Becoming a Hunter in a Dark Fantasy - Chapter 112
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Episode 112 Mine Floeta (4)
“I have brought the white moon, so now I will begin the ritual.”
“Yeah, yeah! I see~!”
“We will begin with the sacrificial rites offering up the Gnaud clan. After that, we will immediately proceed with the ritual to revive the King of Water.”
“Yeah, yeah! I know~!”
“I have already selected the Gnaud clan members to be used as sacrifices. Wait here quietly until I bring them from the hideout.”
“Yeah, yeah! Of course~!”
Floetta responded with enthusiasm, like a child answering a teacher.
The old man in the mountains remained silent for a moment with an incomprehensible expression on his face.
“… … Do you understand what I mean?”
“Of course, of course! You want me to just wait here? I understand, I understand! I completely understand~!”
Floeta was grumbling. At first glance, her face was devoid of any trace of beauty.
“……yes.”
The old man in the mountains walked slowly, his steps barely stopping.
I really wanted to keep some subordinates behind to keep an eye on her… … but I knew that if I left them by that woman’s side, there was a high chance that they would be killed anyway, so in the end they wouldn’t be of much use.
‘I think it would be better if I went and came back as quickly as possible.’
You never know what kind of accident that impulsive, strong-willed woman might have.
‘That much… absolutely not.’
Today was a very important day.
Deficio and the Gnaud clan. The moment when the long-cherished and longed-for goal of both groups is achieved!
‘Overthrow the Kingdom of Batevil as the resurrected King of Water. And establish a kingdom only for foreign races!’
As the head of Deficio and the son of the Gnaud clan, it was a long-cherished wish that had to be fulfilled.
“I’ll be back soon.”
As he suddenly increased his speed and quickly went upstairs, Floetta smiled brightly and waved her hands wildly.
“Have a nice trip~!”
When all signs of the mountain elder and his men had disappeared, Floetta turned her head and said, her glossy crimson hair fluttering in spirals and falling over her shoulders.
“He’s gone. You can get up.”
The white moon, or rather Nero, who had been lying silently on the altar in front of the jar opened his eyes.
“I can sense that much, too.”
Nero, who still retained the appearance of a white moon, lightly raised his upper body with his long white hair fluttering.
I approached the jar with a light touch and looked up at it.
“What a uselessly large jar. And… … .”
Nero poked the outside of the jar with his long finger.
Then the jar vibrated, as if the object had a self and was responding to a given stimulus.
“It’s unnecessarily ominous.”
It is clear that there is a secret hidden inside. Deficio resides here in the ‘Forgotten Stone Pagoda’.
Let’s look back and summarize the remarks made by the mountain elders a little while ago…
‘As expected, it must be related to King Suin.’
In fact, the ‘Forgotten Stone Pagoda’ was where Skya, a special hunter who slaughtered the body of the King of Water, sealed the King of Water’s soul.
To be exact, the spirit of King Suin was sleeping inside that giant jar.
But, as the name of this place suggests, the stone pagoda and the jar were ‘forgotten’ in everyone’s memory.
Except for Deficio, where the Batevils, the royal family of Skya, and the followers of the King of Water gathered.
That was also the reason why Deficio invaded the royal castle of Batevil. Of course, it was also because he hated the royal family of Batevil so much.
The main purpose was to enter the room containing the jar in the basement of the forgotten stone pagoda.
Because you needed a ‘key’ that was passed down from generation to generation from the King of Batheville at the time to enter this room.
That’s why when the royal family of Batevils fled into the underground passage, the mountain man did not chase them, but instead headed towards the forgotten stone pagoda. He had obtained the key, which was of the utmost priority.
‘… … If I touch this wrong, I could be in big trouble.’
However, Nero was completely unaware of these facts and made a different decision. Instead of destroying the jar, he chose to hold it in.
‘I have no magical knowledge whatsoever. I think it would be better to tell Elwin about this jar and ask the female wizard nearby for help.’
Nero concluded that no matter how hard he stared at it, he would not be able to figure out the advanced magic involved in this jar.
Therefore, Nero’s course of action now comes down to only one thing.
‘Kill me.’
Dealing with the mine floeta.
“What do you think? Am I right? This looks really fun!”
Floeta, who had approached me without knowing anything, opened her mouth wide and smiled broadly.
Nero glanced at her and naturally changed the subject.
“How long are you going to hold on to that?”
Nero nodded and pointed to what was in Floeta’s arms: the head of the dead Black Moon.
“You’re carrying it around well. Doesn’t it look scary?”
“Why? Isn’t it pretty?”
“What a surprise.”
Floeta savored the pained expression of the dead black moon, then stroked its pitch-black hair.
He roughly petted a street dog. Then he tilted his head to the side.
“Huh? Huh?”
I didn’t notice it when I touched it earlier, but the texture was surprisingly good.
It didn’t have the silky, flowing feel that ran down my fingertips the moment I touched it, but it was still better than the thick fabrics sold on the market.
Suddenly, Floretta had an impulse. She wanted to make a pretty flower.
‘Then just make it!’
Floetta had never once resisted her impulses.
Hwaaaaak!
A crimson magical power vibrated around Floretta.
Soon after, the head she was holding was engulfed in magic and its form disappeared. Soon, a small flower bloomed in its place.
