There’s a voice calling in the dark (3)
Beep boop boop-boop!
Someone said that the dawn before the sun rises is the darkest.
And now in the city of Moshiam there were two men walking through a heavy fog in the darkest hour.
With a very frivolous sound.
“How long do I have to pull this?”
“Until we find it.”
“When are you looking for it?”
“Until you see it, right?”
“…….”
Small blood vessels were already appearing on Vlad’s forehead as he constantly pulled on the handle.
It looked like an ordinary fumigator, but it was so incredibly stiff that it was difficult to hold it for long, even with Vlad’s grip strength.
“Anyway, we need to find it quickly. “Our situation right now is very suspicious.”
“I agree.”
As Vlad said, the two of them were dressed so suspiciously that they wouldn’t dare make excuses if they were caught by the guards.
Nibelun wearing a strange-looking crow mask and Vlad covering his mouth with a mask.
Anyone who saw them now would be startled, but they both had their own reasons for dressing up like this.
“I’ll say it again, you must not take off your mask. “What’s in the fumigator is poisonous weed.”
“I said I understood.”
A sharp warning came to Vlad, who was trying to take off his mask.
In order to burn a lie, something more vicious is needed.
The fumigator that burned the false fog was filled with poisonous herb powder specially made by Nibelun.
‘Damn you cat.’
I was swearing inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to let it out.
In an unfamiliar situation like now, even Vlad needed a guide.
And the wizard Nibelun was also a person with sufficient ability to guide.
“wait a minute.”
“I found it?”
Vlad could not hide his joy when Nibelun told him to stop for a moment.
I couldn’t say it out of pride as a knight, but pulling the strangely stiff fumigator was a difficult task even for Vlad.
“……yes. “I think I found it.”
Nibelun looked down at his palm with nervous eyes.
A small stuffed toy dancing on the palm of your hand.
The person who made it was not very dexterous, so the eyes made of buttons were shaking, but the dancing movements made it look like it was alive.
“That way.”
“hmm.”
Where the dancing doll is pointing.
Vlad and Nibelun, leaning against the alley wall, looked at the direction pointed by the doll’s blunt fingertips.
“…I think I came to the right place.”
“That’s right.”
The outskirts of the city with not a single person in sight.
Where the two people were looking, there was a sign that was slowly creaking as it was shaken by the wind.
-St. Focus Cemetery-
Burning off the false fog, I followed the doll’s guidance to the cemetery in the city of Moshiam.
“Why aren’t you going in?”
“You’ve always taken the lead.”
“Now that we have found our destination. “Let’s take the lead.”
“…Now that I think about it, I think I hated cats.”
Vlad and Nibelun changed places while grumbling that dogs were the best.
The sound of dry swallowing was heard from the mouths of the two people looking at the graveyard without anyone saying anything first.
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The strange curse that spread to the children of Moshiam was accompanied by the following symptoms.
A deep sleep-like dream and a gradually decreasing body temperature.
And here, the young deacon who had just woken up was also experiencing the same symptoms.
“Are you cold? “Would you like me to bring you a blanket?”
“Hmm…. Yes.”
The paladins around him made bitter expressions as they saw Jean shivering as soon as he woke up.
This Moshiam was full of parents who had lost their children, and the last images of their children as they spoke as if they were vomiting were exactly the same as Jean’s behavior now.
“Did you ever feel anything suspicious in your dream?”
Justia, who was holding Jean’s trembling shoulder, was trying her best to keep the boy from being scared, but she had already seen too much to do so.
Paladins surrounding the bed and people writing down everything they say.
No matter how stupid a child is, in a situation like this, he would have no choice but to notice that something is wrong.
“…That’s it.”
“Tell me.”
Justia’s voice was warm, but Jean’s lips were only purring.
Feeling anxious in an unfamiliar environment and people, the young deacon turned his gaze towards the familiar blonde hair.
Seeing the boy’s eyes as if seeking help, Vlad quietly walked to the bedside.
“Tell me. Deacon. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry.”
Vlad grabbed Jean’s shoulder, who was shaking with anxiety, and looked at the young deacon with straight eyes.
“look. “I haven’t let go of you yet, Deacon.”
A guide who has been with Andrea so far at her request.
Jean’s eyes, which had been shaken by Vlad’s words that said you were still under my control, were slowly calming down.
