Chapter 518 – #109_Disappearance (5)
#518
One.
Exactly one day after Siu disappeared, Amelia concluded that the situation was not as light as she thought.
Shin Si-woo, who is no one else.
There is no way to leave a note and wander outside all day.
She asked Sophia to spread the ‘crow’ all over Gehenna and inquired about his whereabouts one by one.
Along with Sharon, Takasho, Kyvely Perry Winkle, and Count Yesod, she also visited Jemani Mansion twice.
However, no one had ever met Siwoo.
When the next day came with no harvest for her, Amelia felt a fear of collapsing.
She convinced him that something had happened.
Had she not, couldn’t she have walked away without saying a word?
Amelia did not sit still.
It’s Siwoo’s job, not anyone else’s.
The idea was to do everything that could be done right away.
“Help.”
He sought help from Siu’s acquaintances and searched all over Gehenna.
Thinking of the possibility that he had gone to meet Duke Tiphareth on impulse, Sharon went to see the current head of Sua.
However, even after two days or three days, Siwoo’s trace was still not found.
While wandering around Gehenna aimlessly looking for Siu, Sophia arrived.
It was a message that a suspicious figure was roaming the void of Gehenna.
Amelia immediately ran to the maple grove where Sophia found her corresponding witch.
It is common for exiles or public figures to smuggle themselves into Gehenna while hiding their identity, so it could be that they were just smuggled outcasts.
But intuition appealed.
There is definitely a link between the missing Siu and the accidentally discovered smuggler.
Maybe it was just Amelia’s wish projected and drawing a schematic diagram of her faulty perception, but it’s something to know when you meet her.
Discovered by Sophia and confronted by her witch, Amelia immediately initiated a battle.
The opponent was a feat.
She couldn’t even guess how many humans she had harmed because she had a thick scent of blood.
The battle was short.
In the first place, Amelia’s particle magic is almost impossible to counter.
The rainwater that falls without any characteristic is the seed of the particle that resonates with Amelia’s wave and blooms.
As soon as she gets caught in the rain, Amelia takes the initiative in magical power, which is the most important factor in magical battles.
The important thing here is that this rain has ‘no peculiarity’.
Therefore, it was easy to cook unless you had prior knowledge and were not particularly cautious.
As a result, the result of the fight that ended in vain, even a battle, was easily returned to Amelia’s victory.
Amelia arrives at the Mansion of Gemanai with her recruits in custody.
Because her case was the case, even Albireo, who was in the middle of her closing, ran out and greeted Amelia.
Albireo looked at Amelia with a slightly bewildered expression.
“I got the feat.”
“Yes… ?”
Meanwhile, from Albireo’s point of view.
Albireo, who received an urgent report that Amelia had captured the ‘True Witch’ who had smuggled into Gehenna, came out of the room where he had been suffering for several days and greeted a guest.
To be honest….
Seeing Amelia at this point was heartbreaking.
Even when Amelia came to her with a serious expression saying, ‘I think her Siwoo is missing’, she had to send her back while hiding her guilt.
No matter how much Amelia is worried about Shiu’s disappearance, what should I say to her that she went on an escape trip with Deneb?
It was an incident that could greatly damage the honor of the count family, beyond simply moral issues or saving face.
“You did a great job.”
But even though it is an obscure duty, the House of Gemanai is responsible for the disposition of the exploits that invaded Gehenna’s interior.
It was a dungeon built for that purpose.
“I want to put him in prison and interrogate him.”
Albireo blinked again and looked at the feat Amelia had dragged along.
While Amelia is unscathed, her opponent is utterly dumb.
There were no visible wounds immediately, but the magic circuit inside her body was in a state of being muddy.
In that state, it would be difficult to use proper magic for a while.
If she is the true ancestor witch, I know that she is the 21st tier, but to be able to subdue it so easily….
It makes us realize that Amelia is a witch of the same rank as the great Duke Tiphareth.
“I think it has something to do with the missing Siwoo.”
Aside from her fighting prowess, Albireo judged that Amelia’s words were speculation.
Perhaps Amelia mistook Siu for missing and she scoured Gehenna.
This idiotic feat must have been beaten and dragged while shooting Gehenna carelessly.
Of course, she had no intention of showing it off.
Anyway, since it is a dungeon where magic cannot be used except for Count Gemanai, Albireo’s help will be needed for a proper newspaper.
“Yes, I will open the prison. Of course, the newspaper can also help.”
“Thanks.”
Originally, Albireo didn’t help anyone at any time.
Basically, it is a business constitution to the bone that considers what kind of profit will fall first.
However, because Amelia had an unspoken emotional debt, Albireo obediently promised her cooperation.
2.
