assistirfilmes Chapter 199: Spirit World (3)
Chapter 199: Spirit World (3)
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Chapter 199: Spirit World (3)
‘No. Why. Why. Why. Why?’
Piego's mind raced madly as he bowed his head.
The Spirit God.
Beatrice.
The master of all spirits and the very essence of the Spirit Realm.
By nature, she didn't reveal herself directly in the Spirit Realm.
She was a presence that observed from beyond.
She only showed herself in the Spirit Realm very rarely, perhaps once in several centuries.
But suddenly appearing when a barbarian visited the Spirit Realm was shocking timing.
‘...How could I have such bad luck!’
Piego felt a cold sweat trickling down, even though he wasn't actually sweating.
The deathly silence made his head spin.
And whether Piego felt that way or not, Ketal was in a good mood.
‘The Spirit God, huh.’
She was the second god he saw after Kalosia.
Considering that Kalosia descended by borrowing the body of the saintess, it was the first time he faced a god directly.
Ketal observed Beatrice with pleasure.
Beatrice also observed Ketal.
It was Beatrice who broke the silence first.
[You. Famous one.]
“Do you know me?”
[I know. The one from ‘Inside’.]
Beatrice spoke languidly.
Piego was shocked at her words.
It was hard to believe that the great Beatrice recognized a mere barbarian.
[What business do you have in my world?]
“I came to make a contract with a spirit.”
[...A contract? Why?]
Beatrice's words carried a tone of puzzlement.
As if questioning why something like that was necessary.
It was a feeling similar to hearing an adult collect toys meant for children.
Ketal replied confidently.
“Just because I want to.”
[...]
There was a peculiar look from Beatrice.
As if she hadn't expected such an answer.
“But unfortunately, I was told it's impossible. Moreover, it's about time.”
Ketal's body began to fade slowly.
He could no longer stay in the Spirit Realm as his mystical energy was depleting.
‘What a pity.’
In the end, he couldn't make a contract with a spirit.
It was very disappointing.
Still, having explored the Spirit Realm and met the Spirit God, he intended to be reasonably satisfied.
Ketal's body started returning to the physical world.
Piego sighed in relief as he finally began to leave.
[You.]
Beatrice spoke.
[Come back.]
“Hm?”
[Come back here again.]
“Why?”
[To make a deal.]
[Be-Beatrice, ma'am?]
Piego spoke out involuntarily, knowing it was extremely disrespectful.
But Beatrice didn’t even glance at him.
“...Does that mean there's something to trade?”
Beatrice answered with silence.
Ketal, understanding it as a positive sign, showed an intrigued expression.
The Spirit God wanted to make a deal with him.
He felt a strong interest rising.
He wanted to ask about the details right away, but his body could no longer stay.
“In that case, fine. I'll come back soon.”
[I'll be waiting.]
With those words, Ketal's body returned to the physical world.
Arkamis and Karin, who had been waiting, greeted him.
“You’re back.”
“Yes. Nice to see you again.”
“So, Ke-Ketal. ...How did it go?”
“Unfortunately, I failed.”
“Ye-yes, I thought so.”
Arkamis fumbled as she tried to comfort Ketal.
“It’s okay, Ketal. It couldn’t be helped. In fact, it’s something to be proud of! It means you’re so strong that spirits can’t even attempt to make a contract with you! But if you’re really sad about it, I can teach you my secret alchemy technique!”
“That's kind of you. But it seems I need to go back to the Spirit Realm.”
Karin gave a wry smile.
“I understand it’s hard to give up, but it’s impossible. There is no spirit that can form a contract with you.”
“That’s not the reason. The Spirit God told me to come back to make a deal.”
At Ketal’s words, both Karin and Arkamis fell silent.
After a long moment, they barely managed to speak.
“...The Spirit God?”
“Are you referring to Lady Beatrice?”
“Yes.”
[...Strange.]
Beatrice muttered in a puzzled tone.
[An existence from ‘Inside’ is the enemy of the world. Yet you desire a spirit contract. You wish to make a deal with me. I cannot understand.]
“Isn’t that the charm of life? It’s boring if everything goes according to plan.”
Ketal laughed lightly.
“I accept. What are the terms of the deal?”
[Simple.]
Beatrice said.
[Protection of Elfo Sagrado. Safeguarding the World Tree. Elimination of enemies.]
“...Hm?”
Ketal's eyes widened.
* * *
When Ketal was called back to the Spirit Realm by the Spirit God, the elf guardians were patrolling the perimeter of the sanctuary.
Their expressions weren’t tense.
Just a few days ago, Karin had resolved the black magicians' attack with just three snaps of her fingers.
As long as the queen was guarding them, enemies couldn't even approach the sanctuary.
That was the thought in the elves’ minds.
Just as they were maintaining their lax patrol, something happened.
“Wait. Enemy.”
The guard captain, Ash, raised his hand.
The guardians hastily drew their bows.
“Is it an intrusion?”
“Yes. But... something’s strange.”
Ash squinted.
Black magicians were approaching from beyond the forest.
But it wasn’t just black magicians.
There were countless figures with them.
The number was easily in the hundreds.
Ash swallowed hard as he observed their faces.
“...Our kin.”
“What?”
Dozens of elves were being held captive by the black magicians.
And it wasn’t just elves.
There were hundreds of humans who seemed to be hostages.
Some were dressed in noble attire.
Ash ground his teeth.
“Are they planning to use hostages to pressure us? Maintain your guard. I’ll go to the queen.”
“Yes.”
As Ash turned to head toward the World Tree, the black magicians moved.
They grasped their swords and swung.
Swick.
Ash froze.
He thought the black magicians would use the hostages to attack the sanctuary.
But they didn’t.
They slaughtered all the hostages.
“...What are they doing?”
“Oh.”
“Oh oh.”
“Oh great darkness.”
“Demon that devours space and creates rifts.”
The black magicians chanted.
It was a dark spell.
A grand ritual that involved offering numerous sacrifices and their own lives.
Ash was horrified.
A vast malevolence, something any earthly being would feel, was emanating.
It was a ritual to bring back those banished from the world.
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Descend upon this place.”
Crack.
The space where the sacrifices lay twisted like a vortex.
The bodies of the sacrifices and the black magicians mixed and contorted.
It was a grotesque sight, as if someone had crumpled the space itself like paper.
Then the fractured space expanded as if it burst.
The elves’ faces turned pale.
“Ah....”
“Oh, ah.”
The expanded space was alien.
It wasn’t a summoning circle to call a demon to the earth.
It was a dark passage.
A passage connecting hell and earth.
A sinful path that allowed the entities of hell to come here.
Its very existence was a problem, but there was a bigger issue.
The sheer size of it.
The passage to hell was as large as a small mountain.
The shadow cast from that place was enough to cover the entire elf sanctuary.
“Ah, uh.”
“Oh....”
The elves felt it.
That this forest was now connected to hell.
Whip.
A massive eye opened, filling the enormous passage.
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