Chapter 223: A Child's Despair

Chapter 223: A Child's Despair

The putrid smell of curses filled the dark room as Rosalind and Lucas approached the boxes nearby.

Their steps light, their actions careful as they walked across the small room full of cursed weapons. To make sure that they would not encounter any problems, Rosalind wrapped their bodies with dark mists. She did not want to suddenly have any problems if they somehow tripped a trap that they were not aware of.

"This is it," she pointed at a box to her left. There was still a mountain of unopened boxes that were carefully stacked on top of each other. She was pointing at the one near the bottom. "I can feel it from that box," she said in certainty.

Without saying a word, Lucas slowly lifted the boxes one by one and put them to the side. There were not many of them, but each one was full of cursed weapons. He needed to be careful in order to avoid breaking each box and accidentally hurting himself.

Then he opened the box and frowned at what looked like a ball inside it.

"What is that?" Rosalind had never seen something like this before. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

"This is combustible."

"A what?"

"An explosive made of darkness."

Rosalind said nothing. Despite the darkness around them, she could clearly see the circular object as if it was glowing green. However, she was aware that this was only because she could harness its power. She had the Blessing of the dark.

"May I absorb it?" she asked.

"You have to. People used the people working under the Dark Lord used these explosives in the past to kill people. If the mass of darkness that you felt were in fact explosives then"

"They are going to make it explode during the coronation," she said as she realized that whoever did this was planning to kill a lot of people. Memories of her past life filled her head. In that timeline, it was Lonyth that fell and not Cirid. All she knew was that this was because of the beast. There was no mention of an explosive or any problems with the Royal Family.

If her guess was right then the one who did it must have done their best to hide the truth.

What if, both Cirid and Lonyth actually fell? One from the beast and the other because of this bomb?

"The mass of darkness is surrounding the plaza. I cannot feel it in the nearby area," Rosalind explained. This meant that whoever put this here was only intending to harm the people that would come to witness the coronation.

"How many were you able to feel?" he asked.

"I don't know seven? I am not so sure."

"Can you try and absorb the darkness around this?"

"I would not change anything," he continued. "I already have everything that I need."

Now, Rosalind knew that that must be a lie, but she had no time to argue with him.

"I am going to absorb the darkness now," she uttered.

"Very well" he nodded and took a step back. "I will be here."

She lifted an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Just preparing to catch you when you lose consciousness." His serious expression made her smile. She did not know if he was thinking that she would faint but was nevertheless thankful for it. After all, he would be the perfect man to catch her once she falls.

With a smile on her face, Rosalind touched the orb and started absorbing the darkness. Almost immediately memories of various children filled her head. She watched as they played in the mud and helped their parents fetch water in the nearby lake. Then one day a knight on a horse took them.

Soon, the memories of their pain assaulted her senses. She could feel their pain and hear their screams. She could see them beg and beg until finally the eyes in their eyes vanished.

It was cruel.

It was pure torture.

It took a long time before they lost their lives and Rosalind could feel every bit of the pain that they felt while they were inside. Then things started to turn blurry.

And then there was darkness.

All they could see was darkness.

Soon, the anger followed.

And then despair.

Loathing and despair filled her veins.

The next thing she knew, she was already in his arms, panting, tears streaming down her face.

Whoever did this

Whoever killed those children needed to be punished.