prynovel Chapter 119 New Information about the Witch Cult
Chapter 119 New Information about the Witch Cult
Chapter 119 New Information about the Witch Cult
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful servant begs for your attention:"
Please accept his offering;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom.
The natural forces activated by the incantation stirred up a howling wind around them, causing the flame of the candle in the center, representing the "Fool," to suddenly rise higher.
Amidst the illusory sounds of "ouch," a large, ethereal door shrouded in gray mist and covered with mysterious patterns swayed open.
Then a powerful suction force came from behind the door, drawing in the bluish-blue, jelly-like substance placed on the floor in front of the ceremony.
After a few seconds of silence, the illusory door shook again, and a leather briefcase was thrown out from behind the door, landing at Cyril's feet.
Then the illusory gate creaked shut and disappeared.
"Thank you for your help."
Cyril placed his hand on his chest and bowed respectfully. Only after the traces of the surrounding gray mist had completely disappeared did he bend down, pick up the leather briefcase from the floor, and open it to inspect it.
Inside were neatly arranged cash of varying denominations, along with a small amount of gold coins.
"It's clear that Mr. Hanged Man has practically emptied his pockets to raise this money."
"With this £4000, plus the £400 from Miss 'Justice' and my previous savings, I now have about £5000 in savings."
"Wow, with this amount of savings, I'm richer than most middle-class families in Backlund, right?"
As he muttered to himself, he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers in his ears.
"A young male voice, is that Kyrie Irving?"
He whispered something, then reached out and pulled over a chair, sat down, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
He then discovered that he could now elevate his spirit directly to a dimension overlooking all things without relying on the special connection brought about by prayer.
His connection with dimensions seems to have become even stronger.
"Not only that, it seems I can also send my body here. Hmm, I need to set up a ritual in advance and establish fixed coordinates in both dimensions."
"Moreover, this process of ascending or descending to a higher dimension consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, which I might not be able to withstand at my current Sequence 7 level. Perhaps the best option is Sequence 5?"
"Hmm? This is... the answer just appears in my mind whenever I want?"
"Is there another dimension within the boundless dimensions, one that involves omniscience? Or is it the identity of the 'Dimensional Lord' that is at play?"
As he whispered, he reached into the air and pulled out a Rune coin, which bounced into the air with a clang.
After a moment, he looked at the imagined gold coins in his hand and fell into deep thought.
"It's quite interesting that both divinations yielded affirmative answers..."
"So there really is an 'omniscient realm' existing between the boundless dimensions!"
After a few sighs, he calmed himself down and turned his gaze to the illusory prayers that were emanating from his ears.
Then a dimly lit room filled with the strong scent of essential oils came into view.
There were only two candles lit in the room, surrounded by special symbols drawn with spiritual materials, and a dressing mirror that was half a meter high.
A completely unfamiliar young man stood in front of the mirror. Judging from his clothing, he seemed to be a servant from some manor. His expression clearly showed both excitement and nervousness.
"Why is there still no reaction? I followed Ms. Triss's instructions exactly!"
...Triss? He, well, she's not only having an affair with Prince Edsack, but she's also seducing the male servants at Red Rose Manor?
You city folks really know how to have fun...
He chuckled lightly, making a slightly malicious guess about Triss's attempt to seduce the male servant, and then flicked his finger.
Instantly, a thin layer of mist filled the dimly lit room, barely illuminated by the candlelight, and tiny, shimmering starlight appeared and disappeared within the mist.
The sudden change caused the male servant who was conducting the ceremony to communicate with Sirion to freeze, standing there blankly and at a loss.
"This...this is not what Ms. Triss described!"
"Won't I summon some kind of evil god?"
As he muttered to himself in a trembling voice, Cyril manipulated the mist to gather behind the mirror placed at the center of the ceremony.
Then, the mist surged, outlining Rune words tinged with starlight:
Is this the kind of response you were expecting?
Seeing the changes around him, the male servant's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, swallowing the saliva that had seeped into his mouth due to nervousness. He stammered:
"Yes, no, it's not, I, I..."
The words on the mirror surface quickly vanished, then coalesced again:
"Don't be so nervous. Although I am indeed an evil god according to the mainstream social view, that's because of the covenant and influence of the Seven Gods."
