Operation Red Book

Even if Ivy fainted, she couldn't escape the feeling of suffocation.

Dorian seemed to be going mad, and Ivy didn't know why.

She was not a person who liked to look for reasons in herself, so she simply attributed it all to the moodiness of the mad demon.

The suffocation was so severe that Ivy felt like she was trapped on a sailboat in the center of a storm.

"It's so uncomfortable, so painful..."

Ivy kept murmuring, feeling a sharp pain in the back of her neck and a tingling sensation in her neck.

The most dull pain was in her chest, as if a fat cat weighing ten pounds was lying on Ivy's chest, and it refused to come down no matter how she tried to drive it away.

The scariest thing is that the fat orange cat looks honest, but its mouth is full of ferocious fangs, and it makes a creepy "hehehe" sound.

"Why is this cat so wretched? It reminds me of an acquaintance..."

As she was speaking, Ivy slowly opened her eyes, and the fat orange in her dream overlapped with the purple figure in reality.

Ivy was startled, rolled her eyes, and closed them in despair.

“Hehehehehe! It’s me! It’s me! Everyone’s beloved Raphael!”

Her ears were filled with strange "hehehe" sounds, and Ivy's mind gradually became clear in the darkness.

"Get down..." Ivy was about to yell, but her voice came out so weak and hoarse.

"Okay!" Raphael shouted, and the weight on his chest lightened and immediately shifted to his thighs.

Ivy really didn't have the strength to speak. Her throat was as dry as the Taklamakan Desert. Every time she swallowed her saliva, she had to endure the pain of a blade cutting her throat.

Just as she thought of the phrase "life is worse than death", a cold finger pressed against Ivy's brow.

The power like flowing water was injected into the whole body from between the eyebrows, washing away the dirt in the blood vessels and moistening the dryness between the throat and tongue.

The pain all over Ivy's body was relieved at this moment, her eyelids were no longer heavy, and her thoughts were revitalized by the irrigation of strength.

"This is holy water. It was made by Grace's daily recitation. She specifically asked that this cup of holy water be given to all those injured in this disaster. This can be considered as a form of atonement for her sins."

"Uh-huh, how does it feel?"

Ivy opened her eyes and cleared her throat. Although she was still half dead, at least she was not in as much pain as before, as if she had been buried alive.

"It's icy cool and comfortable." Ivy said weakly, her body still unable to move.

She rolled her eyes and glanced at Raphael who was sitting on her lap, her black eyes full of questioning and anger.

Raphael obviously understood the emotions in Ivy's eyes. He whistled and turned his head, his hanging sleeves covering the lower half of his face.

“Hehehehehe! Sorry, I only saw the first two words and forgot to read the specific information behind it.”

Raphael covered his entire face, jumped to the end of the bed, and apologized shyly, although his tone did not suggest an apology at all.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You told me this information on purpose so that I could go to the Florence Orphanage to investigate and save Grace from this scam."

"Bingo! That's what I planned! You're such a smart girl, I like you! I like you! Mua!"

Raphael jumped up excitedly, leaned over and gave Ivy a kiss on the bandage on her head, then he grinned and sat down on the floor beside the bed.

Ivy used all her strength to roll her eyes, so she simply closed her eyes and focused all her remaining energy on talking to Raphael.

"Your name is not Ivy Lee. At least in the eyes of the Grim Reaper, your name is Lee Gia Wungm! What a nice name!"

"Really? It doesn't sound good when you say it." Ivy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't have the energy to raise her hands to cover her ears.

"Hehehe! Anyway, thank you for your full help. Grace will be able to return to his post as a Death God after he finishes dealing with the welfare home!"

"What is her plan?"