There must be something wrong with how I pretended to be the devil.
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 4th, 9:33——
Like other Nordic ruins, the "Blacklight Tower" is a stone building built hundreds or even thousands of years ago. It is made of many monolithic boulders, so the main part is still very intact, but due to the changes in time and landforms
After the changes, its role of "guarding the main road" has completely disappeared. At present, it is just an ordinary ruins built against the mountains in the southwest of Rift Valley City and on the south bank of Lake Hollich. If there is anything special about it,
That is, the people who occupy it are not robbers or beasts, but a group of witches.
Although the name witch can be used to refer to female magicians, its earliest meaning is a woman who can awaken magical abilities on her own. The reason is said to be related to a certain Holy Spirit who appears in a female form, and can only be improved through hard exercise.
The male magician expressed great envy and jealousy over this.
"[Hercine - we worship you - please give us the blood and power of beasts -]"
At the top of the black light tower is a wide platform formed by being built against the mountain. In the middle of the platform is an altar filled with feathers, claws and beaks of various birds. A gagged
The man was tied tightly to the high chair in front of the altar, and surrounding the high chair and the altar were a group of women wearing dark blue hooded robes who were praying in unison.
"[Helsing—we worship you—]"
As the witches prayed, the strange altar began to glow, and their emotions began to become fervent, their voices gradually became louder, and at the same time, each of them put on a posture ready for battle.
Bang——
A burst of smoke rose, the light of the altar disappeared, and the high chair became empty at the same time... No, it was not empty.
"It looks like it failed again." The witch closest to the high chair walked over, reached out and grabbed a rooster that was in a daze from the chair and showed it to her companions: "It's okay this time, it's just a chicken, not something useless.
A monster with differential attacks.”
After hearing these words, the witches who were preparing for war stopped their vigilance and surrounded the altar.
"The ritual itself should be fine." A witch at the front of the team pulled off her hood. She was a middle-aged woman with brown eyes and ear-length blond hair. Although she was a little older, she was still a beauty.
Staring at the chicken thoughtfully: "Helsin's rituals are not complicated at all. They just replace all the wolf materials with poultry. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be invalid unless -"
"I promise that I remember correctly, Lady Sylvia," a witch behind the middle-aged woman defended repeatedly: "There were several people present when we traded with that harpy witch! We all know the content, steps and prayers of the ritual.
It’s confirmed.”
"Of course I know this. If there is nothing wrong with these things, the only problem can only be the 'transformer'." The middle-aged witch known as Sylvia pinched the rooster's comb: "It is very likely that the 'Eagle'
There are no males at all among the lycanthropes, a race of lycanthropes we have never heard of."
"There are no males? How can we reproduce?"
"Could it be that we went out to catch..."
"Oh! You are so dirty!"
The witches began to whisper.
"So -" Sylvia amplified the volume to suppress the whispers: "We need to use 'females' to experiment."
Click, the witches who were watching the big rooster all took a step back.
"Hmph, I don't know who said that I envied those beautiful and powerful harpy witches." When Sylvia glanced over with sharp eyes, the witches snickered and lowered their heads: "Don't worry, there are no successful examples.
I wouldn't let you try it directly before. Now, what you have to do is the same as before, find a way to catch the lone bandits, businessmen and adventurers and bring them back, but this time the target is limited to women - let's go
!”
Sylvia took the chicken and threw it from the tower.
"Besides, this is not a chicken, it is a human being, and no one is allowed to eat it!"
——10:19——
"How could mother do this..."
In a room on the second floor of the tower, there was a young witch without a hood looking out the window at the rooster spreading its wings and gliding farther and farther away. Her appearance was very similar to Sylvia on the top of the building, except that her blond hair was slightly whiter.
, and it is also longer, and the color of the eyes is darker than brown, so dark that it seems to be slightly red.
"Even if he is a robber, he is still a human being," the young witch looked at the chicken and murmured to herself: "After turning into a chicken, he might be eaten by wild beasts or even humans. That's - uh!"
As if she was disgusted by her imagination, she suddenly covered her mouth.
"Cough cough cough -" The young witch suppressed her nausea, but began to cough violently. When she let go of her hand, her palms were already filled with dripping blood.
"What, capturing women for testing? Female robbers and businesswomen are a rare breed, okay?"
