Chapter 289: The Onnikai and Ilsaphone.

Chapter 289: The Onnikai and Ilsaphone.

The smell of death and rot. That was all I could think off when I took my mask off for a second, regretting my choice quite a fuck ton. The robed man with the black clouds swirling around him instantly took notice of my reaction, but ignored it a moment later. It seemed they were used to it.

Speaking of people used to my reaction, other people were standing before me with a similar affliction to the robed man. Zombies. Not only foul human and beastman bodies, but some of them were even animals.

As I explained, this is our home. Our refuge. Our prison. The world for us onnikai, the robed man told me. He had put his hood back up after showing me his deformed undead face.

The place he presented me was simply an extension of the forest, the only difference was there were sheets of gathered leaves around, looking as if they were used similar to beds. Black slime and mold-covered body parts laid on the ground, making it all seem too filthy to live in unless you had no other choice.

[I am Imila! This is Emil!] One of the countless black clouds moved around wildly like an energetic puppy. [We met before, Miss!]

Yes, we did. You look different now that your body is gone, Imila. As crazy as my current situation was, I felt slightly more at ease at hearing her voice. The light-hearted way she spoke made it easier for me to speak with her.

[Ahh, yes My body. Mhmm! I took so much time to rebuild it and it was destroyed before I could]

Enough, Imila. You speak too much, the robed man interrupted her, sounding grouchy. Its your fault for leaving Human. What is your name?

Asaka.

No reason not to answer.

Asaka So you are supposed to be the one Goddess Death wanted us to meet? Hmph.

[But she has the amulet, Emil! She has the amulet! Goddess Ilsaphone told us to look for it on the person she chose, definitely! Miss will help us! Yes!] Imila interjected herself in the conversation. She truly acted like a kid.

However, what confused me was the information she was giving me. I was chosen? By this amulet? Then, what did that make the woman who gave me this thing? What was going on?

The robed man was looking at me, analyzing me. However, with the mask I was wearing, he couldn't find any clues from my expression. Let us say you are the chosen one, human. What are you planning on helping us with?

Nothing.

That was my answer.

Wrat?

No help? Why?

There was some commotion coming from the undead behind the robed man while the onnikais were swirling around as if they were displeased with my answer. However, lying here wasnt the way.

Assessing my situation and the risks and benefits, I concluded offering them a solution wasnt the way to go. As much as I tried, forgetting the lessons my parents imprinted into me to prepare me into their political pawn was impossible. It was like a trauma to me. I will act as I wanted if the repercussions were worth taking, not the other way around.

And in this case, the amount of information I had was not enough. Stalling was an option, but one thing my shits-for-parents taught me was to never make a decision without prior knowledge of the situation and circumstances of the opposite party. It would all blow up in your face if you did.

I could die here.

Then why did you come here? The robed mans suspicion rose up again. He was on guard, and I could hear a threat coming from his sentence.

Because I was simply given this necklace by somebody. I don't know who they were, only that they told me they werent an enemy. I came here cause somebody gave my company a Quest to solve the ghost situation in this area. Thats all. I dont know anything about what youre talking about.

[You dont? Miss?] Imila stopped moving around like her previous self, sounding lonely as her hopes were crushed.

Sorry, kid.

Then who are these onnikais you have with you? On the other hand, the robed man kept asking me questions. They arent like us. They werent spirits or lesser fae before they died. I sense Goddess Deaths intervention in you, wolves.

As I was about to say something, my onnikais came out of their catalyst after requesting me for them to take over. They floated out of their cage and spoke with the people before me, swirling around like the other black clouds.

[We are the souls of fenrirs under the alpha, Belzac!] One of them announced proudly. [We were turned into this form by the Goddess of Death, to serve our alpha even in death. This human girl, Asaka, is our current ward. We protect her at the command of our alpha]

The robed man nodded, seemingly content with something. I see. Follow me, Asaka.

H-Huh, uh, sure?

Somehow that worked out so easily?!

I wasnt about to complain about what just happened. I should just follow along the ride.

While walking behind him, we went even deeper into the forest, where I noticed more and more corpses lying around. Some were twitching around, which the robed man, Emil, was explaining were onnikais trying to recreate the bodies they decided to inhabit.

I thought I should have probably asked him about the matter there and now, but I was more interested in something else. Something I felt was quite hard to believe.

Hey, uhm, Emil, you mentioned before something about your goddess speaking with you? What is that supposed to mean?

Impossible. It was an immediate answer.

Huh?

You cannot speak with gods. It is impossible if you arent a blessed or a being with an extremely powerful soul. You, as a human, should have known about that, he explained, causing me to frown at how he said it.

I clearly heard Imila say she told you that I was a chosen one or something. You reacted to that, too!

[I said nothing! Hmph!] Imila, for some reason, grumbled to the side. What caused her attitude to change so dramatically? It actually pissed me off.

Emil waved his hand around, trying to flatten Imila as if she was a fly, only for her to act like a kid and fly away with a few other onnikais.

Quiet, you He scowled. Dont mind, Imila. She speaks and acts like that because Goddess Death has given us onnikai the ability to assimilate corpses. In the process, our mana bodies slowly adapt to the bodys memories and our personalities get twisted in the process. She acts exactly like you would imagine a small child would, but she dramatizes it a bit too much from how she expects a child to act.

I shrugged. I didnt care what her reason was. If she wanted to act like that to me, then so be it. Not like it mattered too much to me.

Now, to answer your question, we did not speak with her. Goddess Death, or Ilsaphone with her birth name, suddenly came to us about three days ago.

Emil then took something around his neck and pulled it out from his robe for me to see. It was the exact same amulet as I had, from the design and name. I had to double-take [Identify] to make sure I wasnt imagining it.

She gave it to us without saying anything. We had no idea what she was trying to say, but I guess Imila interpreted something after she met you. From all my time alive, I learned mortals will never truly receive the full words of our gods. We must interpret them.

He stopped walking, turned back to me and continued, From whom did you exactly receive that amulet? Did you speak with her? Did you feel like you werent hearing something properly?

Hmm? Not hear something? Well, she had this weird accent that made it hard to listen to, but I know she mentioned I should hold onto this thing and how she was an ally. The onnikais had to translate a longer sentence, but it was hard enough to listen that I wish they had done everything she said.

Then that means you actually met her. He turned around nonchalantly and began walking again, gesturing for me to keep up.

Huh? Hold on, what are you talking about? Stop making all of this so mysterious!

You met the actual Goddess Death in her mortal form, human.

U-Uh WHAT?! I grabbed his arm, pulling it back to stop him but I accidentally pulled his entire arm off his body! I could only stare in horror at what I did. Eiiik!

I dropped it onto the ground after being stunned for a full two seconds. The disgust I had inside of me began to surface again.

Uhm Sorry.

Emil sighed, shaking his head at my words and simply picked up his arm and put it back on with some black slime support.

Stop shaking. The bodies we all are inhabiting are unfinished. We havent been able to live up to Goddess Deaths dream to create her own patron race. Come, Ill speak. Just follow and watch.

I guess I wont be able to leave until then? I asked, feeling too stressed out to stay here any longer. My heart hasnt stopped feeling like a drum ever since I entered this place.

Who are you? Why are you here?

It was a foxian in a suit of black armor. In the next moment, his arm literally opened up in two, revealing gushing blood and tendons as a metal barrel came out from it. The end of it then began shining blue, looking to me like a gun readying itself to shoot at me,

He gazed directly into my eye, where I noticed how absolutely devoid of life they looked. Even the zombies from before seemed more living than this person.

Respond or die.

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