249. Soul Stone (3)
Hayes’ soul stone.
As he looked at the orb stained with an ominous black light, Seongjin naturally had this question.
‘Demon King. Is the guy inside here a devil?’
Because the demonic energy I saw with my spiritual eyes was always black. However, the Demon King’s reaction was not very encouraging.
[…] hmm? Sigh, okay? I don’t really feel any magical energy, do I?]
‘really?’
[huh. Sniff, I guess this is just the color of the soul of this guy named Hayes. Isn’t he just a black guy on the inside?]
That’s not all.
Along with the change in the soul stone, the message that appeared before my eyes also changed.
〚Summoner Hayes Martin〛
〚Summon / Cancel〛
And the number of souls listed on the amulet was reduced by one.
〚List of spirits that can be summoned as summoned animals 1/3〛
[One. □□□□ (inactive)〛
[2. □□□ □□ (inactive)〛
〚3. Red (active)〛
I felt like I knew something.
So, an activated soul is a soul that can be used right now. In other words, he has already died and only his soul remains.
The Demon King originally only had a soul, so he was active from the beginning.
‘Then there’s a possibility that the two whose names I can’t read are still alive somewhere.’
Of course, this is assuming that they are human.
But since there are probably more than one dead person in this world, why does this particular soul come up as an option?
‘Could it be that they, like Hayes, were remnants of the Dark Church? Or are you a devil worshiper?’
Then the Demon King, who had completely stopped crying, answered.
[Probably not a devil worshiper. Anyone who is somehow connected to the devil, such as a devil worshiper or devil contractor, will be immediately taken to the demon world where the devil resides the moment they die.]
This is because as soon as they die, their souls become subordinate to the contracted devil.
‘Well, let’s call him and ask him first.’
There is a limit to what you can guess if you think about it alone. It would be quicker to hear from the person involved.
After making that decision, Seongjin moved the spear with his thoughts.
〚*Summon* / Release〛
And I immediately regretted that decision.
Shuaaaa-
Suddenly, with tremendous spiritual pressure, an ominous black fog began to rise in front of Seongjin’s eyes. It was ominous just to look at it.
“……!”
Wiggle, wiggle.
At some point, the black smoke that was spreading across the floor began to coalesce in the center as if it were alive, and then began to form an elongated human shape.
Seongjin was scared and slowly retreated behind the bed.
I didn’t expect to see an ordinary ghost from the beginning, but that doesn’t seem like a proper spirit!
‘Demon King, look closely at that! ‘That’s not really the devil?’
Does anyone look like a devil worshiper or the devil himself?
[I’ll say it again, I don’t feel any magic.]
The Demon King answered like that and tilted his soul. I also seemed to be puzzled by something.
[But the atmosphere is really good.]
Hehehehe… … .
Now, eerie cries can be heard from the black fog.
As Seongjin, embarrassed, was hurriedly looking for the release button, a black figure rose up, taking the shape of a proper human being.
Shoooooo-
Eventually, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest’s uniform appeared.
The skinny body and lanky cheeks are definitely the same as the Father Hayes I saw before. Only the dark circles and bloodless gray skin made him look even more gloomy.
[at las… … !]
Flashing.
The black evil spirit opened its eyes and let out a trembling thought.
[You finally called me! He called me!]
The evil spirit shouted an incomprehensible sound and distorted its face. It is a strange expression that looks either painful or happy.
[Aaaah… … !]
Perhaps it was because he was an evil spirit that he had summoned, but Seongjin was able to directly feel the emotions coming from Hayes.
What he was showing was not the bitterness or regret that an evil spirit would normally show.
Only joy.
Only joy so intense that it shook the soul was completely consuming the evil spirit.
‘Anyway, it’s bloody!’
Black tears flow from the evil spirit’s distorted eyes, and black smoke billows out every time its pale lips open.
