Chapter 96 – 23. The Spirit World. (One)
The night of the damned mercenary city, which seemed to last forever, gradually withdrew.
It was early morning, when gray hues were just blurring into the pitch-black darkness.
The Allen-Mercenary Corps left the building, breathing in the cool dawn air that was covered in all sorts of sins all night long. The luggage was a little less than usual, and the luggage bag, which was always swollen like a grumpy chin, was quite slim. … This time it wasn’t for a mission, it was just a simple plan to visit the city.
The group of nine was no longer a shy mercenary group. Now, the Allen-Mercenary Corps has risen to the level where they can be known by name even in Vermandois. Of course, the top 10 viola-mercenary corps made a significant contribution, but in any case, it is important that the name is known first….
A group of Allens walked leisurely along the busy boulevard, preparing for the dawn departure. They arrived at the carriage stop just as the sky on the far horizon was glowing reddish.
There, the corps and mercenaries preparing to depart were huddled together. After looking around, Allen found a boy holding a sign that said Orpheen Corps and headed for it. A fat middle-aged upperclassman with dull sideburns extending all the way to his chin shook hands with Allen.
“You came. Come on. I will leave immediately.”
Allen-The mercenaries all got on a large wagon driven by four horses. After selling all the goods brought to Vermandois, the carts of the upper ranks preparing to go south were almost empty. In the mercenary city, there is nothing special to say, and the price here is too expensive, so if you buy it and bring it back, you will only lose money….
Of course, just because they didn’t have something didn’t mean they weren’t being targeted by bandits. Rather, the thieves preferred money rather than objects to be disposed of. In particular, the merchants who sell goods and go back like this are the main prey for bandits. … So maybe you should pay more attention than usual.
The upper tier, which had nothing to prepare, set off as soon as Allen-Mercenaries got on the wagon.
The wagon, moving with the sound of horses’ hooves, moved further and further away from the wallless mercenary city. Corey, the new youngest member who joined this time, stared at Vermandois who was moving away with his chest swollen with anticipation.
Although he had already explained it beforehand, Allen recited his plan one last time to his crew.
“As you all already know, we are going to Malzir to strike a deal. … They say there is a nice lake nearby, so try taking a look around later.”
“Then, are there any bonuses?”
“I didn’t do anything, you son of a bitch.”
The furry Geese asked with a greedy face, and Allen, the money ghost, answered right away. Then everyone laughed a little.
“Still, there are far more thieves on this road than anywhere else, so don’t be vigilant when coming and going.”
Near these southern cities, where grain is also abundant in the central provinces, there were, of course, far more bandits than anywhere else. It’s like the reason that dung flies are attracted to places where there is a lot to eat.
In particular, the continent’s worst thieves, the Martolo-thieves, were also famous for their frequent appearances. So, don’t be careless.
At that time, the furry guy laughed loudly and patted the back of the youngest newbie, Corey, who was sitting next to him.
“Beginner’s luck, but what could possibly happen? I mean, he seems to be lucky!”
Hehe, I have some luck. Yes.”
Allen said there was some cramping in her breasts.
……… I feel like I heard something I shouldn’t have heard.
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Gloomy cellar.
On top of all kinds of bizarre patterns, someone was lying quietly, as if sleeping.
It was the corpse of the youngest son whom Baron Turse, the lord of the small town of Amper, loved dearly. It must have died a long time ago, and corruption is progressing badly here and there….
The gray-haired old wizard made a final check to make sure that nothing was missing. …… All offerings were perfectly prepared without omission. The old wizard stroked his long beard as a habit and informed the baron that he was ready.
“I am ready, Your Excellency.”
The middle-aged baron nodded his head with a determined expression.
“… Let it begin.”
What they are trying to do now is to open the door to the spirit world. So he tried to revive the dead son of the baron. … In reality, it can be dismissed as nonsense, but the story of this brilliant old wizard from the Western Mage Tower was a bit different.