"Female adventurers are quite common. Isn't that 'lioness' Mu Yuer always hanging around?"
"Forget it, it's easy to trick her, but we're dead."
"If you are brave enough, you can go to Rift Valley City to catch a female thief. There is no hidden danger in that one."
The witches who came down from the top floor were talking a lot, and the young witch who heard these words was so shocked that she could hardly stand still.
"No, no," she rested against the wall for a while, then staggered towards the corner of the house: "Although my mother intends to find a way to save me, if this continues, she and the witch sisters outside will be killed.
Either an adventurer or a bounty hunter..."
"Only...the last few strokes are left," the young witch lifted up a carpet in the corner of the room. Underneath was a strange dark red magic circle, obviously painted with blood, but there seemed to be one corner missing.
After finishing, she stretched out her bloody fingers to outline the missing parts and murmured to herself: "The Dark Brotherhood... If the client wants to kill me, they won't refuse, right?"
I heard that the Dark Brotherhood calls these assassination commissions "Dark Contracts". They will collect full payment in advance before the action. If the assassination is successful, they will disappear directly. If the assassination fails, half of the amount will be refunded to the client. If they still insist on the request,
To assassinate the target, you need to sign the contract again.
The young witch took a short rest and turned her attention to the cabinet beside her bed. There was no need to worry about the reward, because she had almost no way to spend money. The jewelry, gold coins and other belongings Sylvia had given her over the years had hardly been touched.
However, it must be enough for them to fulfill the contract of "assassinating a magician who is in full defense mode".
For ordinary magicians, the more total magic power, the better. They can use them to use more and stronger magic. But this sentence does not apply to her at all. The total amount of magic power she possesses is already far away.
It exceeded the limit that her body could bear. As a result, not only was she unable to use magic, but she also found it difficult to take care of herself in daily life. Since awakening her magic ability, she has suffered pain as if she was about to be exploded from the inside out anytime and anywhere, and she would
Hemoptysis from time to time.
Her mother Sylvia is just an ordinary magician. Judging from her mother's attitude of just silently looking for solutions without asking any "why", the problem must lie with her father, whom she has never met.
Generally speaking, it is very easy to kill oneself, but this common sense becomes meaningless in front of her overflowing magic power. Although she cannot use magic, the magic power filling her body will automatically prevent any
External factors that can cause harm to her, such as falling from a tower and automatically breathing underwater when falling from a tower, even if she hits a sharp object ruthlessly, the automatically generated thick armor will break it apart first.
In addition, the highest record so far is that she has not eaten anything for a month and does not feel hungry. If it were not for the severe pain caused by the overflow of magic power and the complete hemoptysis without warning, she would almost think that she was chosen by the God of Magic.
of magical genius.
These attempts not only gave her an idea of the function of her magic power, but also made Sylvia hold her and cry for a long time. She had to promise her mother that she would never do this again in the future, and secretly added in her heart
"Without certainty".
"As an assassin organization with a long history, they must have a way to deal with this situation-ahem!" The young witch finally finished drawing the magic circle, or in other words, the dark ritual circle that summoned the Dark Brotherhood, and wiped her hands and stood
Got up.
"And...the spell." She recalled it and began to chant: "Close it, close it, close it..."
These spells and magic circles were accidentally recorded by Sylvia when she took herself around to find a solution. The solution her mother finally chose was to evolve her body into a form that could accommodate those magic powers, such as in The Witch
Very famous in the world, the harpies blessed by Hircine in the "Green Jasmine Witch Villa".
But since the devil is involved, it is naturally difficult to implement it. In the past few days, although several rituals traded from the harpies have been held, none of them were successful. She couldn't help but doubt the witches who came forward to trade.
Have you been deceived because you didn't study the details of the transaction carefully?
"I am the person who performs all the good deeds in the world. I am, cough cough, the one who destroys everything in the world, cough cough! The person who does evil..." Because the incantation to be recited was too long, she was finally interrupted by a violent cough.
When he was about to take a break and continue reciting, the door was suddenly pushed open and a witch of similar age rushed in.
"Illia! An adventurer is coming! It seems to be the new baron of Rift Valley City! Come and pretend to be a sick girl——"
At that moment, the crooked and poorly drawn magic circle suddenly burst into dazzling white light, completely engulfing the girl standing next to the magic circle.
