My Demons - Chapter 216



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My Villains Episode 216

46. ​​Master of dreams (6)

Suddenly, there was someone who came to mind.

Slender, beautiful fingers and dark green eyes. Eyes drooping as if tears might drop at any moment. A sad smile.

Reddish-brown hair hidden under an elegant head scarf, white skin hidden behind a chiffon dress, and a clear voice found amidst shame.

The smell of cloves, a thin and soft body, cute sobs, desperate body movements.

The woman who turned trembling into excitement, excitement into joy, and joy into love in my arms.

She was said to have bloomed alone in a field of withering flowers.

The reason why I suddenly thought of Dionea was because memories of her flashed through my mind.

A dying flower under the shade of a wooden fence that I touched with a little sympathy and just in case. Dionea says her name is ‘Latria’.

The strange sensation I felt while touching that flower was vividly revived when I touched the old tree named Oressa.

It was for that reason that the decision was made to bring the old tree outside.

“Hmm-”

As Ute Kwai and I pushed up the beautiful old tree with all our might, the mercenaries holding on to the rope cheered in unison.

“One, two, one, two!”

“One, two! “Dang, chaff!”

Ugh, crazy. What’s so heavy about the dry, dead tree?

Thanks to the group’s persistent efforts, the old tree stuck its base into the previously dug hole and stood upright. The mercenaries, drenched in sweat as they pulled the wood out of the underground, cheered and said ‘Wow!’

“… … “I didn’t really notice it when I was lying down, but when I stood it up, it was really big.”

“right. “It is a tree where spirits can gather.”

The old tree seemed to be over 20 meters tall, even though all of its branches had been broken off, leaving only the trunk.

“Poi y—”

I raised my head following the excited voice, and before I knew it, I saw a bunch of people sitting on top of an old tree, waving their hands.

When I smiled and raised my hand, he started shaking and shaking his feet.

It makes me feel proud to see it like this.

It was so hard to get over the stairs that I thought about cutting it in half several times, but the patience was worth it.

“so,”

Ellen, who had her arms crossed and a somewhat suspicious expression on her face, opened her mouth.

“What are we going to do with this now?”

“Uh, well.”

I stroked my hair and scratched the back of my head.

“First of all, did you get a feeling for something?”

“persimmon? “What sense?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly, but somewhere in my heart, it felt like someone kept shouting that this tree should be brought back to life.” “What on earth are you talking about? Are you sick?”

When Ellen asked that question, her face showed more concern than an annoyed sneer.

… … Are you really worried because you think what’s going on with your hair?

“It’s not pain, I think it’s inspiration related to blood magic.”

“Hypermesis?”

“uh.”

“What do trees have to do with blood magic? “It’s not like the trees are bleeding.”

“It’s just a feeling.” Ellen narrowed her brows in frustration. She seemed to want me to explain something, but hey, what should I do when I don’t know anything?

“Wait a moment, let me find out.”

I said that and walked towards the old tree.

I dragged the old tree outside and planted it in the ground, shouting loudly, but now that I think about it, I don’t know what confidence I had in doing it.

Just moving based on feeling without any certainty is definitely not Kim Seung-soo-like behavior.

In that case, the sense I felt, um, intuition or inspiration, must have been related to phoenix. Moreover, when I touched Latria in Longville and got my blood pumped up, I felt a similar sensation as I do now.

So, in the end, the answer is blood clotting.

“Hmm.”

After looking around the old tree carefully, I gathered my energy and stretched out my hand.

When my palm touched the rough bark, I felt a strange sensation, as I expected. A vivid sensation that cannot be compared to when I touched the withering Latria… … .

Although the degree is a little different, it is similar to touching Ellen.

Ellen and I once fell into the trap of the necromancer Luke in the basement of South Harbor and faced death.

At that time, almost two people’s worth of blood was poured into Ellen, whose heart had stopped, to revive her, and she was eventually revived.

