What you see before your eyes is an underground prison.
To the right of the short hallway were two rooms and a prison cell.
It is a space that would not exist in an ordinary building.
Simone stepped into the hallway without hesitation.
A musty smell and an unpleasant fishy smell. It was definitely a place where some pretty brutal acts were committed.
Simone walked through the empty prison cell and opened the first door she saw.
"Bedroom?"
The interior looked like a gloomy room, not much different from a prison cell. However, there was a small bed, a desk, and some rotten food on a plate.
The furniture was similar to the children's furniture on the second floor of this building, but a little dirtier.
Of course, it's a damp place with no light.
Who lived here? What kind of poor little boy was discriminated against?
Although the location was different, there was someone who lived a similar daily life to Simone in the past, or rather, someone who lived in an environment harsher than that.
Simone walked over to the desk and opened the drawer.
She thought there wouldn't be anything in such a shabby room, but surprisingly, there was something worth seeing.
A statue of the God of death, a rosary made of black gems, and a notebook.
Simone took out a notebook, opened it, scanned its contents, and frowned.
'What's this?'
[I thought it was an opportunity.]
[Lord, I am innocent. I only killed someone who deserved to die. Why am I being punished like this? This woman has no power to escape.]
Simone turned to the next chapter.
[These crazy people call me a Saint. If I'm a Saint, aren't I a woman who serves God? If I'm a Saint, I should be served. Why am I doing this? This is hell. It's hell.]
And the next chapter.
[This girl's name is Janie, she's fourteen years old.]
Next chapter.
[I want to go back. Lord, I have been punished. Now, let me go back. I was wrong. I will never kill again. I cannot sleep in the smell of rotting corpses.]
“...”
Something feels strangely off.
Simone closed the notebook and examined the leather cover. On the back of the notebook was written in small letters, 'Janie.'
This notebook is Janie's.
If someone hadn't stolen it, the author of this article would have been someone named Janie.
But why is this person calling this person Janie like someone else?
Was the murderer locked up here as punishment for killing someone?
'Being called a Saint? No way.'
Besides, isn't this a place where children live? You can't lock up a murderer in a place where there are children.
...Something is still strange.
Once again, a strange suspicion began to sprout in Simone's mind.
Simone opened the notebook again and read the next page.
[I finally realized something new. This woman, who I thought had no powers, was truly a Saint. The black fog that was being generated from my body had destructive powers, and it was even getting stronger as the ritual progressed.]
Next chapter.
[God would never abandon me. There is a reason for my killings. I am the main character of this world. Just hold on a little longer. Just hold on a little longer.]
And the next chapter.
[Just hold on for a little longer. When I become stronger, I will kill them all and get out of here. Comans said that I would soon be baptized and be able to leave this prison. Just hold on until that day.]
And the writing ended.
Perhaps after this, the woman named Janie was baptized as she wanted and was released from prison.
The thought, 'Who on earth is Janie?' didn't last long.
Why bother to think about it?
The original purpose of a dungeon was to follow the footsteps of its creator.
Just like the dungeon of the legendary pharmacist who was well-versed in herbalism is filled with all kinds of rare herbs he had collected, and the dungeons of magicians and swordsmen are filled with the weapons and books they used in their lives.
It must be the same here too.
If you find anything in this dungeon, it's all about Anasis.
This woman named Janie must be Anasis.
The fact that she was called a Saint and the black fog with destructive powers all point to a necromancer, so it's probably true.
'Could it be that her baptismal name was Anasis?'
Simone understands up to this point, but the question is why Anasis calls Janie as if she were a third party...
The most likely possibility is that Anasis also experienced the same possession as Simone.
“I'm going back.”
What she said before she disappeared was that she would go back.
Simone took the notebook and looked around the room a bit more before heading to the next room.
Simone, who was about to grab the doorknob without hesitation, flinched and moved her hand away.
This room was the source of the foul, unpleasant smell.