A common characteristic of vampires passed down in various cultures is that they sleep anyway.
Either she was doused with holy water, or a stake was driven through her heart and she fell into a long sleep, or she went into a gloomy confinement and took a nap.
In particular, the last one is even considered to be a vampire’s trademark.
But Clech Asmode detested sleep.
More precisely, it would be more intuitive to explain that I hated the nightmares that always follow me when I fall asleep.
You can see the study room where she spent most of her time as an apprentice witch, her mother and her teacher, Erzebet Asmode.
It is said that even the heinous exploits of an apprentice witch are cherished like a baby, but not all witch priests build such a friendly bond.
‘Can’t you do any of this right? Stupid year. How did someone like you become my apprentice witch?’
The pointed finger of the teacher pokes the crown of the head.
One side of Clech’s cheek, which had been beaten several times in the morning, was red and swollen, and ooze instead of blood flowed from her lips, which had burst repeatedly without any sign of healing.
‘… I’m sorry. Mother.’
Elizabeth responded with a timid voice, holding Clech’s cheek roughly.
Clech’s shoulders harden like stone.
Erzébet met her eyes straight in satisfaction of the reflex reaction evoked by learned fear and sneered.
‘Is there no such thing as a pure quack in a prophecy agency? I’d rather kill you and get a new apprentice witch. Clech, do you think you are worthy of the name of the great Asmode? Really? Heartily?’
Rather than simple assault, sharp words attack Klech.
Great Asmodera.
It must have been the great Asmode.
The Bondi Asmode family boasted a high prestige that could be counted among witches.
Just by looking at the legends and legends of vampires that have been passed down across the continent, you can guess how much Asmode has campaigned throughout the generations.
There was once a time when nearly 1,000 humans were treated as servants of the night, and there was a time when they enjoyed a luxurious bloody feast in a gloomy castle every day.
However, as soon as Keter created the concept of ‘feat’ and banned reckless human experiments, the Asmode family began to fall behind.
The Asmode family’s magnetic magic requires a large amount of blood.
It was a natural procedure since the method of research, in which prisoners of war and commoners were randomly recruited and replaced, became impossible.
Instead of pride and pride, inferiority and hysteria began to flow in Asmode’s blood.
And Clech’s teacher, Elizabeth, was a person who seemed to have boiled away that unclean blood.
She, who had not been able to raise a single hierarchy in her lifetime of 100 years, filled her self-esteem by carving scars on her apprentice witch’s body.
As if that wasn’t enough, when Clech’s swollen breasts finished growing and became an adult, Elizabeth started casting strange glances at her.
One day.
Elizabeth, who had hit her back with a whip as usual, took a deep breath as she looked at Clech.
It was a very foul-smelling breath.
‘Stop… ! Master! Don’t do this… !’
Clech, dragged by his hair, was thrown to the floor and struggled to escape.
However, it was impossible for Clech, who was only an apprentice witch, to shake off Elizabeth from the beginning.
‘Stay still! You are my apprentice witch I should listen to my master.’
Fortunately, the bruises have faded a little since then.
Unfortunately, the gaps in the skin were replaced by sharp tooth marks.
In fact, I couldn’t properly tell which one was unhappiness and which one was fortunate.
The image that follows is a bed in a dark basement.
‘Clech, come here. Crawl.’
Above it is seen the naked Master.
On the shelf next to it, tools designed to humiliate women are neatly placed.
Ergé Beth, who was more than just a pervert and an extreme sadist, had no hesitation in treating her apprentice witch according to her liking.
‘Don’t you like it?’
Clech’s quivering eyes scanned it, but he couldn’t deny it.
For if she crept between her master’s legs and satisfied her, her harsh abuse would at least abate.
‘A bitch like a slut, at first she took me out like an aristocratic lady. This is your nature Are you okay too?’
Or become her toy and let out a pitiful groan.
The damn teacher bitch was selfish until the end.
Erzebeth, who had been using Clech as a toy for years to radiate her desires, passed the stigma and disappeared without even giving her a chance to stab her in the heart, perhaps getting tired of even that.
Without even leaving a common will.
Clech wandered.
Her mentor was gone, but Klech felt another stigma she had left behind.
Left alone, Clech felt confusion, even longing and love for his teacher who was funny and vicious.
The only human relationship that Clech, who was used as a tool for sexual desire, learned was to hand over the right to choose to a coercive ruler with his autonomy completely destroyed.
Like the psychology of a freed slave wanting to become a slave again.
Clech felt the fear of not being able to figure out what to do other than the sense of freedom he felt for the first time.
‘Hi? Are you my new business partner? What is your name?’
The lover who completely changed Clech’s life was Bianca Bellely, the witch of desire.
