Chapter 143 – Destiny.
Belka’s lips trembled as he was forced to look up at him as his chin was grabbed. Even in a situation where she was threatened by a stranger who appeared out of nowhere, the girl’s golden light was looking directly underneath the robe he was wearing.
“Since when?”
“What?”
He didn’t seem to understand Belka’s sudden words.
“You took that person’s name.”
“Huh, haha, did you notice it as well? Yes, it was boring to play a keuty herbalist.”
He took off the hood of the robe he was wearing. The fact that he was Alvis was denied from the black hair that was not glossy as if it was full of jet black under the robe. Alvis was blonde. And the exposed face was also not Alvis’s. Unlike Albis, who had a round and gentle impression and black eyes, the sharp-looking man had even his eyes as red as blood.
“I’ve only been wearing this skin for less than a month. There are so many annoying things in this town.”
He was smiling while saying that.
“When are we going to finish this and leave? I was thinking.”
“…Whose name was stolen?”
Belka asked, but the rebuke permeated in that golden light seemed to have noticed what he had done to Alvis.
“It took quite a while to dispose of it. It’s convenient to just bury it. At times like now, it would be exposed on the ground. If you burn it, you won’t notice it as soon as you burn it.”
He didn’t deny her thoughts. It wasn’t a fact that would bother him as a wizard.
“So it’s annoying, but I cut them one by one and carefully stored them along with the herbs.”
Rather, as if boasting, I listed what I had done. He enjoyed talking about it all the more because it had been a long time since he had enjoyed it for a long time, but he stopped seeing the girl’s face growing pale.
“Ah, you don’t have to worry. I made it so you don’t get sick.”
It would be nice if I could make such a tender and lovely girl completely my own. Of course he knew one way she could make her her own right now.
“A special witch can grant wishes in exchange for life?”
At the same time, he was able to discover that the girl’s golden light, which was staring at him, flashed with amazement and a cold emotion that was the opposite of him. A faint but terrifying feeling that you wouldn’t even be able to discover if you weren’t looking at each other so closely. Knowing that it was her witch’s wrath, he continued her words to calm her down.
“Whoah, calm down. I don’t want to make a risky deal like that.”
Those who do not know much about trading with witches are blinded by the benefits that can be gained through trading, and trade lightly, but he knew that trading with witches was one of the most dangerous acts of all.
“Those who live the witch’s hatred cannot live a full life.”
It was possible because he was a wizard. Magicians are cursed just for knowing the truth.
“Originally, I thought all of those guys were stupid… But now I can see why they all act like moths.”
It was a temptation that even a magician could not easily resist. Even if you know it’s a risky transaction, you want to impulsively commit it. Belka shuddered and shook her hand away as he ran his hand across her chin to her cheek. The place where his hand hit didn’t hurt that much, but he twisted his mouth at the definite refusal. He already knew he couldn’t get her into her own hands in her normal way, but he didn’t want to make it like this either.
“Let’s stop talking about boring stuff and talk about something productive.”
Then he found a picture of Helena among the pieces of paper scattered on her ground as she fell, and showed her a picture. The picture drawn on the paper was also the herb that Belka asked him while pretending to be an herbalist.
“You were looking for this?”
I don’t know if Alvis, who was originally a herbalist, knew about it, but at least he knew about this plant, about this herb. It was a natural story. Because he lived in Parz before he came to Lantua.
“Hollywood. I didn’t expect Amarat to be called an undeserved name, but I knew the effects of this plant.”
He left Belka alone and approached Usher’s bed, who could not get up even in this situation and struggled.
“Sssss! What have you done to Usher…!”
“It’s nothing. I just want to check.”
Belka reacted sensitively, grabbed the chair that had fallen beside her, and tried to force herself up with her wobbly legs, but he really had no intention of doing anything to Usher. He just picked up Usher’s clothes with two fingers and checked the skin. There were so many spots that, if there was only one, they would have only been noticeable if you looked closely, but there were so many spots that they were still noticeable.
“As expected, I thought it was strange from the time I found this herb, but I got black throat disease.”
“Black neck, sick?”
The girl who managed to stand up holding on to the chair listened to the words and looked up.
“Yes, black neck disease. It’s a nuisance that can sometimes be seen in Parz.”
Then he let go of Usher’s clothes and rubbed his forefinger on his robe.
“The main symptoms are high fever and black spots covering the skin. The biggest feature is…”
He was convinced by the look of the girl who couldn’t take her eyes off Usher even while he was talking to him.
“It’s true that if you don’t use the cure, you will surely die.”
That this guy was the one who captured Belka’s heart. The girl’s desperation proved it. He was angry at the fact that such a poor, insignificant boy was so undeservedly loved, that he had been pushed aside, at best, but he endured it. What upsets her is that it is not too late for him to release her behind her who has her fully in her hands.
“But considering the nature of this bottle, it would be better for it to die cleanly like this.”
