Chapter 192 Quest Completion [1]

Chapter 192 Quest Completion [1]

In a certain room within the supply station.

Several people sat around a large oval table. Heavy tension lingered in the room as everyone turned to look at Delilah, who was quietly sitting in her seat while briefly pausing her gaze on every individual in the room.

Wherever her gaze would pause, the individual under her gaze would slightly flinch.

Such was the terrifying nature of her gaze.

"Should we get started?"

Standing behind her was Patrick, who held a faint smile on his face.

"....."

Delilah didn't answer.

Her attention was currently focused on a certain individual in the room.

"Is it true that you don't recall anything?"

".....I apologize."

Lennon lowered his head in apology. He too didn't understand what had happened.

His memories were wiped, and all he remembered was waking up in the middle of the street with others around.

He knew that he had fallen for some sort of mental spell, but he didn't know what it was or when it happened.

"Is the same thing true for all of you?"

Delilah asked the others in the room, who tacitly nodded their heads.

"I see."

Delilah pursed her lips.

Then, looking around, her eyes fell on an empty seat.

She turned to look behind her where Patrick was standing.

"What about him? Why is he not here?"

"Ah, about that..."

Patrick lowered his head and whispered something in her ear. Delilah's face didn't change, and she soon closed her eyes.

'Memories have been wiped, and someone is in a state of coma with hardly any brain activity. Time elapsed since the incident occurred is several minutes.'

The situation was weird.

Not only that, but when she looked around and saw the strength that the people in the room possessed, Delilah found the situation even odder.

"Did you find any clues about the situation?"

"No."

Patrick shook his head.

"The only thing we found was this."

He brought his palm forward to reveal a blood-red leaf.

".....There weren't many scattered around, but there should be no trees around here that produce such colored leaves. I'm having the observation squad carefully analyze the leaf for any clues."

"....."

Delilah sat quietly, observing the leaf.

It may not necessarily be a great clue, but it was certainly something. It was enough to give her an idea of what sort of 'monster,' if it was even responsible, to look for.

"Blood-colored leaf. Have you had anyone look for any information about a possible monster related to it? If we filter all the data, it shouldn't be difficult to find the information."

"We're already on it."

"No answer yet?"

"I have received several."

"Hm?"

".....I'm just looking through them to sort out which is the most likely candidate for the situation. I've narrowed it down to three possible monsters."

Patrick carefully laid out three papers on the table.

"The first monster, the Redwheel."

Delilah looked at the picture displayed on the paper.

Such was my thought as I stared at the statue before me. It wasn't anything detailed. It was supposed to be an angel statue, but it came out more like a stickman with wings.

"....."

The more I looked at it, the worse it became in my eyes.

To the point where I suddenly felt like throwing it away. The only reason I didn't was because the very statue was Owl-

Mighty.

".....You need to imagine it properly. It needs a lot of concentration."

"Yes, I can tell."

My head was still throbbing from my previous attempt.

It all more or less depended on my creativity and imagination. I could recreate things that I had previously seen, but it all depended on my memory of them. The fainter the memory, the fainter the image.

Not only that, but if I were to re-create a completely new piece that I had never seen before, then it would take a lot of mana and concentration.

This was my current limit.

If that wasn't all, I could also not change the entire room at will like Owl-Mighty did.

I needed more practice to get to its level.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath, I wiped away the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead.

"This might take me a long time to learn."

Well, that was mostly dependent on how much I planned on training it.

Since the skill was essential, I planned on focusing a lot of my time on it.

"When are you going to teach me about emotions...?"

Suddenly, Owl-Mighty spoke.

Listening to its voice, I turned my head.

"It's not easy to learn about emotions. It will take a bit of time."

"Do you know of a way to make it faster...?"

".....Hmm."

There was a way.

Of course, there was a way. The first leaf. So long as I used that, I would have no problem injecting all the pent-up emotions into Owl-Mighty. In fact, it could also be a good thing since if I didn't let all my emotions out, I'd find myself in a dangerous situation.

There was only one problem.

"You can't handle it."

".....I can't handle it?"

"Yes, you can't."

I didn't doubt that the mental resistance of Owl-Mighty was high, but for someone who knew nothing about emotions, to be suddenly injected with such raw, intense emotions... they might implode.

Or at least, this was what I thought.

It could very well be the opposite, but it didn't matter to me.

I wanted this relationship to last for a while. If the first leaf was to work, then there wouldn't be any need for him to stay with me for long.

That would go against my ambitions.

"It might be fine since your real body is not here, but it is dangerous. The best course of action is for you to slowly learn a bit about emotions before I apply the skill on you."

"....."

Owl-Mighty didn't reply, but it didn't seem like it was against what I said.

I sighed in relief then.

"Since you've agr—"

I stopped halfway through my sentence.

That was because,

[Tree of Ebonthorn: You were able to overcome the event]

A notification flashed before my eyes.