I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 208: The Most Unromantic Banshee Ever (Seriously, Who Spits?)

"We are in trouble," Morgane said emotionlessly, yet her subtly shaking hands betrayed her worry. Everyone turned to look at her, startled by her sudden comment, before she continued. "Doppelgängers only have one ability... And it is enough to rank them among the most dangerous ghosts."

The banshee nodded at her explanation, happy they understood they had no chance. "They are smart little bastards who can replicate anyone's appearance, mannerisms and abilities. If you aren't confident to defeat yourself, give up on the kids and come with me." She said, biting her lower lips provokingly and bending forward to emphasise her cleavage.

In response, Adam covered Julius' eyes with his right hand and closed his, avoiding the provocation and falling into deep thoughts. 'Fighting myself will be hard, but with my weapons' enhancements, I'll still have the upper hand in one versus one,' he mused, assuming they couldn't copy his soul-bound blades. The problem came from their numbers, especially if both turned into him.

A deep frown etched itself into his face. 'The situation is tricky. Without a good plan, we won't pass them.' His mind raced, searching for solutions until a rough strategy gradually pieced itself into his brain. His luminous eyes glowed like torches as he reopened them and gazed at the confused boy.

"I can't see anything!" Julius yelled, causing Adam to slap him on the back of his head.

"That was the goal. Don't look, or you'll catch deadly diseases!" He answered to scare the boy, causing the banshee to narrow her eyes in anger.

"I'm perfectly healthy! You are the one who carries diseases. Ptui, ptui!" She answered, spatting with a disgusted face before realising her blunder. Hurriedly, she raised her hand to cover her mouth. With a wink and sending a kiss with the same palm, she added. "I'm speaking about the stupid girl, of course.

Not you, darling."

The super-effective attack caused emotional damage to Adam. Through gritted teeth and doing his best to ignore her, he started. "If we want to reach the guardian, we'll have to each fight one doppelgänger. But we can't let our guard down. One may join the other mid-fight, disguising as one of us."

After a brief pause, he proudly added, "We'll need a sign to prove we are the originals. I propose to draw me on your arm and cover it with bandages."

Julius pondered the plan before looking at his big brother in the eyes and asking solemnly, "Who will draw?"

"I can do it. Why?" Adam answered, his eyes glowing.

However, Julius didn't share his excitement as sweat covered his forehead. "You can just draw a cross, you know?" He responded, unwilling to see his terrible drawings and endure the boasting about being the best drawer ever again.

Considering the boy's words briefly, Adam nodded and responded, "It'll be faster to draw a cross."

With relief, Julius fished a chalk out of his pouch and drew a cross on his right forearm before his big brother proposed to do it again. Then, he asked, "How will you draw one on yourself?"

"I don't need one. If I'm not encased in that veil of light, it's an impostor." He answered, pointing his thumb at the divine warding of the luminous Wild Blade.

After their strategy talk, the banshee raised her brow and tried to convince him, "You don't have to fight them." Then, she added, licking her lips, "Follow me. I'll make you discover things you've never seen before." However, the answer she received caused her mind to descend into chaos.

"I'll slice your tongue if you utter one more word, temptress! How can you even say that with a straight face in front of two kids?" Adam yelled, fed up with her forceful attempts. What did she even want to make him discover with their ghostly forms? Not that he was interested. His time was too precious to waste.

The banshee narrowed her eyes into slits and responded, "Humph. You can't appreciate a woman's interest, you boor! I'm curious to see how they'll shred you to pieces, especially the irritating girl."

"Ignore her. Her shrieks can only induce despair since she is not an evil ghost." Morgane advised, unfazed by the strange discussion before continuing. "I'll wait for you here." Her presence would be counter-productive, only distracting them from their respective battles. With that knowledge, she settled on staying behind.

After all, the ghost hinted at her duty, and she doubted evil ghosts would wander so far into the canyon.

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Adam nodded, ignoring the banshee and gazing at Julius. "Think you can beat yourself?" he asked with a smirk.

"Even if I can't, I'll do as you taught me during my training," Julius answered, his eyes coming to life with multi-colored lights as they narrowed in focus. Then he added, his voice echoing solemnly. "I'll surpass my limits."

In response, Adam's lips stretched into a broad smile as he extended his fist and said, "That's the spirit. Don't move too far, or you'll drag me behind."

"Yes!" The boy answered, bumping his fist with his big brother's before taking decisive steps into the swirling mist, disappearing from Morgane and the Banshee's vision.

"Tsk... This fool. I had to wait sixty years for a sane one to reach this place! Argh! So infuriating!" The banshee lamented, stomping the ground with her ethereal feet. This time, she had done everything to hook the fish, going as far as to use her body shamelessly.

Yet the man appeared more irritated than anything.

"You lied to me! Wait till I return, big sis!" She exclaimed, raising her fist and gazing through the mist in anger.

Simultaneously, Morgane fixed her blue eyes on her, placidly asking, "Didn't you say you would watch them die?"

Addressed so casually by the girl who dared to belittle her twice, the ghost's anger flared as she sneered, "Mind your own business and pray for them to return, or I'll turn you deaf with my shrieks!"