An indescribable smell was emanating from the room.
A similar smell to the one she smelled in the room of Grand Duchess Florier and Jace when she went there to lift the curse.
She thought her stomach was pretty strong by now, but the smell was so bad she didn't even want to touch the doorknob.
“Why do I always do this, man? It’s a crazy world.”
Simone quickly lowered the handle and backed away, her hands covered by her sleeves, looking annoyed.
Squeak-
And the moment the door opened, Simone closed her eyes at the brutal sight she had expected.
On top of the magic circle, countless corpses of children and adults were piled up like a mountain.
They look as if they are being offered as sacrifices.
'Ha, I really hate it...'
They were brutally killed.
Simone tried to calm herself and opened her eyes again.
She tried her best to avoid looking at the corpses and focused on the magic circle beneath them.
She doesn't know much about magic circles, but she's seen this shape quite a few times.
This magic circle was drawn in the room of the Grand Duchess Florier and also in the headquarters of the Occult Society.
It was clearly a magic circle that absorbed the death energy of the sacrifice placed above somewhere.
Anasis was baptized and released from prison, apparently achieving his goal of killing them all.
'Crazy...'
The moment Simone takes a step forward with a stern face.
Jiing-!
A blue light began to swirl beneath her feet.
Teleport magic circle.
This room seemed to be the last location in this dungeon. Simone would soon be moved to another location.
Simone seemed to have made up her mind as she took in the miserable sight of the room and moved on to the next dungeon.
Kkwaddeuk-!
All the writhing tentacles were torn apart by the merciless pouring red aura.
Simone slowly opened her eyes, feeling a red light flickering beyond her eyelids.
Then Abel shouted at Simone as if he had been waiting for this.
“What happened to all the wizards...!”
"...Abel?"
Abel was sitting with his back to Simone, who was leaning against the wall.
It seems that he was protecting Simone, who was probably in a teleportation coma, from those tentacles.
“That damn mana sensitivity! Hey! What would you have done without me!”
Abel swung his sword once.
The aura shot out like an arrow, cutting off and burning all the tentacles falling from the ceiling.
“...”
Simone did not answer the angry Abel, but instead stood up and distanced herself from him.
Abel doesn't seem to know that the fight has caused a rift between him and Simone.
Anyway, in this situation, it seemed like it would be good for everyone to keep some distance.
Then Simone looked at the swarm of tentacles.
Between the tentacles, Orkan's tattered clothes were visible. It seemed that Abel was in the same situation as Simone.
“If you come to your senses, help me!”
“I was thinking of doing that anyway. Get back over there. Over there. Don’t stick to me.”
"What?"
“What if you have tentacles too? I can’t trust anyone anymore.”
“That’s real! I risked my life to protect you!”
“Don’t be so stubborn. I’ll risk my life to protect you when you’re in danger.”
“Oh, how come you don’t say a word?”
At her words, Abel grumbled and stepped away.
Mana spread out from Simone's hands.
The black mana spread out without even a single trace, instantly burning all the tentacles in the entire space and disappearing.
“..."
“...”
“...I really hate necromancers.”
Although Abel can handle his swordsmanship well, since he is a swordsman who mainly attacks with single attacks, he had a hard time dealing with the bundle of tentacles that kept writhing, breaking, and growing again.
There were times when he would find himself annoyingly envious of wizards or necromancers who specialized in wide-range attacks.
Just like right now.
Simone looked around without letting her guard down, even as she watched Abel grumbling.
‘Where am I...’
She didn't notice it because it was covered by tentacles, but this place was really unidentifiable.
The red dirt and red sky, the dry place where it seemed as if there was no life, was extremely quiet.
If there was one sound, it was the loud roar of water coming from the mighty river flowing violently.
She glanced at Abel and saw that he was also looking around with an expression of ignorance.
Simone looked around again.
No matter how she looked at it, it was a strange scenery that didn't seem real.
