201. Uninvited Guest
“Did I really teach you this magic?”
The dark mage stuck out his tongue in admiration when he showed some of the magic he had created in the future.
We, who had only been drinking coffee, were sipping wine with our hands outstretched before we knew it.
Her drunken appearance made her feel at ease because I saw a glimpse of a side I knew, even though she was different.
It was regrettable that I couldn’t drink even if I had alcohol when I was a ghost.
“Wow, I’m really good at it.”
Anyway, the fact that I could see the puny figure I knew infrequently made me miss the original Dark Spirit.
“Most warlocks know you. I heard that Dante also tried to recruit you separately, but failed.”
“Yes. There’s no way you wouldn’t call me.”
You say you like it. During this period, perhaps because it was a time when I was alone in the lab, my need for recognition was definitely different.
I was looking at the dark mage who was tipping a glass saying that he was in a good mood, and eventually asked the same question again.
“So why are you learning the necromancy so hard?”
“Ah.”
It was the dark mage who said he had forgotten. This time, he solves it without much hesitation, whether it was because he had drunk a little or if he remembered.
“The story of a child who wanted Remegeton. Have you ever heard of it?”
“Yes.”
I wish to see my lost mother again. The story of a girl who was given Remegeton by the archdemon Learic.
“Similar to that. My parents died when I was very young.”
“… ….”
Challang.
The dark mage’s goblet shakes slightly.
The emotions reflected in her eyes were of a different kind than longing.
“I said you would always be with me. Don’t worry, I’ll always be with you even if I die.”
“… ….”
“I was curious about that at first. Are the spirits of my parents really with me?”
Only the beginning of the girl who started walking on the path of a necromancer was tragic and trivial.
“And then she learned her story about Leme Geton. There was a child just like me.”
In an instant, a question popped up. The Dark Spirit was acting as if she was treating others, but she was the descendant of that girl, and the Dark Spirit was.
‘Doesn’t she know at this time?’
Thinking that might be the case, I put my hand on her chin and focused on her story again.
“So she started learning necromancy while searching for Lemegeton?”
A slight blush appeared on her face, visible through her translucent black fabric.
“But you know what’s funny?”
“What is it?”
The Dark Spirit with a self-deprecating smile replied calmly.
“I forgot, until recently.”
“… ….”
“I did. That’s right, I learned necromancy to see my parents. How funny.”
However, despite her words, she didn’t feel much emotional agitation.
When she ran hard, she often forgot which direction she was running.
She decided to make money for her family, but before she knew it, the story that money became the subject of her life was practically a cliché.
“The more I learn, the more I thought that I couldn’t see my parents because I was still lacking.”
“… ….”
“Suddenly, I didn’t even care about that. It was fun just learning the necromancy itself. Like inhaling drugs.”
“Yes.”
As she kept listening to her story, it felt like she was giving her confession.
I wonder if that was the same for the Dark Mage. She stealthily rolls up her arms, revealing her white cuffs.
There were scars and traces of needles from several rooms.
“The blood of the child who wanted Remegeton from the great demon Learic is actually running inside me.”
“I know. You are the child’s descendant.”
“Hehe, did you explain the future me that way?”
Drunk, she shook her head and replied.
“The kid never got married, and she never had kids,”
“…… ?”
I wanted to say something, but the dark spirit eased her words.
“When I found the child’s body, she was wandering around her body, weeping, how grievous she was. The obsession with her life must have been so strong that even after hundreds of years, her corpse was in an incorruptible state because of the child’s spirit.”
Before entering the dream war.
I remembered talking to the dark mage about it. I remember her expression being quite dark when she said that she was not a descendant of the child who wanted Leme Geton.
“She tried to make the demonized child mine, but failed. She was so strong that I had no choice but to annihilate her.”
“Then.”
The gaze that stayed on the glass slowly moved to me.
“That’s right, the girl’s blood was all transplanted into me. I think it took about a year.”
The words didn’t come out well.
It was to the point where I felt uncomfortable about how far my obsession with necromancy had spread.
“Why did you do that?”
The reason why the dark spirit, not even her corpse doctor, dared to inject the girl’s blood into her own body.
She laughs, saying it’s obvious.
“Because I don’t know how Leme Geton recognizes her master. She was the cornerstone of what she was going to get later on.”
The words didn’t come out right.
She finally understood why the Dark Spirit wanted to hide her past so much.
“How is it? Are you disgusted with me?”
There were enemies who had shouted many times that the woman called the Dark Spirit was even uglier than I knew.
She didn’t get a clear explanation at the time, but she got to hear the story directly from her person…….
“Her gaze was different.”
She clearly felt that the Dark Spirit had walked a path completely opposite to the path I was walking.
“I feel sorry for the future me.”
She says so, but she drinks her drink as if she is cool inside.
Then, as if fortunately, he glanced in my direction.
“Are you glad though?”
“… ….”
“You noticed.”
A moment of silence.
The corner of the dark mage’s eyes, which had been looking at me quietly until just now, is starting to sharpen as if it had been sharpened by a whetstone.
We slowly began to reach for the staffs we had set down next to each other.
The two men’s mana was slowly but surely warming up, like boiling water, to shoot at each other.
Kwajik!
The restaurant door is broken and Hanso rolls in along with the debris. The golden shield he handed over had been split in half within a day, and he held tightly to Meng Tian Wu Feng, saying he would protect it.
