For a Freedom
JENNIFER: FOR FREEDOM (17)

He.. very terrible....

Vallene was frightened and shouted, then Franschine with a sinister face gnashed his teeth loudly.

Without further ado Franschine strangles Vallene with his right hand, and Vallene is forcefully removed and violently thrown, and Franschine slams Vallene to the point where Vallene's forehead is injured and bleeding profusely.

Vallene limps and slowly pulls his body away from Franschine.

"Aahhk.. hahaaa...." Vallene fear.

Getaway! Stay away!

Seeing Vallene in such a state, Cicaline got angry. Cicaline rose from hiding and shouted at Franschine.

"GET AWAY FROM HER CREEPY WOMAN!!! LOOK AT YOU!!!" Cicaline was angry and yelled at Franschine, Franschine turned to Cicaline.

Franschine was faintly surrounded by dark smoke, staring at Cicaline with black eyes. His nails became very long and his hands became wrinkled and black hairy. Has very long fangs over the forehead.

Cicaline also looked at Franschine with a face that seemed to underestimate Franschine, Cicaline laughed out loud by showing her pointy and fanged teeth. Cicaline's eyes turned yellow, the look on her eyes was terrifying.

Out of nowhere she came from, Cicaline was already grasping a pink iron stick that had been covered in bloodstains.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! DON'T BE SO SOKY DONG!!! HOW HORRIBLE IS YOUR FACE!!! DUH... LOOKS LIKE THE COLOR OF MY STICK IS STARTING TO WEAR OFF... I SEEM TO NEED... NEW PAINT....?" Cicaline constantly smiled and laughed strangely and excessively.

Franschine remained silent in place and continued to stare at Cicaline sharply and horribly. Without moving or talking.

"OH? JUST SHUT UP ANYWAY? NO EXCLAMATION!!! YOU'RE BORING HUH... JUST BE BRIEF, BE NICE... I WILL SLOWLY HIT YOUR HEAD AND BONE GENTLY.

UNTIL YOU TAKE OUT THE RED PAINT I NEED TO... COLOR MY CANE, AHAHAHA!!!" Cicaline laughed again.

Vallene, who saw that, was scared and worried about Cicaline. Vallene hopes that Cicaline will not fight Franschine.

Violetine!!! Please stop!!! You, you don't know who you're fighting right now!!!

"Ohh.. emh...." Vallene gave a sigh of pain.

Vallene was unable to move as her entire body felt pain from Franschine throwing her to the floor violently.

Vallene started crying and blaming himself.

If only I hadn't come to this house, maybe the Werren family would have been fine, Aunt Jane would have lived and Cicaline had a normal life.

Now.. I ruined everything! Aunt Olivia's house is ruined and in disarray. Bi Jane lost her life in agony.

Cicaline kept constantly changing herself into Yeire, I was afraid that the cruel side of Yeire was rising up and taking control of Cica's body!

And.. and I, just lying here, unable to resist and always asking for help and mercy.... Wherever and however, I won't be able to escape from it. Do I... have to accept my destiny as... poor slave?

Vallene lamented the life he had, he kept crying. Looking at Cicaline who was currently all over her body and mind was controlled by Yeire.

"I don't have time to play war games with Yeire." Franschine said that with a hoarse and slightly strange voice.

Franschine's voice sounded very frightening, Cicaline who heard it became a little scared. But Cicaline didn't care who was in front of her right now.

He jumped up and swung his staff with all his energy.

"HHHAHA!!!" Cicaline from above was about to hit Franschine directly.

Franschine looked up with emotion, before the wand landed on his head Franschine was already blocking and holding Cicaline's wand.

Whahuh?

Cicaline frowned and getting angrier, she pulled her wand from Franschine's grasp.

"ACCORDING DONG!" cry Cicaline with a growl.

"ENOUGH!!! ENOUGH!!! STOPIT... STOP THAT!!! I SURRENDER! I'LL GO WITH MADAM! IF... MADAM DIDN'T HURT HIM." Vallene.

The originally fierce situation became silent, Cicaline and Franschine each turned towards Vallene.

Is he serious...?

Cicaline, who doesn't seem to like what Vallene is doing, is emotional and shows his facial muscles.

"If you're still alive, you'll definitely see how painful your daughter's life is."

Franschine whispered softly, then Franschine walked towards Vallene with a limp because Franschine's legs were now animal-shaped and hairy.

Cica! Cica! Hit him, I'll outwit him.

Vallene looked at Cicaline with hope, but Cicaline did not understand that. And the butterfly that Vallene released at the beginning of the situation, the butterfly made a sound, Vallene's voice.

The butterfly whispered and said to Cicaline, Cicaline has heard what the butterfly has said. As Franschine began to approach Vallene, Cicaline also walked slowly towards Franschine.

Franschine's hand swung and was about to touch Vallene's cheek. Vallene closed his eyes and moaned in fear. When Franschine's long, sharp fingernails managed to touch Vallene's cheeks....

*Brakkkk!!!

"Haha! You're finished!" Cicaline with a satisfied tone.

Hearing the commotion Vallene opened his eyes and found Franschine lying prostrate before him, then he turned to Cicaline. There Cicaline smiled broadly at Vallene.

Although Cicaline's smile was terrifying but Vallene did not feel strange anymore. Vallene got up from his position and stepped over Franschine's body. He ran towards Cicaline and hugged the blood-soaked Cicaline.

"Geez!" vallene said with trembling and crying.

"Hey, don't cry yet. Are you so scared?" Cicaline mellow.

"Yes..very...." Vallene.

"The smell of this son of a bitch is so fishy, come on Vallene! We're leaving!" Cicalin.

They ran out, Cicaline holding Vallene's hand. When they got downstairs, they found a mess there. There were three corpses, each of which had its organs already scattered.

That it? Aunt Jane and Damian. and who else is that one guy?

Cicaline continued to run outside without seeing the situation on the lower floor, in contrast to Vallene who momentarily observed the situation on the lower floor.

There they were at the outer gate, there they were exhausted and chose to rest for a while.

"Huh... hash... hash... Should we call the Cica police?" Vallene.

"Free, the police won't believe we're weird!" Cicalin.

"Hmm, that's right. Moreover, we are dealing with the Prime Minister of Luria." Vallene.

Vallene leaned over while touching her knees, until she turned to Cicaline.

"Are you normal?" Vallene.

"I forgot to tell you that yes, you know.these two forms I can control, don't worry." Cicalin.

"Are you sure if we come out shabby and blood-soaked like....this?" Vallene.

"Yes, too, damn it! My shirt is white again. huemmm...." Cicalin.

"Well, this dress was just given by Auntie...." Vallene.

"Well, by the way, Auntie, aren't you back yet?" Vallene.

"I don't know, either, when mom comes home the next day." Cicaline also felt strange.

"Emm but, you're sure if... she's really dead?" Vallene

What if he did, would Vallice be sad to learn that I killed his mother?

"No idea, hehe. Maybe so! Because there's a lot of blood on it." Cicalin.

"Hmm, I hope so." Vallene with a guilty expression.

Sorry Vallice.

Cicaline realized that Vallene was worried.

"Ah, Vallene.. Let's open this gate!" Cicalin.