episode_0022
by fnovelpia“Haaam… Time flies today.”
The lordship of Praxu.
Mike, who was on duty, yawned lazily.
The drowsiness she exuded was contagious in the air, and Torres, who was next to her, also yawned longer.
“Ugh, wow. That’s right. I think it’s usually over by this time, but today, time seems to be especially slow.”
“Why don’t you just tell me something interesting?”
“Look at this kid? Are you telling me to act like a clown now?”
“Oh, it’s not like that~ I think it’s because I want to hear the story of a great senior. You’ve been at it longer than me, so you’ve been through a lot.”
Miike pulls it off naturally, as if it’s not something he’s done once or twice. Torres, a falcon, was captivated by Mike’s flattery without much doubt.
“That’s right. It’s already been 10 years since I worked here. There’s nothing I haven’t experienced.”
“So, tell me something interesting.”
“Hmm, what story should I tell you? Ah, yes. You know what? There was a witch in Praxu?”
“Of course I know. I heard there was an uproar back then? why? Did you catch a witch?”
Torres shook his head.
“It’s not a witch, but it caught the witch’s father. It wasn’t enough that he fertilized the witch and gave birth to a witch, so he tried to hide it. It was so vicious that even when I tortured him, he never shut his mouth.”
“You’re protecting a witch. I’m not in my right mind.”
Torres sighs.
He looked tired, as if he was sick of even thinking about that time.
“You must be possessed by a witch. Otherwise, would there be any way to protect a witch? Well, you don’t have to worry. Because I cut off his life with my own hands. Hang him by the neck and cut his internal organs with a knife while he was struggling… Why do you look like that?”
Torres, who was retelling what happened then, could not finish his sentence because Mike’s expression was somehow strange.
The blood-soaked face had the expression of a person who had seen something he should not have seen. As if a living person had witnessed the death of the devil.
“Seo, senior… Back, back… .”
“Huh? Back?”
Torres looks back with a sad expression. Behind him, a grim reaper holding a scythe was floating in the air, dispersing dark blue smoke.
Torres closed his eyes blankly.
“Did I fall asleep? ?”
Torres rubs his eyes.
But no matter how much I rub or close my eyes, the spirit of death does not disappear. It was around that time that I realized that this was not a dream but reality.
“What, what!”
Torres is scared and tries to pull out his sword.
However, the Shinigami’s scythe cuts through Torres even faster.
Sigh!
“Bend.”
Fresh blood splatters diagonally along the scythe’s trajectory. Torres’ upper and lower body, letting out a single moan, falls apart like sliced cheese.
The pure white soul that fell from Torres’ fallen body hovers around the Shinigami.
“Hee profit!”
Mike screams and collapses. She was covered in Torres’ blood.
A Shinigami is someone who essentially takes lives.
The energy of death emitted by the Shinigami was enough to instill primal fear in living things, so Mike’s lower body, which was shaking like an aspen, became wet and the sound of water echoed in the hallway.
“Please, save me, save me… .”
Mike is begging for words that don’t even come out properly. The Shinigami looked down at Mike and approached him.
Mike was cowering and covering his face with his arms, but the Shinigami passed through Mike and disappeared down the hallway.
Mike looks back with a confused look on his face.
A moment later, several terrible screams echoed through the castle from the direction where the Shinigami had disappeared.
This is hell.
This must be a dream. Okay, this can’t be real. When you wake up, you’ll see the familiar ceiling of your dorm.
Mike stopped thinking and fell backwards.
***
“Hold on, hold on!”
Cathedral of the city, Agartha branch.
A grim reaper appears out of nowhere and uses a sickle to cut into the barrier spread across the cathedral.
“I can’t hold on!”
One of the saints who was sweating profusely and maintaining the barrier shouted.
This is not an ordinary Shinigami.
It is composed of murderous resentment and powerful magical power.
Moreover, the attacks wielded by the Shinigami were marked with so much hostility that it was even tempting to believe that there was an enemy of one’s parents within the barrier.
Quang!
The barrier is completely split by the Shinigami’s blow.
The Seven Priests join forces to restore the barrier, but it is not enough. From the moment the first attack was allowed, there was an irreparable crack in the barrier.
A barrier from which debris falls.
It was only a matter of time before it broke.
A reaper raising a sickle high in the sky. It strikes the moon with such force that it splits it in half.
This attack cannot be prevented.
Everyone had a hunch.
“It’s broken, it’s broken!”
The scythe fell in a semicircular trajectory.
Ugh!
Unable to even resist for a moment, the barrier was helplessly shattered. The priests who were holding on were thrown away by the force of the reaction.
A cathedral where the barrier has disappeared.
That place is now a stage for the Shinigami.