"Putting aside such stances, I don't think I meet the standard of an evil god. After all, no one, no civilization, has been destroyed or fallen because of my existence."
goo~
The servant's legs trembled uncontrollably; he became even more nervous.
Although this evil god seems honest, it is still an evil god, a being more terrifying than demons and monsters.
He regretted his impulsive decision to agree to Lady Triss's request. He should have reported the matter to Prince Edsac instead of concealing it or even joining in.
...This is too nerve-wracking. I don't have the ability to be an "audience," so how can we communicate?
Cyril frowned slightly as he looked at the trembling servant, then manipulated the mist in the mirror to re-condense lines of words: "Tell me why you prayed to me."
The male servant in front of the mirror stammered, "Okay, okay."
"It's Ms. Triss. I accidentally discovered her secret, and out of kindness, I promised to keep it a secret and offer some assistance."
Seemingly realizing he was being a bit long-winded and fearing it might offend the evil god, he quickly sped up his pace:
"Miss Triss asked me to relay a message to you: a new high-ranking witch has arrived in Backlund from the Witch Cult. She calls herself the 'Black Witch,' and is an ageless witch!"
"Furthermore, she said she failed to be noticed by the 'devil' behind the serial killers, and her attempts failed due to certain coincidences."
That's all.
After saying this, he stared nervously at the mirror placed in the center of the ceremony, praying in his heart that the evil god in the mirror would be satisfied with his answer.
Under his intense gaze, new words appeared one by one on the mirror:
"Well done. What's your name?"
Male servant: "Alan, Alan Gibson."
"Alan Gibson, I'll remember you."
The short word lingered on the mirror for two seconds before disappearing completely along with the mist that filled the mirror.
Only after all the visible mist in the room had dissipated did Alan dare to utter a faint, pitiful sound:
"No, Lord Evil God, please don't remember me. It would be best if you forgot me the very next second..."
In the bedroom, Cyril, whose spirit had departed from the dimension and returned to his body, frowned and got up.
"The 'Black Witch' has come to Backlund... Is it for the cooperation between the Witch Cult and the Royal Family of Rune, or to help the 'Primordial Witch' investigate the events of the Mirror World?"
"I caused quite a commotion in the mirror world before, and witches are good at taking over things, plus that was a weak point in Adam's gaze towards me, so it's not surprising that the 'Primordial Witch' caught a trace of it."
As he whispered, he reached into the air and pulled out a gold coin, which then flicked into the air with a thud.
This is a figment of imagination. From the outside, it looks exactly like a real gold coin, but any extraordinary person with a strong sense of perception can tell the difference instantly.
Because at the level of inspiration, it is empty and does not exist.
Since absorbing and digesting the power within that blank scroll, he has mastered some of the power of imagination, enabling him to materialize the objects in the scroll or book into reality.
However, this illusion does not yet possess the power of the original; it only offers a simple interpretation of appearance, personality, and abilities.
This ability to create illusions, like the magic tricks of a "master of illusion," is quite entertaining but not very practical.
Because the power within that blank canvas is more dimensional, it is the key to how the "higher-dimensional observer" can project power through the barrier.
It belongs to the incomplete "otherworldly traveler", possessing the ability to cross dimensions, and can also borrow the power of different dimensions to display various wonderful or terrifying abilities.
Cyril felt that the complete "Otherworldly Traveler" should be at the demigod level, but due to the existence of the barrier, the power that the "Higher Dimensional Overlooker" could sneak in was limited, and this incomplete power was weakened to between Sequence 6 and Sequence 5.
Thinking of this, Sirion couldn't help but sigh:
"Despite gaining power close to Sequence 5 at Sequence 6, the biggest improvement was actually in spirituality and inspiration."
"The 'High-Dimensional Overlord' path is very demanding in terms of combat and requires extensive preparation beforehand, making it even more troublesome than the 'Apprentice' path."
"Apart from that, the only thing worth mentioning is my ability to escape and evade. I can now use the power of dimensions to perform a 'teleport'-like operation, but it requires the assistance of 'opening a door'. I can also directly enter other dimensions to evade attacks."
With a thud, he reached out and caught the gold coin, glanced at it, and then tossed it away again.
After trying several times, he frowned and made the gold coin in his hand disappear.
"The attempt to capture it failed. Did the 'Primordial Witch' interfere?"