From then on, whenever I touched Ellen, I could feel the inside of her body and the changes that occurred there as if it were my own. It was thanks to this phenomenon that the guy noticed that Ellen was faking her illness when she was unable to walk even after drinking several bottles of herbal medicine.

To explain this metaphorically… … .

okay. It would be convenient to understand it as a kind of ‘synchronization’. Ellen’s body was incorporated into my ‘blood magic system’.

And now, the old tree standing in front of the spirit engraved in blood was shouting that it was no different from Ellen.

As I was using the blood control technique, I could clearly feel the various pipes inside the old tree. Although it was dry, I could sense a faintly sweet scent.

There was no reason to hesitate further.

Sereung-

I pulled out the hrunting and made a deep scratch on the old tree, and then cut my own wrist.

“Uh oh, that-”

“Poi, what are you doing!”

“lily!”

A series of panicked voices came from behind me, but I ignored them and focused on the flow of blood.

The blood spurted from the wrist stretched forward, defying gravity. Even to me, the sight of the dark red blood writhing around in a single strand like the legs of an octopus was quite bizarre.

I inserted the bloody tentacle into the scratch on the old tree. The dark red tentacles dug deep into the old tree, like a snake digging into a narrow burrow.

While I was pouring blood into the old tree, I heard a crackling sound from somewhere.

Without even needing to turn around, I turned my gaze slightly and saw Hayla standing in front of a collapsed building behind the old tree.

She was standing still and pursed her red lips. She seemed to be chewing something like candy, and her slowly blinking eyes were fixed on me motionlessly.

I was curious to see something different from usual, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

Blood was constantly gushing from the wound on my wrist.

If it were an ordinary person, enough blood would have already died from excessive bleeding and flowed into the old tree, but I didn’t feel anything special except that my eyelids felt a little heavy.

On the other hand, the old tree was changing.

Hot blood drenched the dry pipes and spread out in all directions. Asrai heard a beating sound.

I realized it at that moment. This ancient tree, Oresssa, only looks like a tree, and is neither a plant nor an animal; it is a completely different, silent tree.

It was…….

“Ugh, what is that!”

“Crazy, it’s a spray!”

“Oh, Lord. How strange is this… …

When the mercenaries looked down in amazement, they saw several tree roots as thick as a finger sticking out of the ground. The tree roots burrowed into the ground again like startled fish, but only the tip disappeared, leaving the bumpy trunk clearly exposed.

The strange things did not end there. The tree that took root began to spread branches upward.

As if a video observing the growth of a tree was played back at hundreds of times the speed, the old tree, Oresssa, which stood like a log, split its upper trunk into dozens of branches and stretched out its branches toward the sky.

“… … to?”

The bundle standing at the top noticed the change only too late, as it was looking at me bleeding with eyes wide open.

“Eh, eh!”

As he twisted his body in surprise, several branches tangled together and wrapped around his entire body like vines.

“Soune, iya……

Ute Kwai, who rarely showed emotional fluctuations, also looked up at the old tree’s revival with his mouth wide open.

Ellen, who had her arms crossed, Gidon, the crossbowman, who kept praying and saying that it was an inauspicious thing, Fritz, the ponytail-haired man who complained and spouted incessantly, and Mira, who had freckles and was scolding her for spraining her finger, all saw that miracle. He also had a dumb expression on his face at the same sight.

And, the girl who had fallen at the feet of Hayla, who was chewing and swallowing candy as if gritting her teeth, also opened her eyes and stood up.

“ah… …

Alena shed tears and approached the old tree, no, the revived guardian tree. Before she knew it, the strange wind that had pushed away her fog a few days ago was now enveloping the girl.

Alena walked with her eyes fixed on the black tree as if she could only see it, and the mercenaries who were blocking her path moved aside.

By the time the girl stood in front of the tree, the guardian tree’s resurrection had ended.

