Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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Hair removal?

In response to the continued question, Ian nodded his head.

Its dangerous outside. Its not that being a boy makes it safe, but at least its less risky than being a girl. Besides, youre too noticeable right now. So, theres a need to mess things up a bit.

While in 21st century South Korea, she could have lived a life shining as a facial genius.

In this world overrun by thieves, bandits, corrupt individuals, monsters, and different races, her appearance was perfect for attracting all kinds of unwanted attention, beyond what one could imagine.

Of course, as long as she was with Ian, it would probably be fine. Unexpected emergencies could happen at any time, so there was no harm in being prepared. Based on his experience so far, handling variables meant anticipating and adapting, not trying to control.

Of course, Lucias perspective might differ.

Just by looking at her slightly parted lips, he could tell. Ian felt a strange sense of enjoyment.

She had managed to surprise these grown-ups.

Maeve seemed to completely overlook Lucias inner thoughts and nodded solemnly.

You have a keen insight. Lucia, you understand why Im cautious with words in public?

Yes.

Ians suggestion is in the same context. It would be wise to follow it.

Lucias lips sealed shut once more.

Ian observed her face for a moment and eventually spoke.

Get the scissors, Philip.

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Snip, snip.

The sound of scissors continued without hesitation. Lucia, sitting at the table, closed her eyes at some point.

It wasnt just because of the hair that was falling onto her face. Her hands rested on her thighs, clutching at the edge of her pants tightly.

Even without shedding tears, she could appear mature, but she couldnt completely hide her inner turmoil as she usually did.

Ian suddenly spoke.

Whats done is done. Accept it. Think of it as being reborn as a new you. Actually, its not entirely untrue.

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Lucias eyelids trembled for a moment. His words resonated with something within her. Philip, looking at Ian with a somewhat skeptical expression, was met with an unwavering gaze. Surprisingly, Lucias expression began to relax little by little.

Enough. Open your eyes.

As Ian said this while ruffling her hair, her clenched fist had relaxed.

Lucia looked around at the scattered hair. As she raised her hand to touch her shortened hair.

Its a bit disheveled, but it looks okay. My lady.

Philip said.

Ian, observing Lucias reaction intently, nodded his head.

Yeah, I see it clearly now.

Extending his hand, he lifted Lucias chin slightly.

It wasnt the hair that was the issue. The real issue was your face.

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Lucia looked up at Ian. Earlier, her expression was one of holding back tears, but now, a strange sense of anticipation seemed to fill her.

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It seems the figure is excessively beautiful.

Our family has also received many compliments about our appearances. The royal family as well. Its only natural for Lucia to be exquisite.

Ian also nodded in agreement.

It wasnt that he disagreed. Lucia, being called a pretty boy, wasnt an exaggeration.

Given the nature of this world, it would be overwhelming for the crazies eyes.

Philip, go to the kitchen and bring some ashes.

Ashes?

Do you want me to roll the young lady in the dirt?

Oh, I understand.

Philip quickly ran out.

Lucia, seeming curious about her newly shortened hair, continued to touch it repeatedly.

Adaptation is quick, huh? Ian couldnt help but smile inwardly.

Well, having grown up experiencing all sorts of unfortunate events, something like this was nothing.

Soon, Philip returned holding a bucket of ashes.

As Ian dipped his hands in and out of the ashes, he grabbed Lucias neck.

Close your eyes and hold your breath.

Lucia followed his instructions. Ians touch swept over every nook and cranny of her face. He gathered her hair, thoroughly applied ashes up to her neck and ears. It looked like some kind of religious ritual, and everyone, except Ian, felt a strange solemnity.

Ian removed his hand after a while.

Thats enough. Open your eyes.

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Lucia blinked and her shoulders lifted involuntarily. Ians reverent gaze met hers. Her face was reflected in his eyes.

Her short, tousled hair.

Her delicate face.

The surprise was momentary.

Wow

Lucia couldnt help but sigh with admiration. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a smile tugged at her lips as if she was having fun.

I guess I should come up with a pseudonym. A name like a boys.

Ian added nonchalantly. Maeve nodded.

Thats a good idea. A pseudonym, you say

Lucifer.

Lucia suddenly blurted out. All eyes were on her, and she continued casually.

It means morning star in an ancient language. Its shortened to Luci, and its a boys name.

While in my original world, it has a completely different meaning. Ian mused inwardly and shrugged it off.[ Luficer means the same thing in the normal world!]

Sure. Might as well create a last name too.

Even a last name?

Just in case. Hmm

Ians gaze shifted to the bucket.

How about naming it Ash?

Lucifer Ash.

Perhaps it was part of the long-legged one he sent back to the void at the end.

I told Regis that he wasnt really an old god.

It was only a relative meaning, but there was no doubt that he was also a transcendent being.

To the extent that he left a Dark Hallow containing his power in the material world.

So .

Ian reached out for the talisman.