Yeah, the original look of this bottle wasn’t such a neat and comfortable death. Because he had lived in Parz, he knew very well what this disease really was. He got up from Usher’s bed and trudged over to something he had been ignoring until now. It curled up his body and hid in a corner, pretending to sleep. He tried to pretend he didn’t see him, but he couldn’t help his trembling body. He looks down at it
“I could never have imagined that he would have survived without being mutated for such a long time even if he didn’t receive the treatment.
He sneered at the frozen Catsy just because his voice could be heard nearby.
“The Black Neck Bottle’s original owner is Katsy. Aren’t you curious about the bottle’s true form?”
“What do you want to say?”
He laughed at the girl’s words. He didn’t laugh this much, but it kept coming out.
“Don’t you need a cure? If you’re a witch, you know what kind of powers a wizard has.”
It was impossible for him to make the cure himself, but the sorcerer’s magic had the power to easily pass under the infernal clouds. Because it was literal power, not abstract and ambiguous like a witch’s magic. He turned away from Caitsy and stood in front of Belka again. And leaning over her, he whispered in her ear.
“I can take you to Parz.”
At the end of the silence, the girl opened her mouth.
“…What’s the price?”
Yes, she was waiting for that word. For this moment, he wanted to praise Caitsy, whom he despised, for surviving without being mutated by the Black Neck and transferring his disease to Usher. He only wants one thing.
“You.”
It was Belka. The girl didn’t answer, but her hands that gripped the hem of her skirt were shaking.
“I’m not trying to force it. I’m just suggesting.”
He really didn’t mean to force it.
“I’ll continue to pretend to be a lesser herbalist for a while, so come if you have any ideas?”
It was up to her to decide what to do with that insignificant boy. That’s why he decided to wait for Belka to make a choice with some leeway. Only then will I be able to fully hold her in her hands. He thought as he lifted her face from her girl’s ear and swallowed her saliva at the feel of her hair tickling her own cheek and her sweet scent wafting into her nostrils. It would be fine to accept her advance payment, he said, kissing her face to face with the girl.
I really liked the soft, soft feel of her lips. He stretched out her tongue and dug under her tender flesh into her mouth. There was some resistance, but as soon as he glanced sideways, even that resistance, unfortunately, disappeared. The girl was like sweet candy, and the sweetness seemed to seep into his mouth. He continued to covet and covet the girl’s tender flesh.
“Chewup, chumb.”
Another eye watched as the sound of tongue and saliva mingled echoed through the silent room. The cat grabbed her by the waist by a man bigger than herself, lifted her head helplessly, and saw the girl being invaded in her mouth, gnashing her teeth without anyone noticing.
‘That’s his female.’
Anger surged up and he told him to kill the man who covets his female right away, but the cat who saw the man lowered her tail and forgot her anger and just trembled in fear. For he was the big man who had dragged him into this strange land, holding a girl smaller than himself by the waist and lowering his head to covet her mouth. It was an old story, but he was still a feared object that lingers deep in the cat’s bones.
Because of this, the cat, while sighing, did not think of targeting him and retrieving his female. Nevertheless, the urge to kill the author and covet the girl instead kept recurring, and the cat did not know how many times only his body moved. The cat’s eyes were watching them while forcibly repressing their anger.
“Cheup, Paha.”
How much time has passed He forgot to even breathe, coveting her girl’s mouth, and only took her mouth away from her when she was about to take her breath away. Then her tongue mixed with her tongue, and the thicker saliva drooped, connecting him and her Belka, but the golden light of the girl facing him was empty. I didn’t like it very much, but it was so lovely that I wanted to fall into it. As he released her hands from her waist, her girl tumbled to her floor.
He quickly realized that it was time for morning light, and pulled the hood of his robe over. A familiar darkness presses him down.
“Then wait.”
He left those words and disappeared somewhere. The only things left in the room were the cat who watched until the end, the fallen Helena, and the girl who sat down among the messy papers.
“Ugh… Miss!?”
Helena slowly came to her senses at the uncomfortable feeling of the hard, cold floor. And when she woke up in a hurry, remembering that her sorceress had broken into her room last night and knocked her out, feeling her blood draining.
“Blanket?”
She found a blanket covering her body. And what caught her eye was a quiet room as if nothing had happened. Her papers she had missed were organized and laid out neatly on her desk, and her catsy boy was watching from his usual spot. More than anything she was worried about Belka, she sat next to Usher and she looked like she was wiping him off. It was still dark outside her window because of the dark clouds, but she was still saying that the indigo light that came through was morning.
A calm morning no matter who sees it. However, Helena couldn’t shake off this feeling of discomfort, so she hurriedly got up and walked, holding back her dizziness as she approached Belka. She realized that the girl was not washing Usher. Helena couldn’t bear to ask what had happened last night and she had no choice but to quietly hug her girl. Usher was asleep, not noticing anything about it all. The sound of rain hitting the window reverberated through the room.
The rain didn’t stop.