As Seongjin took a step back, breaking into a cold sweat, Hayes’ evil spirit stumbled and bowed. Then, she fell flat on her back, as if almost sticking to the floor, and bowed her head politely towards Seongjin.
[I was waiting for the day and only this day for you to call me.]
The hands that were reverently raised above the head as if in worship were trembling.
[O Lord of my soul, Archbishop of Rest!]
… what?
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It was an unusually clear night sky, shining as if stars were pouring down.
An old shaman with gray hair and a bent back was looking up at the northern sky, feeling the Odokani wind.
Her white-covered eyes could hardly detect the light of the world, but the shaman could still feel the faint warmth of starlight from the wind blowing from the meadow.
“Lord of my soul….”
The wrinkled mouth bends and a faint voice escapes.
“Nazranka.”
Then someone called her name. The shaman slowly turned to face her friend approaching behind her.
“You were here alone. Now all the elders have gathered. The tribal leader is looking for you.”
“Chigudanka.”
The shaman folded his hands over his chest and showed proper courtesy to the eldest son of the tribe leader.
Then, suddenly, he felt another presence and turned his head towards the tall young man standing next to him.
Although her distant eyes were shaking in the air without focus, the capable shaman nevertheless recognized the person standing in front of her.
“…Owen of Delcross.”
“It’s been a while, Nazranka.”
He is a young hunter of the Empire who has been going smoothly recently.
His hair, like the sun setting under the night sky of the grassland, was decorated with the newly expanded cormorant feathers.
“Yes, it is the same. If it is a sudden summons of elders, it cannot be anything other than about you.”
The shaman’s eyebrows furrow in disapproval.
She was one of the few elders of Volanta who maintained a neutral stance.
Her antipathy toward the empire and the Holy Emperor was so deep-rooted that everyone found it surprising that she did not show any strong opposition.
-The Great Spirit wants me to do so.
The answer to those who asked why was always the same.
In any case, she did not like Owen, the prince of the empire, very much from the beginning. She firmly believes that he has a hidden agenda.
“Owen, why are you disturbing our peaceful Volanta? Why did you come to the land of Volanta?”
Then the young hunter answered coolly. This was the answer I always remembered when standing in front of the elders of Volanta.
“As a friend of Volanta, I have come to expand Volanta’s horizons.”
“There is no need for such flimsy excuses. Just tell the truth before the great soul!”
Chikudanka, who was listening to the shaman’s sharp reaction to his friend, quietly intervened.
“Nazranka. Owen proved his favor by destroying all the Nurumachi in the plains. That’s all. Recently, he also dried out all of the Coratla seeds.”
“…….”
“Now crocodiles and fish will return to our rivers.”
“It’s pointless, it’s pointless. How can you not know that all of this is nothing more than a bad joke….”
The shaman lamented as if muttering. Her discolored white eyes rested for a moment on Owen’s invisible bright red pendant.
“Yes. Now that I think about it, it’s strange. It’s truly strange. How could you, who are not even of imperial blood, suddenly get involved in this game?”
Then the eyes of the two young warriors met.
‘Have you ever revealed to anyone that I am your father’s godson?’
‘No, I swear by the heavens and the earth of my ancestors that I have never done anything like that. But it’s not something she can’t understand. Nazranka is Volanta’s greatest shaman who listens to the sound of the ancient winds.’
‘… okay. ‘I trust you.’
Chikudanka, who had been observing his friend for a moment, realized that Owen wanted to talk to Nazranka alone to find out the source of the information.
It wasn’t difficult to step aside for a moment. He turned to the tribe’s camp and quietly gave a warning to the shaman.
“Come to the meeting on time, Nazranka. Everyone in Volanta needs your wisdom.”
Owen and Shaman, who were left behind, looked at each other for a moment and were awkwardly silent.
“…I guess you have something you want to ask me, Owen of Delcross.”
“First of all, I salute the wisdom of the great shaman, Nazranka. How much do you know about my father?”
“Which father do you mean? The one swept up in the flames, or the one entangled in the empire?”
