The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 117

117 – As Rasputin Enchanted

Odilia looked at him as if possessed.

Normally, he would have yelled at me not to be bluffing and immediately pulled the trigger, but strangely, this time the man’s words did not sound like bluffing. On the contrary, it felt like it was made by abbreviating and hiding what he originally had to say.

But her pride wouldn’t allow her to sit still.

Her ego, hardened over the years, was vehemently refusing to get down on her knees and give her partner what she wanted. Thinking rationally and doing what the man in front of her told her to do, gaining information and gaining opportunities would be the best thing, but her pride Her pride as a high witch was rejecting that choice.

To be in such an ambiguous confrontation for a while.

Odilia suddenly thought that she had heard the man’s tone somewhere.

Where did you hear

Where did you hear such a peculiar tone?

Where did you hear that tone that was different from that of an old man?

After pondering for a while, she remembered something about her.

“Powwow.”

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That is the word sorcerer.

But the man didn’t react much after hearing that.

No wonder.

What is it if not a shaman who uses the ‘hammer to judge witches’ and casts evil spirits and shadows?

“A shaman.”

However, the witch succeeded in inferring something about her from that obvious word.

The sorcerer who said something that changed her life.

Her sorceress who roasted and boiled her with her bewitching voice.

The man with an old voice said that he had come to rescue a lump of luggage that he did not want to see on the way.

That witch doctor who rocked her with her stories about her ‘Hans’ that no one should know about.

“The shaman who talked to me-!”

Jinseong nodded her head as if it was the correct answer to Odylia’s cry and stood up. Then she went up to her and pressed her right shoulder gently and whispered in her ear.

“Sit down now, if you understand.”

She then squeezed her hand and made her sit in her chair, and she sat across from her.

Even though Odilia was half-forced to sit down by Jinseong, she did not vent her anger. Instead of a look of resentment, her face was full of confusion. It was her utter confusion, akin to the confusion she felt when she witnessed the betrayal of someone she thought was on her side.

Jinseong looked at the expression quietly and asked.

“Witch. What’s so confusing?”

“Why…”

The Archwitch looked at Jinseong with a confused expression.

“Why would you do this?”

It was a question with many meanings.

Why did you use Malleus Malepicarum on me?

Why did you bring yourself here pretending to be an innocent boy?

Why is he persecuting himself like this?

Why.

Why.

So many questions were put there.

But the most important thing about that question is this.

“You’re a witch. You must be curious. Everything you said came true, and you said that you would grant what you wanted as long as you were able, but how did you do this? Yes, you’ll wonder if it’s suppressing you and creating a frightening atmosphere.” ＜BR＞

The question of why he would do this to someone who said he would pay the price.

Odilia, with a slightly dazed expression, nodded her head.

It was a sign of positivity.

“Even robbers do not harm those who give away their wealth, and animals do not take the lives of those who provide food. If that is the case with mere beasts and beasts, how can a sorcerer who lives close to people harm those who pay money? A mercenary called the dead of money won’t harm my client, and a merchant who would sell his life for a piece of gold won’t cut off his money line himself! But.”

Jinseong smiled bleakly.

“There is room for extenuating circumstances if payment cannot be made, but trying to reduce the amount means that a fair price is not being paid.”

He asked.

Did you really intend to pay the price properly?

When he heard that the sorcerer was Ella’s friend’s brother, and realized that he was underage.

He asked if he really had any intention of paying the price he had thought of in advance.

“You put out a blank check in words, but that’s when you consider that a shaman is a famous person. Now, witch. Tell me about me.”

“Bar, Park Jin-seong…”

“Where are you from?”

“Unified Republic of Korea…”

Odilia answered Jin-seong’s words obediently, perhaps weighed down by the atmosphere.

“Yes. He is a minor from a unified Korea.”

He spoke nonstop to Odylia.

“Übermensch, Übermensch. Now she is a witch with the surname Reich. In the past, she was nothing more than a daughter of a tailor. How did you feel when your humble surname changed to Schneider?” What did you think when you were surrounded by shabby clothes and worried about not having enough food for the day and were given a surname that was extravagant?”

