Chapter 216

My Villains Episode 216

46. Master of Dreams (6)

There was a person who suddenly came to mind.

Thin, fine fingers and dark green eyes. Eyes drooping as if they were about to shed tears. miserable smile.

Her auburn hair hidden under an elegant kerchief and her white skin hidden under a chiffon dress, she found a clear voice in the shame.

The smell of cloves. A thin, soft body. A cute sob. A desperate body movement.

A woman who turned trembling into excitement, excitement into joy, and joy into love in my arms.

She was said to have bloomed alone in a withering flower garden.

The reason why he suddenly thought of Dionea was because memories with her flashed through his mind.

A flower dying under the shade of a wooden fence I touched with a little sympathy and just in case. In the language of Dionea, the name was ‘Latria’.

The strange sensation I felt when I touched the flower was vividly revived when I touched the old tree called Oressa.

It was for that reason that the decision was made to bring the old tree outside.

“Huh-”

As Utequai and I pushed up the beautiful old tree with all our might, the mercenaries holding the rope cheered in unison.

“One or two – pull!”

“One or two! Pull!”

uh crazy What is so heavy on the subject of dry dead trees?

Thanks to the party’s long swearing, the old tree stood up straight, driving its butt into the hole dug in advance. The mercenaries, who were covered in sweat from taking the tree out of the underground, shouted ‘wow’ in unison.

“...I didn’t notice it when I was lying down, but when I stood it up, it looked really big.”

“right. It is a tree worthy of gathering spirits.”

The old tree looked over 20 meters tall even though all its twigs had been bent and only the trunk remained.

“Poi-i—”

I raised my head following the excited voice, and before I knew it, a group of people sitting on the top of an old tree were waving.

When I smiled and raised my hand, he squirmed and dangled his feet.

I’m a little proud to see this.

Passing the stairs was so hard that I thought about cutting it in half several times, but it was worth it.

“So,”

said Ellen, who had crossed her arms and had a suspicious look on her face.

“Now what are you going to do with this?”

“Uh well.”

I brushed my hair and scratched the back of my head.

“Have you ever felt something?”

“persimmon? What sense?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly, but somewhere in my heart it seems that someone keeps shouting that this tree needs to be brought back to life.” “What are you talking about? Are you sick?”

Asking such a question, Ellen’s face showed more concern than annoyed ridicule.

...Are you worried because you know what’s going on with your hair?

“It’s not painful, but I think it’s inspiration related to hematology.”

“Blood surgery?”

“uh.”

“What does a tree have to do with blood divination? It’s not like the tree is bleeding.”

It’s just a feeling.” Ellen narrowed her brows, perhaps feeling frustrated. It looks like he is asking for an explanation, but what should I do if I don’t know?

“Wait a little, let me find out.”

I said that and strode towards the old tree.

I shouted and dragged the old tree outside and planted it on the ground, but now that I think about it, I don’t know what kind of confidence I had in my work.

It’s definitely not Kim Seung-soo’s behavior to move based on feelings without any certainty.

If so, the sense I felt, whether it was intuition or inspiration, must have been related to Phoenix. Besides, when I touched Latria in Longville and raised my blood, I felt the same sensation as now.

So in the end, the answer is hematology.

“Hmm.”

Looking around the old tree carefully, he raised his blood and stretched out his hand.

When the rough bark of the tree touched my palm, I felt a strange sensation, as I expected. A vivid sensation that is incomparable to that of touching a withered Latria...

It is similar to touching Ellen, although the degree is slightly different.

Ellen and I once fell into the trap of the necromancer Luke in the basement of South Harbor and suffered a death crisis.

At that time, almost two people’s worth of blood was poured to revive Ellen, whose heart had stopped, and in the end, the boy was revived.

After that, when I touched Ellen, I felt the inside of her body and the changes taking place there as clearly as my own. It was also thanks to this phenomenon that Ellen noticed that he was faking an illness when she couldn’t walk after drinking several bottles of the covenant.

For a while, the gaze that oozes an unknown longing. Alena, no, Alena, the spirit dwelling in me looked up at me and said,

“You look exactly like that man. Perhaps his descendants?”

“What are you talking about?”

I frowned in frustration, but I opened my mouth halfway at a thought that suddenly crossed my mind. It was because he remembered the most famous person among Phoenix’s ancestors.

“That Blackwood’s real name is.”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah”

I showed my disappointment, and the spirit showed a slightly thicker smile on the girl’s face.

“I’ve only heard that he became king somewhere across the sea.”

“......also.”

It’s Zahak. Blood King Zahak.

While I was immersed in a strange feeling at the unexpected development of the scenario, the spirit suddenly looked back.

“...The cursed one’s malice is leading you to the right way.”

“what?”

“Growing up is painful. The pain is only yours to endure...but.”

Whoa!

Suddenly a gale blew up.

The black, white, and red wind from the spirit swirled and flew toward the crow’s castle. Even the thick fog flinched at the majesty of the wind and retreated.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa –

like a roller coaster, a gust of wind drew a bizarre trajectory and poured into the basement stairs of the castle like a waterfall.

“I just want to lighten the effort a little.

Followed by ‘Kkeaaaak-!’ A faint sound was heard.

“...Alena that.”

“It dispersed the evil power the thief possessed.”

” thief?”

In context,

the person who could be called a thief now

is “Spell thief Saitz?”

Instead of answering my question, the spirit stumbled and fell to the side, and I quickly accepted the girl’s body.

“Alena!”

“...ha. The time has come to let go of this poor girl.”

“Wait, Dark Knight! Do you know where the Dark Knight is?”

I asked with a desperate tone, but the spirit only gave a weak smile and pursed lips.

“...Same as Blackwood. How could it be that there is no recognition...

“What what?”

“...you will see it again. From the white tree in the sky...

“Alena! Wait a minute!”

I shook Alena’s shoulders, but the girl closed her eyes as if in a deep sleep. Instinctively, I felt that the spirit that inhabited the girl’s body had left.

After a while, we headed underground following the traces of the gust of wind sent by the spirits, and encountered an amazing scenery.

“Hehe, damn it-”

In the dark throne room. A huge chair made of bone and a man lying down in front of it.

“...you can’t.”

Aiming the wand at the man, Ellen muttered in disbelief.

“No how.”

“Ellen? Can you find out?”

“...I don’t know, but they look alike. But he was young.”

The man was an old man. An old man who had become extremely old, as if he couldn’t even compete with himself, let alone pose a threat.

The old man who was stomping on the floor coughed and looked up at us. And he muttered ‘ha’ with a laugh.

“Because what crime have I committed?”

the old man muttered in a voice so low that it was barely audible.

Hearing that laugh, Ellen nodded her head with her face dyed white.

“That’s right, that’s for sure.”

The gaze of the boy looking up at me was full of confidence.

“That guy ■. Spell thief sights. My master’s enemy.”