Chapter 99 (2/2)

The image of a young Shaman, looking up to a sparkling white temple.

“YOU    are     you    Margils?”

[aaAAAAHH!?]

[Gio!?]

[What happened!?]

It seems that I peeked into a fragment of the Shaman’s memories.

I saw an enormous temple, and then a voice suddenly pierce into my consciousness.

It wasn’t the Shaman.

It was a “voice”, overwhelmingly full of hatred.

Shocked and terrified I screamed as I fell on my back. The ESP medal resounded after colliding with the floor.

Astonished, Claura and Leiha hurried to my side, they held me as I was trembling with fear and sweating cold.

[HAaa...]

The effects of the ESP medal ran out and the link to the Shaman’s consciousness was severed.

I can’t also hear that “voice” anymore but... that’s obviously a being far removed of the norm. Probably that’s the king of the dark beasts.

[He's sweating so much... what happened?]

[Hold on my lord! ...]

Claura was composedly wiping my sweat, while Leiha looked worried.

Meanwhile, before I knew it, Rade had readied his great sword, and was looking at the Shaman who was convulsing while still tied to the chair.

[Lade, he’s...]

[Step back]

[arg ah arggggg]

If he keeps convulsing so violently, he could break off the ropes tying him...

Violently going back and forth, his head started to swell, like a CG, and then burst open...

[Pum]

It sounded as if a tire just burst open.

At that moment, fragments of the Shaman’s head scattered all over the place, a big lump stuck morbidly on the ceiling.

[AHH!]

Claura was petrified in place while still holding me, Leiha drawed her dagger and stood in front of us  to protect us.

[grr]

Meanwhile Lade, raised his voice even if the thing in front of him seemed like a fly, he simply lifted his sword, and with the tip he stabbed the lump stuck on the ceiling.

[W-what the h.e.l.l is that?]

[Crick crick]

The lump, st.i.tched to the ceiling with the sword was wriggling.

If one paid attention, that eerie creature (?) more than a pink lump of meat looked like a spider or a jellyfish maybe.

Its size is one third of the size of the head of the Shaman.

[T-that thing... was lurking inside his head? ...]

[Uhm...]

More than anyone else, Leiha was mumbling dumbfounded after observing the creature.

Claura, after enduring for several seconds the sight of the creature, she finally put her face on my shoulder.

In spite of that, she is a brave women who won’t budge an inch in front of a dark beast. On the other hand, Leihas’s ability to tolerate such grotesque scene is praiseworthy. If possible, I would also like to look away.

“Interrogate the enemy’s leaders which are now prisoners” In that situation normally the prisoners got themselves killed or just commit suicide to prevent any leak, or so I expected. Thus I hurried with the interrogation... but this was excessively cruel...

[It’s the first time I see something like this, the possessed person was actually used to getting across his point...]

Lade is mumbling bitterly.

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