Chapter 212: Will-O-Wisp (2/2)

The outcome of the fight wasn't the outcome that Yman expected initially. The guardian bird was defeated by his scout bee.

After it defeated the guardian bird, the ordinary bees hoarded around the golden scout bee once again.

Seeing the ordinary bees playfully flying around the golden scout bee while their wings buzzing everywhere, Yman believed that they were looking at the golden scout bee as their protector, or perhaps their king.

But the real reason that made Yman very curious about the weird scout bee was the weird fluctuations of magic energy inside it.

”It seemed like a drifting soul was sheltering inside it,” he mumbled.

He suddenly heard Sistela's words.

”A wisp?”

”Do you mean….. it possessed the scout bee?”

Upon hearing Sistela's words, Yman didn't know what to believe. But, at the moment, it was the most realistic explanation they had about the current situation.

After killing the guardian bird, the bees landed on top of the mug-like stone. But it was covered by black threads.

The golden scout was about to attack, but Yman immediately interfered by trying to transmit into it.

Weirdly enough, he heard a shouting noise in his head after trying to transmit his consciousness into it.

”W-who are you?” Said the voice. This made Yman to be taken aback for a little.

It was unexpected to find out that the entity sheltering inside it was able to make a conversation with him.

Said Sistela.

Looks like Sistela noticed his silence that's why she pointed it out.

”Yeah, could it be, a wisp is an entity similar to fairies or sprites?”

Yman asked her.

Sistela said sorry for being not helpful.

'No, don't mind it. Even I have no idea about it. Although it isn't the first time I heard the name (Wisp), I don't have any idea about it, in the first place,' Yman said through thought communication.

Regardless, he needed to reply to the Wisp. He walked out from the big chunk of rock.

”My name is Crimson, the owner of that doll you are possessing,” Yman replied to the Wisp.

Upon hearing his voice, the bees warily stared at him.

”Crimson? And the doll? Do you mean this mass of magical energy?”

The Wisp asked him while trying to struggle from his transmission.

Sistela repeated.

'It meant the fire doll,' Yman replied to Sistela.

”Yes, that mass of magical energy was made by me. Will you tell me why you have chosen to possess it?” He asked.

”No, I didn't choose to possess it. On the contrary, it chose me to possess it,” replied the Wisp.

The Wisp's reply further puzzled him. He wondered what the Wisp meant by it.

His scout bee was the one who chose the Wisp to possess it?

Unbelievable!

Yman frowned. ”Can you tell me what you mean by your words that it chose you to possess it?”

Yman repeated the Wisp's words in a question.