The gazes of the Dark Spirit and mine are directed toward the entrance at the same time.
Like the western gunfighters who just tried to pull their revolvers at each other won’t stand in the way.
The muzzle named Cane was pointed towards the entrance.
There stood a woman who brought in the bodies of six people.
“Loanes?”
The smallest corpse among them.
My eyes went the most to Luanes, who had all the shiny blonde hair pulled out.
As Heralhazard, he drove the kingdom of Griffin to the brink of destruction. Afterwards, a boy who created an organization called Dante and tried to save the continent with black magic.
The moment I saw his corpse, there was a slight agitation, but there was no change in his expression.
Remembering the mule in Room 109, who committed suicide to see me later, now I have questions about whether this mansion called The Nightmare Hall actually exists.
“Joe, be careful! Those women’s corpses are not normal!”
Hanso hurriedly straightens his body and returns to his posture.
However, the Dark Spirit spat out a question.
“What are you doing? Everyone didn’t even come out of their private rooms, so they were all killed by that woman?”
A corpse doctor giggling and letting out a creepy laugh. But when I saw Mule’s corpse, I almost expected it.
“The body was sent.”
After all, dead bodies are not bound by rules.
-24. When a guest dies, the room the guest is staying in opens. Until then, entry is prohibited even if the owner of the room permits it.
This means that the corpse was simply defined as an object.
How she had broken into her room and killed all the other guests was easily dispelled.
“Hee, hee hee. There are so many good quality corpses. This really looks like paradise!”
As the woman smiles and looks around us all the time, her expression suddenly hardens.
And then.
“Six.”
Count the number of corpses you are dealing with.
The thin fingers of a woman with impressive stitched scars point to Hanso.
“Seven.”
And then, the Dark Mage.
“Eight.”
Next, me.
“Nine.”
Then he counts himself.
“Heat.”
Last.
“Stupid hulking.”
Even Zortu, who had already become the prey of the 4th floor.
“Eleven.”
A haughty silence lingers.
Asks the necromancer, scratching her chin with her finger, pointed at each one.
“There are ten rooms.”
From No. 101 To No. 110.
A total of 10 guests were invited to this place, but the number of people was 11 when we counted.
“Huh?”
Surprised, Hanso also counted the numbers himself, and took a step back in a sense of resentment.
“Rule 2, 27. Is there an uninvited guest here?”
-27. There are 110 guest rooms. There is no 111. If you find Room 111 and there are people staying there, kill them immediately. This is an uninvited guest.
“Who, who!”
Embarrassed, Hanso hurriedly pulls back and starts to check us.
That’s why I didn’t tell you.
If I told you earlier, the teammates who barely got together would soon disintegrate.
The dark mage who met my eyes.
At the gaze asking for something while shrugging my shoulders, I opened my mouth.
“As I listed the rules, there were several questions.”
There are indeed many rules in the War of Dreams. Although they looked flimsy, they had absoluteness on one side.
The vaguely written rules seemed to urge me to do something with them. He acted as if he would be the key to the mystery.
Well, actually.
The rules of the Nightmare War were the key to solving the case this time around.
“I, Deus Verdi, are staying in Room 110.”
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It was the time when I came from the future the most.
“Room 109 was occupied by Mule.”
My next time slot was Mule.
“There is a corpse master living in Room 108.”
I saw him crawling to Room 108 after being beaten by Jortu.
“In Room 107, the deceased Jortu lived.”
“What does that matter?”
Hanso was hesitant and asked, but I was calm and remembered the first meeting between Jortu and Hanso.
“Jortu looked at Musin Hanso and said he was an old middle-aged man.”
– The Hanso I know is a middle-aged man who is quite old, right?
In Zortu’s time frame, Hanso must have been middle-aged.
“If you count the number 107, Hanso living in the era of Jortu, forty-nine.”
“… ….”
Hanso opens his mouth in bewilderment as he sees that he knows the age of each room with his own age.
Still, the conversation seemed to be following along.
“In my era, number 110, Hanso closed his eyes at the age of 85.”
“Ehh?!”
Hanso’s reaction when he learned of his death was quite interesting, but that wasn’t the point.
“In the end, it can be seen that there is a gap of about 36 years between issues 107 and 110.”
Considering that the age of middle age refers to the age of 40 to 49, even if there is an error, it will not be large.
“Do you have any questions here?”
As I quietly looked towards the Dark Spirit, she was rather pleasantly listening to my story.
“The dark magician I know is 30 years old no matter how many times he catches it. However, there is at least a 36-year age difference between Jortu, the 107th, and I.”
Hanso seemed daunted to catch up, but the corpseman’s eyes flashed as if he had found the answer.
I don’t know the exact age of my era, but I know that the dark mage is the same age as me or a year or two older.
A year has passed and I am 29 years old.
But the age of the dark mage in front of me now is 18 years old.
“No. 107 Zortu.”
I like it.
“Room 108 Corpse Doctor.”
Like a judge handing down a sentence.
“No. 109 Mule.”
Smash the judge’s baton.
“No. 110 Deus Verdi.”
Present judgment.
“According to the 11th rule of Dreams.”
-11. The higher the room number, the more guests are coming from behind the times.
The uninvited guest who came to this mansion.
“If you were truly an invited guest, you should have four rooms between rooms 107 and 110.”
It’s you, the 18-year-old Dark Magician.
Oh no….
Suddenly math, what a jumpscare 🤣🤨