The guest who came with urgent business was Cain's servant.
The servant handed Judith and Erne a piece of paper that was more like a note than a letter, omitting all formalities.
[ The bodies of the Followers were found. There were three of them. Gary confirmed that they were all of the Followers who remained with the priest. It appears that they died from a curse. The priest was not found. Please check if the spell on the priest worked and be careful. ]
Attention please.
At those words, Erne picked up his sword and went out to patrol the mansion.
He didn't know if the priest killed all of his men or not, but he didn't know what dangerous thing the priest would do now that his men were gone.
If he had been so angry at not becoming a nobleman that he had killed all of his subordinates, who would he have taken his anger out on next? Of course, it would have been Judith and her group.
So Cain hurriedly sent someone to send a letter even though it was night.
While Erne went to look around the mansion, Judith ran into an empty room on the first floor.
This is because the item made up of Shadin's knife and mirror was placed in a small room so as not to be influenced by others.
"Ah..."
Unfortunately, the mirror was intact. It took four days to find the knife, prepare the spell, and cast the spell.
The curse that the priest placed on the Followers was probably carried out at that time.
“If the mirror had broken, it would have been the priest who died, not the Followers.”
Erne muttered as he took a look around the mansion. Well, when she calmed down and thought about it, that was true.
‘But why at that time...’
Judith swallowed a short sigh of regret. She was trying to go with the flow and make progress, but tsk.
Of course, if she really wants to do that, there is a way to do it by holding on to each one and fighting the night away.
But to do that, she had to suggest spending the night in the wilderness, taking a bath, waiting until night, and then going to bed with a stiff body...
It was awkward to even imagine. Judith pursued the natural, and it wasn't as if such opportunities never arose.
But why does it feel like opportunities just keep coming and going? Is it just my mood?
Since they held hands, they haven't made any progress at all, so it can't be just her mood.
“...Miss Harrington!”
"Uh?"
Judith raised her head at the touch of a hand gently squeezing her shoulder. Erne was looking at her with a puzzled expression.
“What are you thinking that you can’t hear me even when I call you from right next to you?”
Judith, who couldn't bring herself to say that she was thinking of going out with him, just pretended it was nothing.
“What did you say to me?”
“The Marquis’ servant asked if we would send a reply back.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Judith hurried out of the room and wrote a reply, saying that the spell she had cast on the priest had not worked and that she would stop by the police station the next morning.
As written in the reply, the next day, as soon as the sun rose, Judith and Erne went to see Cain.
Tia was there too. After hearing the contents of the letter, she followed him, saying she would confirm the identities of the dead Followers once again.
Judith didn't stop her because she seemed to want to somehow earn her keep. Cain would have brought Gary in to verify his identity, but Tia was more trustworthy than Gary.
“Here it is.”
Cain took Judith and her companions to a village near the cemetery.
There were shabby and old houses here and there, and even though it was mid-morning, there weren't many people walking along the street.
The bodies of the Followers were found in one of the most remote houses.
It is said that the body was discovered thanks to a dog that was let loose in front of this house and started making a fuss.
The area around the house where the Followers were killed was guarded by two security guards. Before entering the house, Cain distributed white cloths to cover the nose and mouth.
“Are the bodies still in there?”
“That’s right. It’s not in a condition to be moved to the morgue... It’s not possible.”
Cain's words trailed off for a moment as if the image of the corpse inside him suddenly came to mind.
“Prepare yourself mentally, Madam. And Miss Tia, too.”
Cain looked at Tia, who was covering her face with a white cloth.
“I guess the condition is pretty bad?”
When Erne asked, Cain answered with a sigh. He opened the door quietly. Erne went in first, followed by Judith and Thea.
“Ugh.”
The house was visible at a glance, with nowhere to hide anything. And as soon as Judith saw the corpse lumped together in the middle, she felt nauseous.
They were barely able to maintain their human form. Their necks were twisted, their arms were broken, their backs were bent backward, some were melted, and others were crushed.
Their faces were all distorted with pain.
The corpses had every hole in their faces open as if they were about to scream at any moment. There was nothing beneath their wide-open eyelids.
Judith turned her head away for a moment.
“Hey, the one on top is Akan.”
Tia's voice trembled uncomfortably. Still, she did not forget the purpose of her coming here.
“He is the priest’s most trusted confidant.”
Although she wasn't particularly close to Akan or the other Followers, Tia was still upset to see them die in such a gruesome manner.
“Do you know what kind of curse this is?”
“Melting... It’s a forbidden spell.”
“Gary’s testimony matches.”
Cain nodded, cross-checking Gary's testimony. Tia clenched and unclenched her pale hands repeatedly.
“It’s a curse that melts every organ in your body. It must have been terribly painful.”
Tia's trembling eyes turned to the corner of the house.
“There’s a solitary confinement clinic over there...”
Tia scanned the Solitude Complex. There were eight of them, each of different sizes. They were all sealed well.
Tia's head tilted as she looked at it with a puzzled look.
“It’s strange. Shadin’s favorite complex is here, but his keepsake is missing. What on earth is going on?”