A flower hanging from the end of a long stem. Six petals bloom beautifully, radiating outward.
The stamens, thinner and longer than the flower petals, stretched straight up toward the sky like eyelashes.
“That is… … ?”
Nero knew the name of that flower. Perhaps he was one of those people who knew a thing or two about it.
Depending on the region, it is called by various names such as Seoksan, Kkotmurut, Pianhwa, Janghwanhwa, and Ghosthwa.
The most famous name in Rampas is .
“Isn’t that a dead person’s flower?”
A red flower that is said to bloom where a person has died. Incidentally, this is not a legend, but a fact.
That’s why Nero actually checked it.
“Right! How is it? Is it pretty?”
However, the sign painting made of the black moon, and especially the skull, was different from the usual ones in that it was pitch black.
“I’ll give you it as a gift!”
Floeta picked up a black signet ring and put it in Nero’s ear.
“You don’t need it?”
At the moment when Nero was about to throw away the flowers, frowning.
“A flower for you~”
Suddenly, a scene came into view of Floeta humming a song and turning her back to him.
Nero’s pupils constricted greatly as he instantly focused all his attention on the target.
“I just broke it and brought it~”
I’m letting my guard down. I’m clearly letting my guard down.
Through his years of experience as an Assassin and Hunter, Nero had discovered from Floeta’s body language and voice the signs that a person was at ease.
‘It’s an opportunity.’
Nero’s bright yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness. He was a hunter who could perfectly control even his killing intent.
“You’re not tone-deaf. It sounds good. Keep going.”
He spoke as if it was nothing special, quietly wiggling his fingers here and there.
Then, the finger twisted and something came out from the middle joint.
“In a beautiful~ garden full of flowers~”
It was a long, spiral-shaped nail. It was sharp and pointed, and seemed more than capable of being used as a weapon to harm people.
Nero, like other assassins, was skilled in handling dark weapons such as daggers and knives, but he did not carry such weapons around.
Chaaang-
Because Nero had his own unique weapon that he was born with.
“If only you and I could be together~”
Nero walked. He approached Floeta quickly without making any sound or movement. She did not notice Nero approaching right behind her.
Long claws were raised toward Floeta’s white neck.
But then… … !
“How happy I would be~!”
Floeta’s neck was bent at a bizarre angle, looking straight at him.
And then the whole thing-!
At the same time, a sound of something breaking was heard.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
A sharp pain shot through his entire body. Nero, who was well-versed in torture training, screamed without filtering as the pain tore through his entire body.
Nero searched his body urgently, but there were no serious injuries or bleeding anywhere.
‘Since when did I!?’
Is it an illusion? Or a dream that occurred during a moment of conscious disconnection?
But the stabbing pain is still vivid.
“People are really strange. Just because someone speaks or acts a little awkwardly… … doesn’t mean that they lack intelligence.”
Floeta was crouching next to Nero and watching him.
“They say that it’s surprisingly easy to be fooled by the outer shell. You thought so too, didn’t you? Meow. I… … .”
Floetta laughed heartily, tapping my head.
“She seems like a crazy woman. I thought it would be good to take advantage of her opportunity to kill her since she looks so lacking.”
“You… … Are you trying to deliberately make me let my guard down?”
“Ugh, no! I didn’t mean to! I was being serious the whole time. I just like myself like this~! That’s not exactly wrong.”
Floetta grinned as she pulled out the spider tentacles growing from her back.
“I’ve been crazy! Since before I came to this world!”
Writhing spider tentacles wrapped around the fallen Nero.
“I really like you, Meow, but… … I need your help to meet my master!”
“… …Master, you say?”
Floeta smiled captivatingly.
‘Who on earth is this master that needs my help?’
no.
‘What is that woman’s ability that I, a high-level hunter, was able to subdue without even realizing it… …!?’
Everything was questionable, but Floetta silently reached out her hand to answer.
Nero’s vision was obscured.
“Don’t worry, Kitty. I’m not trying to kill you. It’s just… … It might hurt a little, right?”
“Eww! Ugh-!”
“Please take that into account!”
The pain struck again. It felt like my whole body was being torn apart, like each piece of flesh was being torn off.
There was still no blood coming out of his body.
‘ah.’
Only then did Nero realize that this was not physical pain.
‘soul.’
Hwaaaaah!
The black signet ring stuck in Nero’s ear began to glow with a dark light.
* * *
Meanwhile, Elwin’s airship.
“One of us must remain on the airship at all costs.”
“Huh? Why necessarily?”
Gail asked curiously.
“It would be a problem if the Depicio members who can fly tried to attack the airship.”
“Certainly. His Majesty is here.”
“We need someone who can at least do the bare minimum. Sister Yana is pregnant, so she should try not to move around as much as possible.”
Elwin clapped his hands and focused everyone’s attention.
“Therefore! I’m going to decide who will remain here.”
“Sign number one, Gail Garib!”
At that moment, Gale’s eyes sparkled strongly. She raised her hand and shouted with a solemn face.
“Me! I recommend you! I’m confident that this old man will do well as a house guard! It’s my calling!”
And when Gail is trying to appeal to herself and stay in the airship by showing off her talents in front of the younger ones.
“What is it?”
Suddenly, an eerie light enveloped him.
“……game?”
“uh?”
“what?”
It disappeared without a trace.