“…….”
“Do you wonder how I know? As an imperial citizen, you may not easily believe it, but the shaman of Volanta gains wisdom from the wind.”
And the shaman raised his white eyes and looked at the distant northern sky.
“You’re such a thorn in my eye, but I guess it’s okay. I need someone to share the joy in my heart right now. One of my brothers has just found rest.”
Brother finds rest?
Owen, puzzled, quickly looked back to see if there had been a funeral for anyone in the Volanta tribe recently. Either way, Nazranka’s peaceful voice continued.
“It’s really funny. Even though I was the first servant beaten by the Master of All Souls, I had already given up. But something like a dream really happened.”
The first servant accepted by the Master of all souls.
Owen couldn’t help but ask because of the unfamiliar tone.
“Doesn’t Volanta serve the great spirits of its ancestors? Who do you mean, the master of all souls? If I lack understanding of Volanta’s customs, please teach me, Nazranka.”
Then the shaman burst into laughter.
“Haha, foolish. It is the red weasel that hunts the opossum, but above them all there is also a black eagle flying. Above the souls of the great ancestors, there is an even higher being. He is the master of all souls.”
A seemingly relieved smile appeared on Nazranka’s wrinkled face.
“We are all quietly waiting for him to come.”
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[Have you finally found me, master of my soul… … !]
The evil spirit of Black Haze was somehow very friendly to Seongjin.
But regardless of his attitude, I couldn’t help but feel goosebumps all over my body as I looked at the guy with black water flowing down his face.
‘Wow, there’s no such thing as a horror movie!’
[You’ve been like that before. Are you scared of something like that when you’ve died once? That’s just a simple evil spirit.]
Oh, it’s not scary. Really.
It’s just that I don’t know how to deal with things like that. As I said before, punching doesn’t work on evil spirits, right?
[Try it. What if I hit it once?]
Seongjin thought for a moment due to the demon lord’s evil temptation. Should I really hit it?
But somehow, it felt uncomfortable to treat a soul that looked at me with earnest eyes.
‘Now that I’ve brought you here, let’s ask what we can.’
After making that decision, Seongjin carefully asked the guy a question.
“But who is the owner of your soul?”
[Of course it is you, master of the soul.]
“Why did you open the gate to the imperial palace on your own the other day?”
[Of course, it was your order. Lord of the soul.]
“…So who am I?”
[Great Archbishop of Rest, Master of Souls!]
Ah, the Dark Church.
Seongjin touched his forehead and sighed.
“…I have to ask first and then decide what to do with you. I can’t understand.”
Then Hayes asked curiously.
[Lord of my soul. Who in the world can control your steps?]
“Yes, I want to ask my father.”
[yes? Father… no way?]
Wow!
At that moment, the guy let out a horrifying scream. The spiritual pressure surging from him was enough to make Seongjin’s hair flutter.
Above all.
‘scared!’
Not a single scene in a horror movie would be that intense!
Seongjin, with goosebumps running down his spine, hesitates and steps back.
[Lord of the soul! Noble archbishop! Apostle of rest!]
“…….”
[You have to run away from him right now! He is covering the owner’s eyes and blocking his ears!]
“no…….”
[You must make a decision quickly before it is too late! Lord of the soul!]
It was no longer possible to ask something to an evil spirit that was going crazy.
More than anything, it’s so, so creepy.
〚Summon / *Release*〛
Seongjin closed his eyes tightly and chose to cancel.
[Owner… … !]
Then, Hayes struggles and is sucked into the soul stone. The joints that move as if squirming are literally the image of a demon being dragged into hell.
Shuuuuu-
Eventually, all the black fog disappeared, leaving a heavy silence in the room.
Seongjin thought as he wiped his cold sweat from his forehead.
‘Let’s ask my father first. ‘What should I do with that strange guy?’
Well, since your father killed Hayes, you must have a clear idea about what to do with the remaining soul.
fantasy,