To the right of the short hallway were two rooms and a prison cell.
It is a space that would not exist in an ordinary building.
Simone stepped into the hallway without hesitation.
A musty smell and an unpleasant fishy smell. It was definitely a place where some pretty brutal acts were committed.
Simone walked through the empty prison cell and opened the first door she saw.
"Bedroom?"
The interior looked like a gloomy room, not much different from a prison cell. However, there was a small bed, a desk, and some rotten food on a plate.
The furniture was similar to the children's furniture on the second floor of this building, but a little dirtier.
Of course, it's a damp place with no light.
Who lived here? What kind of poor little boy was discriminated against?
Although the location was different, there was someone who lived a similar daily life to Simone in the past, or rather, someone who lived in an environment harsher than that.
Simone walked over to the desk and opened the drawer.
She thought there wouldn't be anything in such a shabby room, but surprisingly, there was something worth seeing.
A statue of the God of death, a rosary made of black gems, and a notebook.
Simone took out a notebook, opened it, scanned its contents, and frowned.
'What's this?'
[I thought it was an opportunity.]
[Lord, I am innocent. I only killed someone who deserved to die. Why am I being punished like this? This woman has no power to escape.]
Simone turned to the next chapter.
[These crazy people call me a Saint. If I'm a Saint, aren't I a woman who serves God? If I'm a Saint, I should be served. Why am I doing this? This is hell. It's hell.]
And the next chapter.
[This girl's name is Janie, she's fourteen years old.]
Next chapter.
[I want to go back. Lord, I have been punished. Now, let me go back. I was wrong. I will never kill again. I cannot sleep in the smell of rotting corpses.]
“...”
Something feels strangely off.
Simone closed the notebook and examined the leather cover. On the back of the notebook was written in small letters, 'Janie.'
This notebook is Janie's.
If someone hadn't stolen it, the author of this article would have been someone named Janie.
But why is this person calling this person Janie like someone else?
Was the murderer locked up here as punishment for killing someone?
'Being called a Saint? No way.'
Besides, isn't this a place where children live? You can't lock up a murderer in a place where there are children.
...Something is still strange.
Once again, a strange suspicion began to sprout in Simone's mind.
Simone opened the notebook again and read the next page.
[I finally realized something new. This woman, who I thought had no powers, was truly a Saint. The black fog that was being generated from my body had destructive powers, and it was even getting stronger as the ritual progressed.]
Next chapter.
[God would never abandon me. There is a reason for my killings. I am the main character of this world. Just hold on a little longer. Just hold on a little longer.]
And the next chapter.
[Just hold on for a little longer. When I become stronger, I will kill them all and get out of here. Comans said that I would soon be baptized and be able to leave this prison. Just hold on until that day.]
And the writing ended.
Perhaps after this, the woman named Janie was baptized as she wanted and was released from prison.
The thought, 'Who on earth is Janie?' didn't last long.
Why bother to think about it?
The original purpose of a dungeon was to follow the footsteps of its creator.
Just like the dungeon of the legendary pharmacist who was well-versed in herbalism is filled with all kinds of rare herbs he had collected, and the dungeons of magicians and swordsmen are filled with the weapons and books they used in their lives.
It must be the same here too.
If you find anything in this dungeon, it's all about Anasis.
This woman named Janie must be Anasis.
The fact that she was called a Saint and the black fog with destructive powers all point to a necromancer, so it's probably true.
'Could it be that her baptismal name was Anasis?'
Simone understands up to this point, but the question is why Anasis calls Janie as if she were a third party...
The most likely possibility is that Anasis also experienced the same possession as Simone.
“I'm going back.”
What she said before she disappeared was that she would go back.
Simone took the notebook and looked around the room a bit more before heading to the next room.
Simone, who was about to grab the doorknob without hesitation, flinched and moved her hand away.
This room was the source of the foul, unpleasant smell.
