Chapter 99 (1/2)

Notes: I got tired of waiting for another chapter of this series, so I decided to give it a go. Don't expect a professional TL, in fact I doing this in hopes the original TL resumes his works, if he doesn't I will make an effort to continue, don't get your hopes up, I'm probably going to give up sooner rather than later.

I also changed some of the names, like Lade instead of Lid, Mystic to Shaman and so on. Mostly because I think they fit better and because there's no official spelling yet, I believe.

Without further ado, here's chapter 99 of Mayojou.

That which lurks within

[Well, no other choice huh?, sorry but I’ll be reading your mind. First, why do you all know my name?]

[...]

The Shaman tied on the chair, was silently glaring at me full of hatred.

He was resolute to not leak any kind information, but there’s nothing he can do in front my ESP medal.

According to the Patriarch and Diane, it’s been a few years since he started working for the Patriarch’s wife and Diane’s mother, Shaela, at the garden of G.o.ds.

After hearing all this, it reminds me of baron Cobal the priest of Lelis city.

From the adventurers investigation, the priest and the baron were supposedly leading a bunch of dark beast cultists. So it was natural to a.s.sociate this Shaman with them.

Different from baron Cobal, it seems the Shaman still has his consciousness, so it may be possible to get a lot of information from him.

“Oracle... The king of the dark beasts... the oracle... must kill the man called Gio Margis...”

The king of the dark beasts?, this is going out of control. However, his consciousness is barely there. That Dark beast king, is it a proper name? Also, what is that thing he is calling like that?

[The dark beast king? Who’s that? Why does he want to kill me?]

The info I got from Lade’s reconnaissance report was that by the time they got to “G.o.d’s garden” the dark beasts were already occupying it and there was no one else apart from the Shaman.

“The dark beast king... he’s the one who will bring ruin to this world... Jio Margis is just an hindrance... ...■■■■...”

I get it but still, d.a.m.n no matter what I ask the answers are far from what I expected... The ESP medal transmit his consciousness directly into my brain, along with some unknown noise. Similar to baron Cobal who has already lost his mind by the time I read it.

[Is the dark beast king the one giving orders to all the cultist around the world? ah, can he influence someone else other than cultists?]

I asked as I grab and shake him by the shoulder.

His body was non responsive, and was swinging back and forth as I shaked him, also, his eyes were now blank.

“The king.... speaks directly into our hearts... ■■■…… no matter where... or whom... his hatred will... ■■...”

[What about the priestess of the War tribe, is he meddling with her already!? Is she the one spreading that I’m a dark beast and a focal point!?]

The noise inside the Shaman’s mind is increasing, his consciousness is suddenly drowning in that noise.

“……■■…□■■□■□■…… ■■■□■■■■■■□■……”

[Grr... are there others like the priest of the darkness G.o.d!? Where!?]

“■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■……”

No more information was being gathered by ESP medal, I was almost there... the regret was starting to pile up.

[Is this all?... no wait.]

Once again I pressed into the Shaman’s shoulder.

The ability of the ESP medal is telepathy.

Until I’ve been using it as kind of receptor, in other words, I’ve only been using it to read one’s consciousness.

There’s wasn’t a rule in D&B regarding how to use such ability... Still, the real thrill in TRPG is to figure out how to use spells and items.

“Hey!! Shaman! come to your senses now!”

I held out the ESP medal, and anxiously sent my own words into his mind...

“……□■□■… ah... garr...”

“If you are still human help us one last time! The other cultists, where are they and what are they doing!?”

I don’t know if any of his consciousness still remains.

There was no more words to be said, he was desperately calling to his heart, that was like a well filled with pitch black hatred.

It wasn’t words, but an image that was conveyed.

[aaaAAAARRGGG!!]

[Wonderful! just wonderful! a new focal is now created!]

[Shaela-sama, it seems all the malice from the Ogre figure has been cleared]

I saw it, below Lelis city was an altar made of the remains of dark beasts and humans, in front of it was the image of a beautiful woman and the Shaman speaking to each other.

In a highway unbeknownst to anyone, was the image of a lone Shaman walking.