The reaper flies all over people’s heads. A Shinigami who moves his head. Acting as if someone is looking for you.
Two people are caught in the reaper’s eyes. The Shinigami moves towards them in an instant and draws a scythe. A paladin is cut to pieces with armor imbued with divine power.
“Gagging.”
The following actions of the Shinigami. He creaks and turns his head.
The priest who made eye contact with him flinched as if struck by lightning. He slowly takes a step back and then runs away with all his might. The Shinigami chases after me like a stream of air.
“Why, why me?! How many people are here!”
A priest who runs away like someone who is quite accustomed to running away. Goddess of Luck also seemed to be smiling at him, as he dodged the scythe by a narrow margin.
However, luck was useless in front of the Shinigami, so the Shinigami swung his sickle sharply.
A crescent-shaped slash fired from a scythe.
“Now, sleep~!”
The priest who was running away looked back and stretched out his hand, but it was a useless action.
Suddenly.
With a soft cutting sound, the priest’s body was cut vertically. As he screamed, his face split into left and right sides.
The souls come out of the bodies of the two priests who have been reduced to pieces of meat.
“, your soul is being taken away! Stop it! Stop it at all costs!”
The paladins swing their swords and the priests spread blessings, but they are vainly offset by the scythe wielded by the reaper.
“It’s all ready!”
The moment when a priest who has gathered his divine power to its maximum is about to cast holy magic.
Shuru look.
The Shinigami disappeared as if he was sucked into a single point.
Are you hiding?
Or are those around you just biding their time?
They remained alert and alert for Saju, and it was only when dawn began to dawn that they realized that the Shinigami had disappeared.
Last night, I wondered if I had been possessed by the Shinigami, but the corpses lined up on the floor reminded me that it was real.
A total of twelve lives were taken by the messenger that day.
Their souls were all gone.
***
The time when the sun rises.
The agent of the agent of the reaper. So, the subcontractor’s subcontractor came back after taking revenge.
A scythe soaked in blood.
Twelve souls were floating around the Shinigami.
They are all the souls of those who caused direct harm to Mirabelle’s parents. Now that their souls have fallen into the clutches of the Reaper, there will be no rest for them.
The cycle of pain will be repeated until the day the soul wears out.
‘This is the end… impression.’
Mirabelle, who had completed her revenge, was looking up at the sky. The side profile looking at the dawn looked somewhat relieved, but it was much better than before.
Mirabelle grew again today.
The grimoire that had been reduced to ashes appeared at Mirabel’s call, as if he had been recognized as the owner at the time of reading the grimoire.
‘It was a shock to turn my father into a reaper.’
That means you want to be together that much.
Agent of the Reaper.
Witch of Judgment.
And even the Soul Grimoire.
These three things are mixed properly to create one magic. I have reached the point where I can create my own magic without anyone ever teaching me.
There is nothing more to do with Mirabel.
Towards growth.
Towards the mind.
“Miss Mirabel, it is time to leave. It gets noisy when people wake up.”
“… … .”
Mirabelle is filled with sentimentality and just looks at the sky without answering. Meanwhile, people begin to come out to prepare for the business. I make eye contact with a woman, and my gaze lands on the girl’s skull in my hands.
“Uh… uh? that… .”
“Good morning, ma’am.”
“Yes? Yes, good morning. No, more than that, the thing in my hand… ?”
“You don’t have to worry about it. I’m just trying to send it back to where it belongs.”
Unfortunately, I think the shock was too great to just ignore it. The lady’s eyes suddenly twinkled, and I thought she was making money.
“ is also a thief! Stealing the witch’s skull!”
“Haha, stealing. This isn’t yours. As a slave trader, I’m not that conscienceless, am I?”
I think it’s a question I’ll repeat no matter how many times it’s asked, but things in this world don’t go well just by saying the right things. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have been called a Shinigami.
I jumped out holding Mirabelle, who was still dazed. Fortunately, the guards didn’t chase me or anything. Who would go out to catch thieves when the chaos broke out in the early morning?
Taking advantage of the security slackening, he ran out of the castle gate and escaped from Praxu. A trashy city. I will never come back again.
The place we need to go now is the final destination where the true ending of the story is hidden, and since it is near Prakshui, there is no need to take a carriage.
Mirabel’s ending route is largely divided into three parts.
The first is recovery.
This can be done at any time as long as you treat your mental health.
The second is revenge.
After learning the Soul Grimoire, meet Harold’s soul in Praxhu. Find out the detailed story and defeat the sources of tragedy.
And the last route.
The keyword is reunion.
A meeting with a precious person whom I thought would be goodbye forever.
It’s time to go see Mirabelle’s mother.
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