– If you can open the door to the spirit world and bring your son’s soul back, it’s not impossible to bring it back to life.
Whenheheard that such an experiment had already been attempted several times in the Magic Tower, and even succeeded a few times, the baron could not stand it any longer. His father, who had lost a child he loved more than his own life, was prepared to do anything to save his child, no matter what the cost.
Thus, the old wizard decided to open the door to the spirit world and bring the baron’s dead son back to life, instead of being promised generous support and huge rewards later.
They even committed all kinds of terrible things and prepared countless sacrifices. In the first place, since the magic that opened the door to the spirit world was derived from the devil’s black magic, the offerings were already ugly and vicious. Not only the hearts and blood of various animals, but also human skeletons, hearts, and blood were needed in large quantities.
The old wizard first sprinkled the prepared blood on the corpse and the floor. It is like a medium to easily connect with the spirit world.
And the wizard began to memorize the spell in earnest.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ
Casting a vicious and vicious spell, the magician whirled along the edge of the magic circle and snapped the heart on the floor with his long staff. Every time that happened, the blood pooled.
The order took a very long time. …… And at some point, the space became strange.
…… Ah…… !
The baron, who had been watching through the magic circle as if his eyes would fall out, felt the surroundings of his son’s corpse begin to shimmer. A phenomenon that is hard to believe even when you see it with your own eyes. … But at the same time, a wild hope soared in the baron’s heart.
Just like the wizard said, it looks like the door to the spirit world is about to open.
Son, my beloved son. Please, please, come back to this father’s arms…… !
Seeing the evil magic, the baron begged the Holy Ghost over and over again.
… Then, slowly, a strange black hand-shaped object began to rise from the ground. Wavering like a haze, they rose one by one, and in an instant, there were enough to fill the magic circle.
They gathered in the center as if opening a door, then gradually diverged to the left and right.
The voice of the wizard casting the spell grew a little louder. At the same time, he spun faster around the circle, pounding harder with his staff.
…… Indeed, the door to the spirit world was slowly opening. Countless black hands pushed the door open, and white smoke began to creep in between them. It soon filled the entire basement.
ㅡㅡ!!
… And after a long wait, the door to the spirit world was finally opened.
Oh-
The wizard exclaimed in joy.
“God of the spirit world, please send Lee Ja’s soul back!”
The old wizard shouted. At the same time as that cry, the corpse sank into the gate of the pitch-black spirit world like a swamp.
“O god of the spirit world!”
The baron, who was staring at the gate of the spirit world where his son was taken away with his eyes wide open, followed the wizard and shouted loudly.
…… However, no matter how long I waited, the son’s body did not come back up. The baron yelled at the wizard and asked why he didn’t come out.
“No, that, why is this… !”
The wizard seemed perplexed. It wasn’t because the body of the baron’s son hadn’t resurfaced.
…… He tried to close the door, but it wouldn’t budge, as leaving the door to the spirit world open for too long could lead to a serious accident. Continue.
The old man shouted an incantation while pounding the ground with his cane to force it to close, but it was wide open like a monster’s mouth, and there was no sign of it closing.
“Wizard! What the hell is this! What about my son? Where is my son—?!”
“Shut up! It doesn’t matter now!”
“What?! My son, give me my son! Save my son!”
The baron frantically climbed the wide open astral gates and fell on his knees, banging his fists at it.
“Son, son, god of the spirit world, my son, return my son. My son——!!”
Then, a black hand came up from the gate of the spirit world, wrapped around the baron’s body, and swallowed him inside.
Only then did the wizard, who was convinced that something was wrong, felt fear and threw away his wand and hurried to the basement door…… , Obviously I didn’t see the door that was supposed to be there.
…… Ah…… !
The foggy basement was no longer a reality. This place has already become part of the spirit world.
“No, help me, save me, I don’t want to die!”
However, the wizard’s cries only echoed in the fog.
…… And, over the town of Ampere,
A thick fog settled down.