Two days before the godmother's spell was completed.
Akan left Shadin with his other Followers.
The group of Akan who followed Shadin here were different from other Followers.
They believed Shadin's words that he would provide them with good food and a good life, and supported him.
But instead of eating well and living well, his colleagues were often used as sacrifices by Shadin, so Akan finally realized that he was nothing more than a tool to Shadin.
So he and his two Followers ran off with all the money, the money-making solitary spells, and the eye drops that changed the color of the eyes while Shadin was out.
Shadin, who had returned from going out, grabbed the back of his neck in anger. He was so angry that his body became stiff.
Shadin, who had paused for a moment, first looked at the things Akan had left behind.
“Fuck, they ran off with everything that could be of value, you fucking bastards.”
The ten silver coins in the purse that Shadin had taken with him when he went out, Shadin's clothes, a jar of the Solitude Art that was too heavy to carry, and the jar containing his will.
That was all that was left for Shadin.
“No, no.”
Shadin ran into the room he used as his bedroom and roughly opened a creaking drawer.
Inside the drawer was a small wooden box. Inside was a string of papers with names written on them, to keep track of each other's life and death.
Hehe, Shadin, who was laughing like he had lost his mind, headed to the room that Akan and the others were using as a bedroom.
He crawled on the floor, picking up fallen hair.
From the hands that carefully placed the white paper as if afraid of spilling even a single strand, from the eyes that ruminated on the forbidden spell, uncontrollable anger dripped down.
The servant handed Judith and Erne a piece of paper that was more like a note than a letter, omitting all formalities.
[ The bodies of the Followers were found. There were three of them. Gary confirmed that they were all of the Followers who remained with the priest. It appears that they died from a curse. The priest was not found. Please check if the spell on the priest worked and be careful. ]
Attention please.
At those words, Erne picked up his sword and went out to patrol the mansion.
He didn't know if the priest killed all of his men or not, but he didn't know what dangerous thing the priest would do now that his men were gone.
If he had been so angry at not becoming a nobleman that he had killed all of his subordinates, who would he have taken his anger out on next? Of course, it would have been Judith and her group.
So Cain hurriedly sent someone to send a letter even though it was night.
While Erne went to look around the mansion, Judith ran into an empty room on the first floor.
This is because the item made up of Shadin's knife and mirror was placed in a small room so as not to be influenced by others.
"Ah..."
Unfortunately, the mirror was intact. It took four days to find the knife, prepare the spell, and cast the spell.
The curse that the priest placed on the Followers was probably carried out at that time.
“If the mirror had broken, it would have been the priest who died, not the Followers.”
Erne muttered as he took a look around the mansion. Well, when she calmed down and thought about it, that was true.
‘But why at that time...’
Judith swallowed a short sigh of regret. She was trying to go with the flow and make progress, but tsk.
Of course, if she really wants to do that, there is a way to do it by holding on to each one and fighting the night away.
But to do that, she had to suggest spending the night in the wilderness, taking a bath, waiting until night, and then going to bed with a stiff body...
It was awkward to even imagine. Judith pursued the natural, and it wasn't as if such opportunities never arose.
But why does it feel like opportunities just keep coming and going? Is it just my mood?
Since they held hands, they haven't made any progress at all, so it can't be just her mood.
“...Miss Harrington!”
"Uh?"
Judith raised her head at the touch of a hand gently squeezing her shoulder. Erne was looking at her with a puzzled expression.
“What are you thinking that you can’t hear me even when I call you from right next to you?”
Judith, who couldn't bring herself to say that she was thinking of going out with him, just pretended it was nothing.
“What did you say to me?”
“The Marquis’ servant asked if we would send a reply back.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Judith hurried out of the room and wrote a reply, saying that the spell she had cast on the priest had not worked and that she would stop by the police station the next morning.
As written in the reply, the next day, as soon as the sun rose, Judith and Erne went to see Cain.
Tia was there too. After hearing the contents of the letter, she followed him, saying she would confirm the identities of the dead Followers once again.
Judith didn't stop her because she seemed to want to somehow earn her keep. Cain would have brought Gary in to verify his identity, but Tia was more trustworthy than Gary.
“Here it is.”
Cain took Judith and her companions to a village near the cemetery.
There were shabby and old houses here and there, and even though it was mid-morning, there weren't many people walking along the street.
The bodies of the Followers were found in one of the most remote houses.
It is said that the body was discovered thanks to a dog that was let loose in front of this house and started making a fuss.
The area around the house where the Followers were killed was guarded by two security guards. Before entering the house, Cain distributed white cloths to cover the nose and mouth.
“Are the bodies still in there?”
“That’s right. It’s not in a condition to be moved to the morgue... It’s not possible.”
Cain's words trailed off for a moment as if the image of the corpse inside him suddenly came to mind.
“Prepare yourself mentally, Madam. And Miss Tia, too.”
Cain looked at Tia, who was covering her face with a white cloth.
“I guess the condition is pretty bad?”
When Erne asked, Cain answered with a sigh. He opened the door quietly. Erne went in first, followed by Judith and Thea.
