196. Rules of the Nightmare
“Hmm?”
Looking at it up close, I felt a bit younger than I knew, but the woman in front of her was definitely a dark wizard. She started with her reaction when her name was called and her outfit was the same.
The dark spirit in front of her had short hair that reached her shoulders, and her youth was felt in the translucent cloth.
“Do you know me?”
In addition, the way he treated them was quite sharp. Her tone is much colder than when she first met the Dark Spirit.
Even the way he speaks is raw, not honorific.
Her warlike pressure was emanating from her that she would get rid of it immediately if it offended her in the slightest.
It seemed like he knew why the woman who had her hand sewn up ran away at the sound of the Dark Spirit’s footsteps.
“Yes, I know.”
“Hmm?”
Judging from the fact that she is still alive, she is probably the former Dark Spirit. I don’t know for sure if the timeline connections are twisted or if Learic is playing something else.
Anyway, I could tell that the demon named Learic was running the mansion in a rather vicious way.
“Since you’re the same necromancer, I’m asking just in case. Do you know what Lemegeton is?”
“… ….”
“Is it faster to ask for a ghost stone?”
I see.
Did the Dark Spirit come all the way here to find Lemegeton?
Although she seemed to understand the flow itself, she could even notice the ending of the woman in front of her.
‘It failed.’
The dark mage eventually fails and is banished from the dream war.
Before I went into the general store, the girl who lived in the dark spirit replied that she didn’t know much about arch devils.
Also, during the battle with Magan, it was the first time I heard about the relationship between the archdemon called Learic and Remegeton.
She slowly turns around to check one of the rules before the dream again.
-5. You can stay in the Nightmare War for a total of five days, and if you exceed that, you will be forced to leave.
-8. Five days later, if you are kicked out of the nightmare, you lose all memories of what happened here.
‘If that rule is correct, then the dark mage with me must have lost his memory.’
It is estimated that she may have lost her memory after five days have passed.
“Hey?”
The dark wizard who calls me.
She slightly turns her head, her arms crossed, revealing her displeasure.
She said, “If you ignore her just one more time, she’ll think she’s speechless and she’ll cut out your tongue.”
“… ….”
I don’t know how young he was, but he’s quite aggressive.
I looked at her silently and shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
Actually, I was a bit worried.
If I tell you our story, will her future change?
If she changes, how will she change and if that happens, will I be able to survive?
In many ways, I needed to be careful with my words.
Anyway, even though she’s tick-tick, she was the teacher who taught me the necromantic arts.
But if.
Really if.
‘If I tell you not to come to the academy.’
Even if the Dark Spirit met Gideon while alive, she did not come to Lovern Academy.
What if I never met the girl who used to be an angel?
Then could the Dark Spirit still be alive?
I had many concerns.
Starting from my belief in distinguishing between the dead and the living right now, to my personal regret for the Dark Spirit.
It seemed difficult to give an answer right away.
“Well, it won’t be that easy. By the way, the people of the kingdom?”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head at my answer and looked around, then shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s amazing. I thought all the necromancers in the kingdom would be hiding like me, but he’s so confident.”
“… ….”
“Besides, you are a noble, right? Because of you alone, the entire family could be put to death.”
If here.
What kind of change would happen if I unraveled future information?
Can she accept that?
‘Perhaps special sanctions will come down from the mansion.’
Looking at the rules of Dream Demon, there seem to be quite a few things that are still unknown, and among them, there must be a story about each timeline.
It’s a bit risky though.
I needed to try it out.
“I am a necromancer recognized by the king.”
“…… What?”
“I was called a memorial priest and was allowed to act as a warlock in the kingdom.”
“Are you from the future?”
She listened to that and quietly looked around. I was wondering if something might happen.
“Don’t worry. There are a lot of people here from the future and a lot of people from the past.”
“… ….”
“Even if I tell you something, the mansion doesn’t really care. By the way, I never thought the day would come when Griffin accepted warlocks. What future is it?”
So flimsy?
As many possibilities were erased from within me, I continued to talk with the Dark Mage.
“Looking at it earlier, I think I know it too. How am I living?”
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“… ….”
“Does coming out of the lab mean that I have succeeded?”
The dark mage asked me with a slightly excited face. Through the translucent fabric she felt her overflowing emotions.
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm?”
“I have only heard about you, but I do not know the personal part.”
“Ha ha, is that so?”
Even though it’s regrettable, the dark mage easily accepts it, saying that it’s not too strange.
Then, she suggested with a chin.
“Well, you seem to know a lot of information that I don’t. It looks useful, so I’ll give you a special guide about the mansion.”
“Yes.”
For now, it seemed necessary to go around with the Dark Spirit and understand more about this place.
Instead of going to the hallway to her left, where the woman with her hand stitched up had run away, head to the opposite hallway to the right, and at the end of it was a door leading to a restaurant.
Splendid utensils and luxurious food suitable for a mansion.
“If you feel hungry, just eat.”
“First, listen to the explanation.”
