Chapter 337 Aiwass in the form of Son of the Moon (Third update)
Sherlock frowned. Although he seemed to believe it in his heart, he still said arrogantly: "What are you dreaming about? Can you get the golden entry for two to three? You don't want to say that you were given by the Pillar God himself.
Are you lucky?"
"Hey, I've really been blessed by the Pillar God."
Aiwass smiled proudly: "Let me show you - do you have a mirror?"
He really wanted to give it a try - after getting the golden entry, he had to practice, otherwise he would feel as if something was missing.
"Give."
Sherlock took out a small mirror from the ritual treasure bag on his waist and handed it to Aiwass.
He asked casually: "The ceremony hosted by the twin mirrors?"
"right."
"It's quite a pity that His Highness is not here."
Sherlock felt a little regretful: "She is very devout in her belief in the twin mirror."
"...I'm lucky she's not here." Aiwass complained.
Otherwise it would be too shameful.
No, I should say - otherwise she would be too dangerous.
"?" Sherlock looked at Aiwass in confusion.
"I mean...this is a new moon ceremony after all."
"I always feel that you don't mean it."
At this moment, Aiwass raised the mirror and closed one eye according to the ritual knowledge given by the twin mirrors.
He saw three vague shadows in the mirror.
One is exactly like me, and the other is exactly like "Bayard".
The third one is a little girl about the same age as Sherlock.
Aiwass can reflect into any of these three forms at will.
...Three forms.
Aiwass's heart moved.
--so good?
He originally thought that he could only become the Moonchild version of himself, or simply become No. 14 - looking at the attitude of the twin mirror, she seemed to be very satisfied with Aiwass' performance.
The result is that there are three forms to choose from.
Turning into the Moonchild version of himself should be the original effect of this ritual; and his ability to turn into Bayard should be due to the close contractual relationship between the Shadow Demon and himself.
As for No. 14...that can only be a gift from the twin mirror.
He probably thought this way - "It's good, let's have some more".
...But if nothing else, if it is operated properly, it will simply be three more identities.
At least the identity of "Miss Aleister" seems to be solidified... Bayard can be used to play such a "bad woman".
So, if you meet the shrunk Sherlock for the first time, this identity is the most suitable——
So with sincere gratitude to the twin mirrors, Aiwass recited a prayer in a low voice:
"I pray for the twin mirrors! The God whose number is two, the God without eyes and self, the God of pure beauty——"
"I am you..."
As the mirror surface revealed its glow, the Aiwass reflected in the mirror and the Aiwass outside the mirror were reversed.
Another voice overlapped with his: "You are me——"
It's like some kind of chaos has occurred in reality.
His shadow became real and his body became nothing.
There were no light effects, and there was no transformation process. It seemed as if nothing had changed, and as if the previous Aiwass was just an illusion - Aiwass had unknowingly turned into another person.
He has long black hair reaching his waist, a thin body, and emerald-like clear pupils. He is probably about the same height as Sherlock in his current teenage form.
Her appearance is pure and lovely, but she has a magical mature charm. Just by looking at her eyes, you can tell that she is by no means an innocent girl of this age.
It is the fourteenth day of the moon child form.
She tilted her head slightly, looked at the astonished Sherlock, and smiled happily.
"——Are you surprised, Detective?"
The cold voice of No. 14 sounded: "How about you give me a name now?"
Different from the weak and vague tone when Aiwass played No. 14 in the dream, she spoke clearly now and had a standard Glass Island accent. She sounded like a proud and calm aristocratic lady.
"...What kind of strange ability do you have?"
Sherlock was stunned for a long time, in disbelief: "Becoming another person? Still a woman... Is this also a golden characteristic?"
"certainly."
Aiwass said with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, the green pupils turned dangerous scarlet.
——At that moment, Sherlock seemed to be being targeted by a predator. His body was suddenly soaked in cold sweat, and he instinctively took a step back.
"...Dracula?"
He subconsciously uttered that weird word.
The next moment, Aiwass' whole body disintegrated into bats, and each pitch-black bat had scarlet eyes. They screamed and rushed towards Sherlock - Sherlock should have been able to remain calm, but since he saw
After seeing those scarlet pupils, he couldn't help but shudder. A strong sense of fear kept flooding into his heart, and he felt that his brain had become numb because of it.
The bat that came towards him made his legs weak and he almost fell to the ground.
At this moment, a hand appeared from behind him and supported Sherlock's body. Then he gently tapped Sherlock's shoulder from above to help him stand firm.
"Stand still, Detective."
The voice suddenly changed back to male—to Aiwass's voice: "That's just a [fearful stare]."
It's just that compared to Aiwas' usual gentle, polite and clear tone, he has become deeper and more magnetic, with an unconcealable arrogance and a touch of madness.
Sherlock instantly resonates with the road.
Dark blue flames overflowed from his pupils for a moment, and he calmed down instantly.
But even so, the fine sweat on his head could not subside instantly.
There was still fear in Sherlock's eyes that had not completely subsided. When he turned around, he found that the bats had gathered together again. It was no longer the beautiful girl just now, but the usual blond-haired Aiwass.
At this moment, Aiwass had walked to the window. With his back to Sherlock, he stood in front of the window wrapped in red window paper and shining with scarlet moonlight.
Aiwass turned his head slightly - when he looked back, his pupils were not the azure blue of the past, but the same dangerous scarlet.
He smiled, and a pair of fangs flashed on his lips.
"...Child of the Moon?"
Sherlock racked his brains and finally thought of this race that was just a legend in Avalon.
He was a little nervous: "Have you been transformed into a child of the moon?"
His first reaction was, if the minister became a child of the moon, would the entire Round Table Hall eventually be infected?
"How is it possible? I don't have the adaptability to the path of love."
Aiwass smiled and made a calm and low voice: "The novel is just a novel. The children of the Moon in reality are not like the vampires in the novel. They can increase their companions by just sucking blood."
This time Sherlock got confirmation - Aiwass in this form does have a deeper voice than usual.
"Your way of thinking has changed, do you realize it?"
Sherlock couldn't help but walked over and reminded him.
But at the next moment, his collar was suddenly picked up by Aiwass.
"Of course I know."
Aiwass, in the form of the Son of the Moon, carried little Sherlock and looked at him closely for a while with squinted eyes. Feeling the desire surging in his body like a tidal wave, he said softly: "I actually have the urge to suck blood... This form gives
It's quite complete. And I should be able to really suck blood, but I haven't learned the Moon Child spell directly.
"...Ha, let's experience it carefully. This kind of impulse is nothing more than that. Those children of the moon are really useless. They can't even suppress this level of instinct."
He put Sherlock down gently, then raised his right hand and put it in front of his eyes.
His right hand turned into a scarlet dagger in the blink of an eye. It was as smooth as a mirror and could even reflect Aiwass's happy face.
Immediately, the dagger turned into his right hand again. He shook hands and confirmed the strong vitality and thick blood flowing out from the depths of the body.
——Aside from breaking into pieces when touched and being unable to be harmed... I am basically getting a free part-time job as a third-level Moon Child.
The twin mirror is so generous.
Let's worship tomorrow.
Having said that…
"It's almost time to change back."
Aiwass clicked his tongue and picked up the mirror. He had no nostalgia for the power of the Moon Child.
——What is fake is fake, he can see it clearly.
But even if this form is fake... its power is real. What it can do is also real.
Just like Aiwass himself.
Regardless of whether he is true or false, he is still alive here. He can change the fate of many people, along with himself, and the fate of the world——
This is enough.
"——Thank you, twin mirror."
Aiwass picked up the small mirror and thanked him softly again.
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