115 – As Rasputin Enchanted
When Odilia glared at the man with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, the man shrugged her shoulders once as if there was something wrong with her.
“As you can see, it’s a hammer to judge witches. Don’t you know?”
With the man’s words, the book in her hand opened by itself. Then the pages moved like crazy, as if they were blown away by a gale. It was as if an invisible entity was quickly searching for some text, so the Archwitch had no choice but to throw the book onto the table without realizing it.
However, the book did not bounce or cover, and the pages turned over on the table as they had unfolded in the archwitch’s hand, and eventually stopped moving when it reached the blank page.
Blank paper is nothing but a preparation process for something to be written.
The white, translucent page began to fill with black ink wriggling, and the shape was a Latin sentence roughly scrawled with a quill.
The Archwitch read the words without realizing it.
“In the name of God…”
A white light emanated from the book.
Infinitely similar to sunlight. However, rather than being warm, the light with infinitely maddening heat formed the shape of a cross for a while and then dispersed like fog. The scattered light stuck to the wall of the cafe and created a barrier.
And when the barrier was created, the appearance of the cafe suddenly began to change.
The customers who existed a little while ago crumbled into pieces and became bugs that clung to the ceiling of the cafe.
Employees became faceless mannequins.
The bright and glamorous atmosphere of the cafe was gloomy and humid, as if it were in an abandoned house, and there were stains all over the neat and tidy cafe.
The fragrant aroma of coffee became the smell of mold stinging the nose, and the window that could see the outside scenery was coated with something black and turned into a mirror.
Den.
The cafe has become a secret room.
A closed room where no one can enter and no one can leave.
“Maleficos non patieris vivere.”
The man picked up the book like a priest and said.
It’s like a pastor giving a sermon.
Truly sincere, and truly trustworthy.
I couldn’t stand the believers listening to the sermon shouting along to the sermon.
[God speaks! ]
[ You said do not let Maleficus live! ]
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The mannequin exclaimed.
The mannequin stretched out one hand upward as if it were alive, and drew a picture of a bug on his empty face, making ears and mouths and screaming. Every time the mannequin screamed, the insects attached to its mouth moved and changed shape, and the bizarre voice created by the sound of the insects flapping their wings resonated throughout the cafe.
“What is Maleficus!”
[They are the beings who scorn God! ]
[They are with idols, offer sacrifices to idols, and worship idols! ]
A long shadow cast on the wall spoke.
The shadow that spread from the light of the lighting that seemed to be turned off at any moment as its root moved my formless body around, made mouths and ears, and was shaking and talking.
Words you hear with your soul, not your ears.
The gloomy and subdued will, conveyed through the medium of the shadow, clearly reached the man and the Archwitch.
“To lead people into spiritual ignoranceRuler. An idolater who distances himself from God. A terrible person who stains everyone with sin. A person whose secret is evil, who leads people into evil and sprinkles evil on the way to make everyone unhappy. God said she was a Wicked Witch.”
The man exclaimed.
“You shall not let the wicked witch live (Maleficos non patieris vivere)!”
[ Maleficos non patieris vivere! ]
[ Maleficos non patieris vivere! ]
[ Maleficos non patieris vivere! ]
As if responding to the man’s words, shouts could be heard from all over the cafe.
An evil spirit springs up on the table and dances with bizarre gestures to answer, the shadow people densely positioned on the wall shake their bodies and shout, and the faceless mannequins shout and shout again and again with their insect-painted mouths.
“But it’s not okay to kill innocent people, so you have to follow the order.”
The man held the air.
Then, a small wooden mallet that had been decorating the cafe fell into his hand.
“Here, in the name of God, the trial begins. No evil will violate this place!”
[ Sacred trial! ]
[ Sacred trial! ]
“You mad sacrist!”
Odilia was furious.
She jumped up from her seat and picked up her handbag, drawing the immense power flowing beneath her skin. Then, the smell of her pheromones emanated from her pores, and her body temperature rose and her body began to glow red.
Her normally beating heart beat like crazy, and the blood circulated through her body as if it were about to crush her body, boosting her vitality.
Yes.
Vitality.
The power that witches use in Witchcraft is life force.
The power that all living things have.
The power that determines human health and longevity.
And, the power that makes it possible to create miracles in the world in the form of change.
“You dare to attack me! Do you think you can kill me by creating a barrier like this!”
Odylia screamed out in anger.