“I don’t know about your special energy, but…”
“Yes.”
“There was something I felt for sure.”
Not an ordinary child, but a deacon directly under Bishop Andrew.
A boy who had grown up in the arms of God for a long time was testifying.
“I definitely felt sacred within the bonfire I saw in my dream.”
“……yes?”
Both Justia, who was questioning Jean’s sudden answer, and Gunther, who was quietly crossing his arms behind him, stopped what they were doing.
A bonfire that was as warm and comfortable as a mother’s embrace.
The young deacon said he felt a divine energy within it.
“…Holy energy.”
“What the hell is this?”
A sacred energy mixed in an ominous dream.
While everyone was shaken by Jean’s completely unexpected answer, there was a man moving quickly alone.
“urg!”
“Thank you for your effort.”
Jean suddenly screamed as he felt a stinging sensation in the back of his head, but Vlad, who was actually hugging him, just stroked his head as if it was nothing.
“Don’t worry. “Now get some rest.”
“……yes.”
Seeing Jean scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, Vlad quickly covered him with a blanket.
Vlad was stroking the young deacon, and before he knew it, there were a few strands of damp hair in his fingertips.
It was Jean’s hair.
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“I’m sure that’s where the curse I cast is pointing to. “Let’s take the lead.”
“I said I understood.”
Jean’s hair was tied to the doll that was still dancing.
A plague doctor who pursues the sinister wizard Death.
The method Nibelun chose to understand the source of the curse transmitted through dreams was to place a curse on Jean himself.
“There is no time. “Dawn will come in a little while.”
“I know, too.”
Nibelun, who tied his thread at the end of an unknown dream, successfully completed his mission just as Vlad wanted.
And from now on, as Nibelun had just said, it was time for Vlad to take the lead.
‘I can’t call in support…’
The issue was not affiliation, but time.
The curse floating around the Mosia Rock was hidden in the fog and was floating around like a faint bubble.
It also meant that if it wasn’t right now, even the place we worked so hard to find would soon be useless.
“I can’t climb the wall?”
“Aren’t you a cat?”
“It’s not a cat, it’s a beastman.”
“…You’re being damned. really.”
Vlad quickly climbed up the wall of the cemetery, but Nibelun below was just standing still, blinking.
“Keuhi!”
“He’s a guy who takes a lot of effort.”
Vlad climbed over the wall, almost carrying Nibelun on his back, and as soon as he entered, he quickly looked around.
The atmosphere of the cemetery instantly calms down any irritation you just felt.
Beneath the thick fog were filled with the names of countless dead people.
‘The fog has gotten thicker.’
Even Nibelun, who was always distracted by the ever-increasing ominousness, was tense and pricking his ears.
I don’t know if it was my mood, but I felt like I could feel a small vibration beneath the ground I was standing on.
-There is a voice calling in the dark. When I turn my head towards that place…
I hear the sound of a spell coming to the two who were hiding between the tombstones and holding their breath.
No matter who heard it, the suspicious spell was coming from the deepest part of the graveyard.
“let’s go.”
“yes.”
The eyes of the knight who wanted to lift the curse and the wizard who wanted to see death lit up at the same time.
The doll’s dancing became more intense as it followed the orders being heard.
-I believe that if I am with you, I will not be deceived by those eyes watching in the dark.
“Three four?”
“From what I saw, there were four.”
A cemetery in the darkest dawn before dawn.
There was a magic circle that glowed faintly.
It was a magic circle drawn by unknown men roaming the land of the dead.
“We are completing the gin through orders. “I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to do.”
“Anyway, it’s better to stop it before it’s completed.”
As the faintly audible spell progressed, the magic circle drawn on the ground began to shine more and more.
As the magic circle shined, impatience began to settle in Vlad’s heart.
‘still!’
Still, the situation can only be resolved if you know the enemy and understand the situation.
Auguste’s teachings that cut through the darkness were showing Vlad the way.
There are four men wandering the graveyard.
Among them, there are two who are in the camp.
And an unidentified jar placed within the magic circle.
“Can you break that jar?”
“If only it were a jar.”
“good.”
At Vlad’s words, Nibelun takes out a slingshot from his backpack.
