Volume 7 The Inverted Man Chapter 41 A New Journey
Inside a room of an abandoned ancient castle, sunlight shone through the gaps in the heavy curtains and shone on a dark coffin.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a zipping sound and slowly moved to the side.
With a thud, it fell to the ground.
After a few more seconds, Azek Aegis sat up with a rather blank expression.
At this point, he was dressed in a loose pajamas that had been popular in Rune some years ago, as if he were a nobleman waking up in his own manor.
After a moment’s reprieve, Azk squinted his eyes slightly, looking around like he was confused as to who he was.
He then saw the brilliant sunlight that penetrated the cracks, the dust that danced and floated in the sunlight, and the letters scattered on the table, on the floor, and next to the lid of the coffin.
They seemed like giant snowflakes, covering the place for a small amount of time.
Azk stepped out of the coffin and with a puzzled look on his face, he bent down and picked up one of the letters, opened it and read it.
As he read, some of the blankness disappeared from his face, as if he remembered many past events.
Azk instantly found a chair and sat down, letting all the letters fly in front of him, overlapping like peaks.
He opened one after another, and read one after another, pausing now and then in between for long contemplation, as if he were seriously recalling something.
The sunlight that passed through the cracks in the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time it shone in again.
At this time, Azuk finally finished reading all the letters, and completed a long “meditation” like thinking again and again.
K looked at all the letters have been stacked on the table, slowly, long sigh.
Then, he found out the letter paper, fountain pen and ink that could still be used, and wrote with a gentle expression:
”…… I have awakened to all your letters, and they have made me remember who I am, who you are, and much of the past.”
”Your experiences were more than I could have imagined, both in complexity and splendor, and it was as if I had figured out some of the questions I had before.”
”From these letters, I can feel your happiness, your exhaustion, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you put on your shoulders.”
”I can probably guess the reason why you finally made that choice; if it had been me, I most likely would not have been able to make such a determination.”
”You were, from the beginning, a keeper, from imitating others, to being imitated.”
”Next, I will embark on a journey to trace more of the past and witness the changes in this world.”
”You still seem to be asleep, but no matter, I will write and tell you about the interesting things, interesting customs, and interesting people I have encountered.”
”I think it should be possible to send these letters to you by means of a sacrifice ……”
The golden tip of the pen reflected the sunlight, rustling and sliding across the white paper as it kept writing more and more.
……
Inside the tanning house of a townhouse, Bakerland.
Melissa walked in, holding a little girl who was clearly under ten years old.
”Auntie, Auntie, why here?” The little girl asked suspiciously, “All those stories I’ve been hearing about occult rituals being held in the basement.”
Melissa, who had her hair pulled back and wore glasses, laughed:
”Those were unorthodox occult rituals.”
She then pointed to the altar that had been set up in front of her and the candles that had yet to be lit:
”You may begin.”
”Really?” The little girl glanced sideways at the bright sunlight shining in through the window, “Should I, should I close the curtains?”
”No, that’s fine.” After Melissa replied, she smiled as she watched the little girl, not at all skillfully and unusually clumsily, mimic the way she usually performed her rituals.
During this process, she voiced guidance from time to time, and even did it herself, finally allowing the little girl to complete the front of the ceremony.
”Alright, repeat after me.” Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually settling.
”Uh-huh.” The little girl tried to look serious as well.
Melissa looked at the candles of the altar for a few seconds and spoke slowly, reading in ancient Hermetic:
”Fools not of this age ……”
”Catch the water language then over things single drop of joy to ……” The little girl had not learned the ancient Hermetic language at all, and although she was doing her best to mimic her aunt, she still had no idea what she was saying.
”The mysterious lord above the gray mist ……” continued Melissa.
”Ghost fracture wound drops of holy honey boiled debt ……” the little girl followed in a serious manner.
”The yellow and black king who reigns over good fortune ……” After Melissa had finished reciting each sentence, the candle flame at the very top, without waiting for the little girl to imitate it, swelled to the size of a human head at once.
In the midst of this massive flame, a slippery tentacle with a vaguely sinister pattern, but which one could not clearly see, hesitantly reached out, moving extremely slowly.
The little girl instantly froze and jerked back, hiding behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips and said with a bit of laughter in her soft demeanor:
”Don’t be afraid, go say hello to him.”
The little girl timidly poked her head out from behind her aunt, and saw the scary, slippery tentacle waving gently in the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, as if wiping away dust and waving at herself.
”Go on, don’t be afraid.” Melissa repeated again.
The little girl finally gathered her courage and stepped forward to the front of the altar.
She gabbled some incantation of her own invention, then with a sincere smile, she raised her palm upwards.
The slippery tentacle with the pattern hidden from view paused for several seconds, seeming a bit hesitant and rusty.
Then it lifted gently, curled up slightly, and landed inch after inch.
In the midst of the sunlight, it clapped with the tiny palm.