The branches were divided into tens or hundreds of branches and were bare without any leaves, but I could feel the vitality pulsating through my palms. So he withdrew her hand and stepped aside, giving his place to Alena.

At that time, the eyes of the girl who was nailed to the tree turned to me.

“Thank you, Blackwood.”

“… … “I don’t know how many times I say this, but I’m not Blackwood, right?”

“Yes, I guess so. Now I understand. “Blackwood is probably already dead.”

I was shocked and closed my mouth.

Unlike before, when it felt like madness, Alena’s brown eyes were shining with reason.

“Um, uh, are you okay?”

“Thank you. thank you so much.”

The girl smiled softly and continued speaking.

“I finally remembered it now. “Blackwood wasn’t his real name.”

“••••••what?”

“He introduced himself as a man from the Black Forest. “It was a woman who gave him the name Blackwood.”

For a moment, a look filled with inexplicable longing appeared. Alena, no, Alena, the spirit that resided in me looked up at me and said.

“You look just like that man. “He’s probably his descendant, right?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

Frowning in frustration, I half-opened my mouth as a thought suddenly crossed my mind. This is because I remembered the most famous of Phoenix’s ancestors.

“The real name of that person is Blackwood,”

“I do not know.”

” ah,”

When I showed my disappointment, the spirit showed a slightly deeper smile on the girl’s face.

“I just heard that he became a king somewhere across the sea.”

“••••••also.”

It’s Zahak. Blood King Zahak.

While I was immersed in strange emotions at the unexpected development of the scenario, the spirit suddenly looked back.

“… … “The cursed one’s malice is leading you astray.”

“what?”

“Growing up is painful. Only you have to endure that pain… … . but.”

Whoa!

Suddenly a violent wind blew.

Black, white, and red winds originating from the spirits swirled and flew toward the crow’s castle. Even the thick fog was startled by the force of the wind and retreated.

Kwaaa-

The wind, which had a strange trajectory like a roller coaster, poured down the castle’s basement stairs like a waterfall.

“However, I would like to save you a little trouble.

Afterwards, ‘Kwaaagh-!’ A faint sound was heard.

“… … Alena, that is.”

“I released the evil power that the thief was holding.”

” thief?”

In context, it can be said that he is a thief now.

people,

“Surely, Spell Thief Saitz?”

Instead of answering my question, the spirit stumbled and fell to the side, and I quickly took in the girl’s body.

“Alena!”

“… … ha. “It’s time to let this poor girl go.”

“Wait a minute, Dark Knight! “Do you know where the Dark Knight is?”

I asked desperately, but the spirit just smiled weakly and moved its lips.

“… … It’s the same as Blackwood. How can there be so little recognition… …

“W-what?”

“… … Again, we’ll see. In the sky, in the white tree… …

“Alena! “Wait a minute, hey!”

I tried shaking Alena’s shoulder, but the girl had closed her eyes as if she was deeply asleep. I instinctively felt that the spirit that had resided in the girl’s body had left.

After a while, we headed underground, following the trail of the storm sent by the spirit, and encountered an amazing scenery.

“Ugh, damn it, do-”

Inside the dark throne room. A huge chair that looked like it was carved out of bone, and a man collapsed in front of it.

“… … No way, you.”

Ellen, who aimed the wand at the man, muttered in disbelief.

“No, how?”

“Ellen? Do you recognize me?”

“… … I’m not sure, but it looks similar. “But he was young.”

The man was an old man. An old man who has become extremely old, as if he can’t even compete with himself, let alone pose a threat.

The old man who was writhing on the floor coughed and looked up at us. And ‘Ha’, he muttered with a smile.

“What sin have I committed?”

The old man muttered something in a voice so low that it could not be heard, and then he let out a low, hoarse roar.

Ellen, who heard the laughter, nodded with her face turning white.

“That’s right, I’m sure.”

The guy’s gaze looking up at me was full of confidence.

“That guy■. Spell Thief Sights. My master’s enemy.”