The cry was so vicious and shrill that it felt like her ears had been cut and her brain ripped apart just by hearing it.
However, the man just stood there and looked at her as if he was calm even when her Odylia raised her vitality and exploded her anger.
No, he wasn’t just looking at her, he was even giving her a friendly look.
hahahaha. I have no intention of attacking you right now.”
The man’s mood changed.
The tone of an innocent young boy has become that of an old man who has gone through all sorts of trials and tribulations.
Face too.
Clothes too.
Body too.
Nothing has changed, only the atmosphere.
But the changed atmosphere is so different.
There is a huge gap between the naive look and the naive look from before.
Odylia could only look at the man, forgetting even her anger.
“So, take your life and take a seat.”
The man said so to Odilia, who stared blankly at him.
The man’s tone was so calm.
As if Odylia wasIt’s like believing that a crab won’t do you any harm.
No, maybe it was because they thought it couldn’t do any harm.
That attitude was enough to stimulate Odilia, who was momentarily dazed by the shock of hitting her back on the back of the head. Stared at
The man was looking straight at her, holding her book as if nothing had happened to her deathly glaring gaze.
“Do you want to reap the life force?”
Clearly, the gaze looking down from above.
A word that is infinitely more like a command than a request.
Odilia used her witchcraft, venting her rage at her arrogant attitude.
“Only for the Sacred Magician!”
When vitality and will are combined, miracles can be manifested.
The witchcraft she manifested seeped into the chairs and tables the men were sitting on.
The permeated power will transform tables and tables into monsters, and bite him as her faithful minion.
Okay.
She had to bite off.
“…You.”
“Why, what’s not going well?”
The man laughed mockingly.
That smile was similar to the expression the Archwitch made while looking at him earlier.
* * *
The witch’s beginnings are not properly documented.
Some say that female druids were transformed as they came to the continent of Europe, while others say that the ‘first witch’ who was a druid discovered a systematic law and developed it into witchcraft.
Some say that the beginning of witches was Arab, citing the similarity between the technology used by witches and alchemy. It was said that Witchcraft was made by mimicking the power obtained.
But if anything is certain.
The existence of a witch uses the unique power of witches called witchcraft and lives for the purpose of eternal youth.
Witchcraft is the ability to use life force as energy.
To be precise, it is the ability to sculpt life force as will and manifest the power of ‘change’.
Make inanimate objects move like living things.
He turned plants and animals into monsters and used them as his escorts.
Mix substances extracted from living things to make medicine.
If alchemy was the power to change inanimate objects, Witchcraft was the power to change living things.
Of course, since it affects living things, changes that you can’t control yourself could happen.
There was even an expression called ‘the witch’s cauldron’, which means ‘the chaos itself that does not know what will appear’.
And these uncontrollable accidents, the occurrence of variables that witches call ‘fairy pranks’ sometimes became disastrous.
Merely trying to make a medicine for a disease turned into a terrible plague, trying to make fertilizer for a field turned into a deadly poison that could kill twenty strong men with one drop, and trying to strengthen a pet turned into a terrible monster. It has also caused accidents.
These accidents were not a big problem for the witches.
It was difficult to kill a witch full of vitality with simple poison or disease, and petsEven if she mutated into a monster, it was close to impossible to harm her life by breaking through the witch’s regenerative power close to that of a monster. Even if you cut off your head, you can return to normal within a few hours, and even if half of your body is blown away, it is the witches who regenerate with vitality.
However, just because a witch is fine, not everyone can be fine.
Poison.
Disease.
Monster.
The result of the witch’s accident often escaped the witch’s control and flew to ordinary people.
It flowed on water, flew on the wind, and moved in the body of an animal.
The poison harmed people’s lives and devastated the land.
The disease made families and neighbors suffer.
The monster melted into the darkness of the night and attacked people and became an object of fear.
Of course, this didn’t happen often.
Fairy pranks themselves weren’t that common, and even if they did happen, witches would solve most of them on the spot.
But once in a hundred.
If it escapes even once in a thousand and harms people.
That becomes perception, and perception soon becomes prejudice.
This prejudice piled up again and again in the form of dissatisfaction under the strong power of the witch.
The accumulated anger turned into hatred, and the hatred finally exploded.
Witch hunt.
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Sacred magicians, who were called ‘saints’ or ‘saints’ at the time, threw their swords at the witches.