Seeing him prick his ears as if he had finished preparing, Vlad quietly closed his left eye.
‘Suppressing the momentum is spectacular.’
Taking a deep breath, a piece of advice from an old voice emerged in Vlad’s mind.
Vlad’s left eye, which was closed, had a golden light more brilliant than any other color.
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“……!”
“Who are you?”
A golden stem that doesn’t suit this place at all.
Vlad’s strike, which finally appeared, was so fast that the men did not dare to react.
“Oops!”
‘One b*stard!’
I cut down one of the two outside the camp.
He didn’t even notice Vlad coming.
“Stop it!”
“no! “Starting with the bishop!”
A man inside the camp can be seen urgently drawing his sword.
But it was late.
Bah!
‘two!’
The second man saw Vlad coming, but could not draw his sword.
He was dazzled by Vlad’s gorgeous colors.
“Protect the sacred relic!”
-Aaaah!
The man who seemed to be the leader of the group hurriedly pointed to the jar, but the suspicious jar belonged to Nibelun.
A sharp, unidentifiable sound rang out from the slingshot fired.
Clang-!
A jar broken with a sound that sounded like a woman crying.
The scent emanating from within was that of fresh herbs.
“Someone told me!”
Vlad cut down two of the four in an instant and even broke the suspicious jar.
Standing in front of the man who seemed to be the leader of the group, Vlad checked his face and smiled fiercely.
The man who could not hide his bewildered expression as he looked at the sword pointed at him was someone Vlad knew well.
“What’s going on here? Bishop Pierre!”
“Holy shit!”
Literally in the blink of an eye.
The only man who was not suppressed tried to approach, but Nibelun’s slingshot was already aimed at him.
“Did you spread a curse here!”
“I am a faithful servant of God and a bishop of the Holy See! “Do you think he would have done something like that?”
“Then why are you here!”
Broken jars and subdued men.
And even the triangular Jin gradually loses its shine.
Pierre became angry at Vlad for ruining everything he had planned.
“I’m here to lift the curse! “You idiot!”
“That…”
Can you believe it?
You are the one who sold false indulgences and put the blame on me.
Knock knock –
But Vlad couldn’t bring himself to say the words that had reached his lips.
“It’s all done now! “This is because of you!”
“…!”
A triangle that gradually loses its light under the darkest sky.
The vibrations felt from below grew louder and began to break Vlad’s balance.
“What on earth are you doing here!”
“Kwaaaak!”
A vibration so large that even Vlad’s voice was swallowed up.
However, there was someone’s scream that cut through even the vibrations.
“help me!”
The man at whom Nibelun’s slingshot was aimed.
He was now hanging in the air.
Attached to his toes was something that looked like a pile of unidentifiable tentacles.
“It is the tree of Qliphoth! “God’s will spoken backwards!”
A huge body that crawled out of the land of the dead.
The branches go to the ground and the roots go to the sky.
And leaves that eat darkness instead of light.
What finally appeared was a tree hanging upside down with all the laws of the world.
“Bishop-!”
Faaagh!
The man who was crying pitifully in the air was torn in half along the roots.
Internal organs were pouring out and falling onto the broken jar.
“What the hell is that…”
“I can’t even run away now!”
The land of the dead where only Vlad, Nibelun, and Pierre stand.
The triangular formation drawn beneath it only emits a faint light.
“If you want to survive, help! I need to finish the zine!”
“Vlad! Let’s hurry!Grandpa here is right!”
Nibelun, who understood the situation when Pierre shouted that he had to complete the line, hurriedly placed Vlad at one of the vertices of the triangle.
“So what!”
“Speed out the aura!”
Nibelun quickly went in to find the place of the broken jar.
Vlad standing in the place of the man he cut down.
“I mean, create your own world that you’ve been so proud of!”
And Pierre reciting a prayer.
Three people standing in front of a fallen tree.
-There is a voice calling in the dark, and even if I turn my head to that place…
the voice spoke.
There are only three ways to break the evil curse.
-I believe that if I am with you, I will not be deceived by the eyes that are watching me!
A knight with his own world.
A wizard who defies the rules of the world.
And an exorcist who wields the will of God.
The prayers chanted under the darkest sky echoed loudly through the Moshiam fog.
A triangular gin that shines with him.
It was an exorcism to drive out evil beings.