Jinseong said while gently bringing her face to Odilia.

“The great Führer Adolf Hitler, hahahaha. Yes. That great third-rate wizard said this. Oh, look at the purity of the Aryan race here. Look at the potential of this great Aryan. The Germans are the race to rule the world, and here they are.” There is evidence. Here, the brilliant Germanic potential has blossomed. It has blossomed like this in the midst of the corrupt and useless, so it is truly a great being. So, in the name of the great Germanic tribe, bestow a new surname on your teacher, and pass on a new family name. I will continue to carry on that name. That name is.”

Then he brought her face close to her nose so that her breath could touch it, and whispered quietly.

“It was called Rehi.”

Rattle.

At that, Odilia felt as if a bug was crawling on her, and she unknowingly pulled her body back. Then, the leg of her chair dragged on the floor and made a sound, and at that sound, she came to her senses and glared at her true self.

“…Yes. Yes. I did…”

Odilia, who had come to her senses, affirmed his words.

However, unlike before, when she used to use a basket with all kinds of emotions, her tone was calm, and her half-spoken and half-respectful words had changed to polite words before she knew it. It was no different than showing that she was weighed down by the atmosphere of her true nature.

Jinsung smiled inwardly at the sight of him.

‘Weak to the strong, and infinitely strong to the weak. Apparently, unlike before the return, his temper isn’t quite as dirty as ever, but that aspect hasn’t changed.’

Maybe she survived because of her appearance.

She survived because she bowed her head to Nazi Germany, which was the overwhelming power and madness itself, and she must have reached the level of the Great Witch now because she bowed her head to her teacher, who was proud of collaborating with the Nazis.

‘Easy to yield means being able to use words, and being influenced easily means being deaf. That is why, before her return, she would have been caught by a religious person, lost her firearm, and met a terrible end.’

She wasn’t her human ego.

She never forgot her first love, Hans, and was very warm to the Jews, she never wanted to be involved in the Holocaust, and she tried to escape the Jews to the extent that she could use her hands. Graced her Because of that, she was able to get out of the war crimes trial intact, everyone acknowledged that she could use her surname Reich, and she was able to become the owner of a world-class company with the help of the many Jews she saved. .

Moreover, although he had a tendency to treat those he regarded as inferiors, there was a minimum of goodness there, and he was well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of people, so he did not treat those he considered stronger than himself.

However, in his later years, he was caught by a religious person, gave up all his money, crossed the minimum line he kept to squeeze more money, and eventually died a terrible death because he tried to beat a mercenary for money, as if he was senile.

“Witch. I know you. I know your past. I know your future. So why would you lie to me? Why would you hide your intentions from me?”

“That.”

Odilia tried to get her something out of her mouth and swallowed it whole.

It was because she was overwhelmed by Jin-seong’s words glaring at her from a nearby place.

“Witch. I ask. What did you think when you heard that I was from a unified Korea?”

“…”

“Yes. You must have thought like this. There is such a shaman in that small country? Ah, since it was annexed by Japan, there could be someone who learned shamanism there. If so, it must be an old person.”

Odilia’s eyes slightly widened at those words.

Jinseong continued her words as she carefully observed the expression she made, the movement of her pupils, the change in size of her pupils, the twitching of her nose, and the movement of the corners of her mouth.

“But how can it be. You even heard that you are a minor. Then you are a witch. What did you think of in your head? What did you think of when you said that you were a minor shaman in a unified Republic of Korea? When I saw you talking, it was the voice of an old man, and what you said clearly He’s a shaman. And since he knows what no one knows, he’s obviously not a cheater. Then what is it?”

Jinseong studied her expression carefully and spoke slowly.

“Are you a shaman who cheated on your identity?”

“…”

“Is it a mystery created by witchcraft?”

“…”

“Is it possible because he is a prophet?”

“…”

Three questions.

Both reactions are the same.

One particular reaction.

“Yes. Witch, you must have thought that all of this was possible because you knew the future.”

Jin-seong continued her words casually.

Casually.

It’s like… He looked at the answer sheet and seemed to be solving the problem.