Blurry figures and whispers became louder and more chaotic.

Just looking at it was enough to initiate the first stage.

Instant death, the curse of madness, and fanaticism. This charm had restrictive conditions that made it more lethal the lower the mental strength of the user.

Of course, that wasnt a problem for him. The illusions and hallucinations couldnt even leave a scratch on his mind.

No way. Oh, this is not good!

Philip, who belatedly sensed something unusual, turned his head. However, Ian was already gripping the talisman.

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Ians dilated pupils turned pitch-black. Illusions and hallucinations flooded his eyes and ears. Contaminated magic surged.

Although Philip was taken aback, Ian seemed unaffected, for he had passed through this second gate before.

In the midst of chaos, a quest acceptance window suddenly popped up in his mind

Apostle of the Red Abyss.

A smug smile appeared on the corners of Ians lips. They wanted him now, too.

Of course, it was an offer he didnt need to think twice about.

Bring it on.

Ian summoned his Chaos Power.

Instantly, the situation changed. Contaminated magic surged uncontrollably. Ian, however, pushed Chaos Power into the talisman. Imprinting. This was the process required to obtain the Dark Hallow.

The angry breath of the Hunting dog, the distorted echoes of the entity beyond the Abyss, blurred before his eyes. But that was it.

Ians Chaos Power soaked into the talisman.

Soon, the Hunting dog, which had abandoned a fragment of itself, roared and vanished beyond the Abyss.

The connection between the charm and the entity severed.

Obtaining corrupted-specific items is no easy task.

As his senses gradually returned, Ian opened his eyes. Looking at the frozen Philip, he shook the charm in his hand.

Ill have to take this to the Temple of Furnace myself.

Philip inhaled sharply and realized he was unharmed. He blinked his eyes rapidly.

Is it sealed?

Well, its similar.

How so?

Just trust me.

Ian looked down at the talisman. The power contained within it now belonged solely to him. It boosted his strength, agility, and mental power. His senses became more acute, and it even provided additional resistance against fear and panic. Most importantly, it allowed him to recover Chaos Power.

The value of a Chaos Power recovery rate of 1 didnt seem particularly high, but considering he wasnt recovering any Chaos Power at all before, he was thankful for it.

I hope I can obtain more things like this in the future.

Holding the charm close, Ian contemplated. While obtaining other Dark Hallows might come with its own risks, it was certainly worth the gamble.

The important thing is not the method, Philip. Its the fact that Argellan has completely escaped the clutches of corruption. At least for the time being.

.I hope there wont be many of such ominous items around.

Philip, scratching his head in confusion, was soon taken by admiration.

Im a faithful believer as well, but Ive never heard of such things. It almost makes me wonder if Sir isnt the incarnation of Lou Sola. If not, then how could you have achieved something like this?

Even knowing that I could have just become an Apostle of the Abyss, can I say these things with such a straight face?

With an inscrutable expression, Ians lips remained emotionless like a lie.

Dont send such creepy looks, turn your body around. You need some rest since youve been through a lot.

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The next day.

The sky, tinged with indigo, heralded the approaching dusk.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

A horse-drawn carriage emerged from the mansion, led by two horses.

Traveling leisurely down the main road, the carriage headed towards the gate.

At this hour what!

The eyes of two guards widened as they watched the carriage. They recognized the woman inside.

An Apostle of TyrEn, a hero of the bygone era.

Step aside.

Phillip, the coachman, spoke.

The guards exchanged awkward glances as one of them opened his mouth.

Forgive us for saying, but could you inform us of your destination at this hour? Due to recent incidents, His Majesty has issued orders that we must be aware of all visitors and their purposes.

Its a matter of interpretation.

A chill in his tone, Phillip stared down the guards.

Its just that Sir doesnt seem to be in good spirits today. I know you have to carry out your duties. So, instead of needless chatter

Dont be angry, Phillip. Theyre just doing their jobs. In fact, they deserve praise for it. I just want to take a walk and get some fresh air on the outskirts.

Maeves calm voice intervened, and the expressions of the guards loosened. They exchanged glances and quickly stepped aside.

Be careful, Sir. There could still be lurking demons.

Thanks for your concern. My people are capable of handling them.

As the carriage passed through the gate. The next gate was easier.

Since she had come out of the inner sanctuary, she had believed that she had already completed the inspection.

The carriage pulled out of Agellan.

Its as Sir Ian said. If I behave meanly and Sir scolds me, no one would really suspect anything.

The good knight bad servant strategy. There is something to learn until the end.

Soon the carriage stopped.

It was in front of a forked road, thick with trees and grass.

We have arrived everyone. Come out.

Philip turned around and said.

There was a wriggling movement under Maeves chair and pedestal.

I apologize. My legs seem to have fallen asleep while sitting under the blanket.

Starting with Miguel who crawled out from the wooly depths, Ian and Lucia leaned their heads out one by one.

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