Chapter 108: Those Who Sing

Chapter 108: Those Who Sing

Chapter 108

Those Who Sing

The two identical-looking women stepped forward amidst the surrounding sea of souls, both their expressions exactly the same--ones of indifference and frigidity. Behind them, the tiny boy followed, his expression unchanging as well. There was truly something strange, yet Sylas was unable to pinpoint what. Nonetheless, he hoped that theyd tell him.

We applaud you for seeing it through, the two spoke out. You can die knowing you died smarter than most.

Well, considering that most are absolute morons with no thinking capacity, Sylas replied with a faint smile. It hardly makes me feel better.

Tell us who sent you and who knows about this place, they said. And we will make your death painless. Oh?

We had only suspected that something was happening, Sylas reply caused the Prophet to look at him oddly for a moment. But never that it was this bad. Truly, when the eyes venture blind, darkness swallows.

Who suspected? they asked.

As if Ill say, Sylas shrugged his shoulders. My only solace in dying is that youll follow me soon after. And then, I get to rape your ugly faces with my fists for all eternity down there in the hell.

You didnt send out a signal, the two said. Which means that nobody will be hurrying here, especially as its deep in the Cold Snap. By the time anyone bothers looking for you, well have left already. Apologies for the lacking solace.

... I still cant seem to determine who you are, Sylas said. You arent exactly the brightest lot, so I doubt you are all that important. Still, taking over an entire village... at least, youre ruthless, Ill give you that.

Since youre unwilling to answer our questions, the two said, withdrawing slightly. Tsk, looks like they arent the chatty type... We shall bid you an early farewell. It was a pleasure, Exorcist. Kill him.

Im gonna test them for a bit, Sylas turned to the side and spoke. Hurry and hide. If you do remember, find me before I depart from the castle. If not... well, Im happy Ill get to see your many rosy expressions as I once again enjoy messing with you.

... youre an evil man, she grumbled, though smiled in the process. Good luck.

Sylas drew out the sword from his scabbard and ran back, easily ducking in-between several attacks and slashing out repeatedly until he cleared a path, allowing her to run away. At the very least, he didnt want her to die an unnecessary, painful death. Plus, this way hed have more room to operate and move. He had no dreams of escaping; without magic, a good chunk of his bodys stamina was actually missing, and he regressed to just really athletic man from a magically enhanced tank.

All the while, he continued to move, slicing and stabbing with immense precision. Hed gotten extremely proficient at the Heartseeker, one stab short of completing the second quest. The nine superimpositions were so strong that he was able to make a hole in a fifteen-inches-deep wall, but the attack also rattled his bones and muscles and even broke several tendons in his arm, making it nigh-unusable.

As such, he didnt use it here--in part because of that, but mostly since it was necessary. Though the men and women attacking him werent Ghouls, they were somewhat similar. Rather than a rotting corpse, they were like puppets--admittedly ones of flesh and blood, which made them even creepier.

It felt like he was stabbing into human flesh, which he suspected was made to be a deterrent for the well-minded. He, however, hardly felt a thing cutting down bodies like wheat. Their utter numbness to horror did, however, aid that lack of emotions considerably.

He managed to last about thirty seconds before he was simply overwhelmed. Contrary to his expectations, it wasnt his stamina that betrayed him--but the fact that he was swarmed by dozens of souls and no matter what was incapable of beating them back. Pushed to the ground, they went after his eyes, throat, limbs, slowly digging holes into his body, killing him.

You have died.

Save point Death has been initialized.

Oh, you do. You just chose to ignore it.

What?! I was excited! I didnt think even for a second Id remember!

I didnt either, to be honest, he said, sitting down opposite of her and popping open a jug of wine, pouring her a cup. Heres to your one positive: a good memory.

... why did I even come here? she sighed. Just to be abused? Ignored? I am too beautiful for that. If I wanted, I could walk out into the castle right now and get fifty men to worship my beauty.

You have a really, really, really fucked up view of men, he said. Heres a piece of advice that will last you a lifetime: the kind of men that would kneel to your beauty... are the kind that you want to avoid the most.

Hoh? Are we getting jealous?

Stop, he said. Youre not fourteen anymore.

Ugh...

Wow. It hurt that much?

You basically called me a kid! she exclaimed, drinking a sip of wine. Bah, this is godawful. What the hell is this?!

The wine that the rest of us mortals are forced to drink cause we dont have gods fulfilling all our desires and whims.

... haaah. Youre really bitter. A petty, bitter, little man.

I really am, he said. So, how about it?

What?

Will this bitter man finally get to learn the beautys name?

Hmm... I wonder, she smiled, fingering her lips. What should I do? Hmm? Hmm?

Fine, Ill just call you... Agnes. Yes, Agnes suits you perfectly.

E-eh? Wa--wait. What are you--

Agnes, Agnes, thine beauty is literally timeless~~pfft, ha ha ha, damn, I love making myself laugh, ha ha ha...

W-wait, what--whats going on? Hey. Why are you laughing? Sylas. Hey. Sylas? alas, Sylas remained silent, too engrossed in the sensation of laughter that his mind seemed to have been missing desperately.

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