“Ugh.”
The house was visible at a glance, with nowhere to hide anything. And as soon as Judith saw the corpse lumped together in the middle, she felt nauseous.
They were barely able to maintain their human form. Their necks were twisted, their arms were broken, their backs were bent backward, some were melted, and others were crushed.
Their faces were all distorted with pain.
The corpses had every hole in their faces open as if they were about to scream at any moment. There was nothing beneath their wide-open eyelids.
Judith turned her head away for a moment.
“Hey, the one on top is Akan.”
Tia's voice trembled uncomfortably. Still, she did not forget the purpose of her coming here.
“He is the priest’s most trusted confidant.”
Although she wasn't particularly close to Akan or the other Followers, Tia was still upset to see them die in such a gruesome manner.
“Do you know what kind of curse this is?”
“Melting... It’s a forbidden spell.”
“Gary’s testimony matches.”
Cain nodded, cross-checking Gary's testimony. Tia clenched and unclenched her pale hands repeatedly.
“It’s a curse that melts every organ in your body. It must have been terribly painful.”
Tia's trembling eyes turned to the corner of the house.
“There’s a solitary confinement clinic over there...”
Tia scanned the Solitude Complex. There were eight of them, each of different sizes. They were all sealed well.
Tia's head tilted as she looked at it with a puzzled look.
“It’s strange. Shadin’s favorite complex is here, but his keepsake is missing. What on earth is going on?”
***
Two days before the godmother's spell was completed.
Akan left Shadin with his other Followers.
The group of Akan who followed Shadin here were different from other Followers.
They believed Shadin's words that he would provide them with good food and a good life, and supported him.
But instead of eating well and living well, his colleagues were often used as sacrifices by Shadin, so Akan finally realized that he was nothing more than a tool to Shadin.
So he and his two Followers ran off with all the money, the money-making solitary spells, and the eye drops that changed the color of the eyes while Shadin was out.
Shadin, who had returned from going out, grabbed the back of his neck in anger. He was so angry that his body became stiff.
Shadin, who had paused for a moment, first looked at the things Akan had left behind.
“Fuck, they ran off with everything that could be of value, you fucking bastards.”
The ten silver coins in the purse that Shadin had taken with him when he went out, Shadin's clothes, a jar of the Solitude Art that was too heavy to carry, and the jar containing his will.
That was all that was left for Shadin.
“No, no.”
Shadin ran into the room he used as his bedroom and roughly opened a creaking drawer.
Inside the drawer was a small wooden box. Inside was a string of papers with names written on them, to keep track of each other's life and death.
Hehe, Shadin, who was laughing like he had lost his mind, headed to the room that Akan and the others were using as a bedroom.
He crawled on the floor, picking up fallen hair.
From the hands that carefully placed the white paper as if afraid of spilling even a single strand, from the eyes that ruminated on the forbidden spell, uncontrollable anger dripped down.
He doesn't know where they went. It seems impossible to get back the money and the solitary magic jar they took.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, there might be a way to track it. However, Shadin was not rational enough to think of such a thing at the moment.
“Traitors must pay the price.”
Overcome with rage, he wanted to punish Akan and his companions for daring to go against him.
Shadin drew a line of blood to cast his spell, wove the hair into a thread of names, and lit a candle that was about to burn out.
The wine of melting. He cursed the three of them, causing their entire bodies to twist in pain as their organs melted away.
They will be woven together and melted like a skein of paper with names written on it.
“...It’s melting, it’s unraveling, it’s taking shape, and then, bang.”
A sour liquid rose from the end of her esophagus. A burning pain rose from her left ring finger, where blood had been shed from drawing the line.
A scream of unbearable pain echoed from Shadin's mouth as he recited the spell.
He rolled around, clutching his left ring finger, which seemed to have been burned black. He burned a lot of his spiritual energy to minimize the body parts that could be used as sacrifices.
Thanks to that, he was able to get over it with just one ring finger, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
Shadin chuckled, even as tears fell from his eyes in pain.
Those who betrayed me will pay ten times the price.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, there might be a way to track it. However, Shadin was not rational enough to think of such a thing at the moment.
“Traitors must pay the price.”
Overcome with rage, he wanted to punish Akan and his companions for daring to go against him.
Shadin drew a line of blood to cast his spell, wove the hair into a thread of names, and lit a candle that was about to burn out.
The wine of melting. He cursed the three of them, causing their entire bodies to twist in pain as their organs melted away.
They will be woven together and melted like a skein of paper with names written on it.
“...It’s melting, it’s unraveling, it’s taking shape, and then, bang.”
A sour liquid rose from the end of her esophagus. A burning pain rose from her left ring finger, where blood had been shed from drawing the line.
A scream of unbearable pain echoed from Shadin's mouth as he recited the spell.
He rolled around, clutching his left ring finger, which seemed to have been burned black. He burned a lot of his spiritual energy to minimize the body parts that could be used as sacrifices.
Thanks to that, he was able to get over it with just one ring finger, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
Shadin chuckled, even as tears fell from his eyes in pain.
Those who betrayed me will pay ten times the price.
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