An indescribable smell was emanating from the room.
A similar smell to the one she smelled in the room of Grand Duchess Florier and Jace when she went there to lift the curse.
She thought her stomach was pretty strong by now, but the smell was so bad she didn't even want to touch the doorknob.
“Why do I always do this, man? It’s a crazy world.”
Simone quickly lowered the handle and backed away, her hands covered by her sleeves, looking annoyed.
Squeak-
And the moment the door opened, Simone closed her eyes at the brutal sight she had expected.
On top of the magic circle, countless corpses of children and adults were piled up like a mountain.
They look as if they are being offered as sacrifices.
'Ha, I really hate it...'
They were brutally killed.
Simone tried to calm herself and opened her eyes again.
She tried her best to avoid looking at the corpses and focused on the magic circle beneath them.
She doesn't know much about magic circles, but she's seen this shape quite a few times.
This magic circle was drawn in the room of the Grand Duchess Florier and also in the headquarters of the Occult Society.
It was clearly a magic circle that absorbed the death energy of the sacrifice placed above somewhere.
Anasis was baptized and released from prison, apparently achieving his goal of killing them all.
'Crazy...'
The moment Simone takes a step forward with a stern face.
Jiing-!
A blue light began to swirl beneath her feet.
Teleport magic circle.
This room seemed to be the last location in this dungeon. Simone would soon be moved to another location.
Simone seemed to have made up her mind as she took in the miserable sight of the room and moved on to the next dungeon.
***
Kkwaddeuk-!
All the writhing tentacles were torn apart by the merciless pouring red aura.
Simone slowly opened her eyes, feeling a red light flickering beyond her eyelids.
Then Abel shouted at Simone as if he had been waiting for this.
“What happened to all the wizards...!”
"...Abel?"
Abel was sitting with his back to Simone, who was leaning against the wall.
It seems that he was protecting Simone, who was probably in a teleportation coma, from those tentacles.
“That damn mana sensitivity! Hey! What would you have done without me!”
Abel swung his sword once.
The aura shot out like an arrow, cutting off and burning all the tentacles falling from the ceiling.
“...”
Simone did not answer the angry Abel, but instead stood up and distanced herself from him.
Abel doesn't seem to know that the fight has caused a rift between him and Simone.
Anyway, in this situation, it seemed like it would be good for everyone to keep some distance.
Then Simone looked at the swarm of tentacles.
Between the tentacles, Orkan's tattered clothes were visible. It seemed that Abel was in the same situation as Simone.
“If you come to your senses, help me!”
“I was thinking of doing that anyway. Get back over there. Over there. Don’t stick to me.”
"What?"
“What if you have tentacles too? I can’t trust anyone anymore.”
“That’s real! I risked my life to protect you!”
“Don’t be so stubborn. I’ll risk my life to protect you when you’re in danger.”
“Oh, how come you don’t say a word?”
At her words, Abel grumbled and stepped away.
Mana spread out from Simone's hands.
The black mana spread out without even a single trace, instantly burning all the tentacles in the entire space and disappearing.
“..."
“...”
“...I really hate necromancers.”
Although Abel can handle his swordsmanship well, since he is a swordsman who mainly attacks with single attacks, he had a hard time dealing with the bundle of tentacles that kept writhing, breaking, and growing again.
There were times when he would find himself annoyingly envious of wizards or necromancers who specialized in wide-range attacks.
Just like right now.
Simone looked around without letting her guard down, even as she watched Abel grumbling.
‘Where am I...’
She didn't notice it because it was covered by tentacles, but this place was really unidentifiable.
The red dirt and red sky, the dry place where it seemed as if there was no life, was extremely quiet.
If there was one sound, it was the loud roar of water coming from the mighty river flowing violently.
She glanced at Abel and saw that he was also looking around with an expression of ignorance.
Simone looked around again.
No matter how she looked at it, it was a strange scenery that didn't seem real.
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