Chapter 228 - Warning (2) (1/2)

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 228. Warning (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Sorcerers believed they could gain spiritual power by eating a heart.

Morga disliked this method. Eating an animal’s heart made him sick to his stomach, and spells cast this way were filled with negative spiritual power. But even the Tomari could gain power this way, and he had no choice. There was no other way to quickly cast a powerful spell.

“……”

Morga looked down at the dish before him with abhorrence. The red heart of a black cow was on the dish, seasoned as he had requested with various spices. But no matter how many spices were used, it was still the heart of a cow. It couldn’t even be cooked. It had to be eaten raw.

After looking at it for a long time, Morga picked up a knife and fork. He couldn’t just bite into the thing, so he cut it apart and tried to distract himself as he chewed the pieces, one bite at a time.

Two miracles had occurred. The first was the conception of a baby in a body that should have been infertile. The second was the survival of that baby after repeated and prolonged use of abortifacients.

No further miracles should be expected. Morga knew that there could be no mistakes. He had to do everything within his power.

Once the cow’s heart was gone, he let out a deep sigh and went to sit inside the magic pattern he had already drawn, facing forward.

Before him sat dozens of Kurkans.

In the darkness, their eyes glowed, eager to finally begin. They were terrifying.

Black smoke billowed as he poured his spiritual power into the magic pattern. The smoke rolled outward toward the Kurkans and sank into their bodies. Morga wiped the corners of his bloodstained mouth with a handkerchief before he spoke.

“It will work until the morning sun rises.”

Genin, positioned at the front of the Kurkans, nodded.

“That’s enough.”

The spell would hide the Kurkans from the eyes of the Queen. Once they were sure the preparations were complete, Haban went to find Ishakan.

“Ishakan!”

Their King was leaning against a wall and smoking a cigar, but his eyes glowed bright gold in spite of the tobacco. He did not need to speak. No commands were needed. When the time was right, he nodded and tossed away the last of his cigarettes.

The Kurkans knew what their King wanted. Inhuman beings began to move in the darkness of the night.