I don’t touch food if possible, just in case. The Dark Spirit sits down with her cup of coffee pre-boiled in a silver drip pot.
“Well, what to do is the same for all the people called here. All you have to do is find the lost rules of the Nightmare War.”
“Rule number nine.”
-9. The rules for the Nightmare War are written all over the mansion. If you find it, there is a prize.
The Dark Spirit nodded his head with a calm smile at the rule that immediately came to mind.
“Right. If you find the rules, you can win prizes. The biggest prize among them is an escape from this place.”
“Escape…… I know she’ll be kicked out anyway in five days.”
In response to my answer, the dark mage answered while sipping coffee.
“You lose all your memories. In short, it means that you will lose everything you gained here.”
Click.
As she puts her coffee cup down, her eyes cross her legs and her eyes pierce me.
“You can think of it as a kind of dungeon. You can get a lot of treasure, but if you can’t escape, it’s all bullsh*t.”
Sure.
The dark mage took something out of his bosom. It was a note written on purple, quite luxurious paper.
“The rules are written in many different ways. There are also written notes like this.”
The fingertips of the dark mage who put the note down on the table this time point to the burnt-out fireplace on one side of the dining room.
The mana that flowed through her fingers started a fire there.
Soon after, the flames of the fireplace spread into the air and formed letters.
-21. Meals are replenished daily. Please feel free to eat to your heart’s content.
The 21st rule of
Demon War is disturbed and disappears.
“You can find out in this unique way.”
“Hmm.”
“I don’t know how many there are, but if you find the last rule, you can escape the nightmare.”
At this point, I have a question.
“What did you get out of figuring out these rules?”
Isn’t she a dark spirit who has already figured out the two rules? She thought maybe she had won such a great reward that she wanted to escape.
The Dark Spirit, who clenched her chin with an enchanting smile, answered teasingly.
“I don’t trust you that much yet. Especially since the necromancers are all shady except for me. You haven’t forgotten rule number 6, have you?”
-6. Fighting inside the Nightmare is not recommended.
This meant that it was not recommended, but that it was not subject to sanctions or discouraged.
Do you keep your mouth shut because someone else might attack and steal the reward you got from finding the rules?
Unlike the dark mage I know, he was wise.
“Well, first of all, I roughly told you everything I know. Any more questions?”
The Dark Spirit pours coffee into the coffee cup and asks. It seemed that he wanted to stop the conversation, so I thought about it for a while and then said something that looked like something I needed to check.
“How did you come here?”
I came here through the general store, but I’m not sure if Learic has a general store in her time zone.
I wanted to meet Learic separately.
“Sorry.”
She said she knew how to ask that, and the Dark Spirit pointed to the note she had just placed on her table with her chin.
She unfolded it with subtle doubts.
-13. You must not explain to the other guests how you came to the Nightmare.
“After.”
I thought there were so many rules. The dark mage turned his gaze to another place as if he would not talk any more.
Looking into the sky, he looked like he was contemplating something, so I tried to move away quietly.
Before closing the door to her restaurant one last time, she asked her one more personal question.
“How old are you now?”
I don’t know the age of the dark spirit who used to be a soul, but I know that she is about the same age as me.
“18 Years old.”
Somehow.
I could understand why she was so aggressive and her tone frivolous.
I thought it might be the same time as the dark history for the current dark mage.
‘First, I’ll have to go to Room 110, which was said to be my room.’
She puts her thoughts on the Dark Spirit aside for a while and closes her restaurant.
There might be some other information there.
I didn’t want to be swayed by a mansion like Learic’s playground, but it seemed better to be careful.
‘I can’t predict what will happen.’
It was like walking through a minefield. Before I knew it, I wondered if I would be harmed by touching the evil of this mansion.
Head back toward the entrance and head into the corridor on the left where the woman who sewed her hand ran.
There, signs for rooms were written starting with room 101, and room 110 was the last.
There was nothing special about the interior of Room 110. There is only basic furniture such as a bed and a table.
Of course, all of them were high-end items, but there was nothing special about them anyway.
But, just one.
Only a single purple letter lies on the bed.
It was a letter with the rules of the Nightmare War that the Dark Magician showed me just now.
Although again feeling uncomfortable, I slowly reached out and opened it.
-20. Even if you don’t know the rules of Nightmare, the rules apply.
It was a phrase that seemed obvious, but it was rather creepy in this situation.
As I just said, it was kind of like walking through a minefield.
Because I can break the hidden rules without even knowing it.
It was a place where coercive violence, saying that not knowing is wrong, was applied.
‘Are you going to give each room one rule?’
So that would mean that each guest knows at least one rule.
At that moment, the space in front of my eyes starts to shimmer and something pops out.
They said there is a reward for finding the rules, so I thought maybe that was it.
It was a familiar yet foreign object that wrapped around my hand as if it were falling off.
“This.”
Already broken, in fact a trace of the devil’s wicked tricks.
Black Jewel.
It was Remegeton, also known as the Spirit Stone.
What’s the penalty for breaking a rule 🧐