Chapter 385: 385 Winter Visit, Part 5 - Liberation

"Did you do it?

"Doom."

The shadow behind Hidun rises and forms the shape of a boy. As Hidun called it, he was a doom.

"Oh, I'll die soon"

"You sound like a great witch, you Baba. You're gonna make it into a demon king ingredient, aren't you?

"Just the eyes. I have someone to talk to. Leave this place once, but you wait here."

"Ho. Well, if it weren't for you, it wouldn't be easy to move in this town full of boundaries. Come back soon, will you?

"You don't have to tell me. It's not easy for me to infiltrate this town. If I had to run errands, I'd leave town like this. I'm busy."

"That's the same here. But you killed that man, didn't you?

"I have a pile of other jobs. There's a lot of work you guys can't do."

"You're gonna tell me."

Doom looked at Hidun naggingly. But those eyes are never laughing. Hidun also stares at Doom. I have no intention of falling behind Doom, Hidun, but I haven't cared about his presence since I first saw him somehow. He's the one who can't wipe away a bad feeling.

"Well, no, I'll wait here, so let me just get this over with."

"Oh, I'll be back in less than a quarter"

Quick as I can tell, Hidun's figure scratched out. Doom was honestly impressed only there that he was a better lurker than himself who could assimilate to darkness and shadows.

And where I was left, Meeshattress lying with blood spitting at Doom and at his feet. Looking at that girlfriend, Doom slapped her hand like she had come up with a good thing.

"That's right! We're gonna do it anyway, so we should take out the demon eye while we're alive, right? So while you're alive, can I have some of those eyes? Well, Grandma, I was wondering if you could look up a little bit so I could squint your eyes easily."

Doom said so, leaning back on Meeshattress to kick him with his leg. And crouch like a peek into that face.

Then Doom looked closer to his ear from the point of interest as Meeshattress was making his mouth puff somehow.

"Grandma, what is it?"

"... this..."

As Meeshattress was about to get her hands on some nostalgia, Doom ripped the clothes roughly and took it out.

"Grandma, is this it?

What Doom took in his hand was like a black, little incense furnace. Doom stares seriously at its incense furnace enough to hold it in at the size of Doom's hand.

"What the hell? Grandma, what is this..."

"... this is it, okay... the last hand..."

"Hey, Baba? Oh, my God, he's dying... whoa!

Shortly after Doom confirms Meeshattress's death, its incense furnace emits black light. And at the same time that light subsided, Osiria appeared on the spot.

"Doom, what's wrong?

"... I feel so neat. Right. You Orange Bull bastard, were you brainwashing me? Seriously, that's annoying. I don't know what to do, he... it's not enough to kill him normally."

"Doom, you're back to sanity"

The moment Doom said something noisy, Osiria hugged him. Doom is surprised at how it looks.

"Dude, what's going on? Did Osiria know I was being manipulated?

"Yeah, because it doesn't work like magic on me. But don't tell me because there's nothing I can do about it. Poorly, I thought I'd be more restrained."

"I see, did this grandmother solve that for you? I have to thank you, for this Baba."

But Doom kicked Meachatress's body even harder. That, too, sounds like a lot of fun.

"Do you really appreciate it?

"I appreciate it. Come on! 'Cause even though I'm free, I gave up chopping up this old lady."

"Not because I'm here?

"Ha, you say so too!

Doom tried to kiss Osiria, but his neck was bent 180 degrees by Osiria. And while Doom fixes that neck, he tries to go after Osiria, who is not connected.

"Wait, Osiria. I can't seem to move from here."

"I can move. Because every sorcery doesn't work on me. So no matter the magic of the Holy Spirit, you are free to enter and leave Arnelia"

"It's convenient, Osiria... yes, I thought about it!

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Doom stretched his neck desperately and began to whisper in Osiria's ear. In that word, Osirian red eyes begin to shine. And at the end of Doom's story, Osiria pulled that head and mouthed it with momentum that just threw Doom's neck off.

"I knew you were the best."

"... I hope you'll be nice to kiss me if you can."

"What better way to prepare than that? Enough with recently collected artifacts?

"No, I still have something I want. Maybe it's like this incense furnace, so I want the last two. Tomorrow, you need the Dragon Tears and the Sleeping Pills. I'd also like to know the weaknesses of the Orange Bull after..."

"I know."

What Osiria said about rustling, Doom gets a little nervous.

"Really!? How do you know that?"

"I thought the time would come to say this sooner or later. I didn't like him either, so I was trying to get him in trouble sometime. Because magic doesn't work on me, I was able to infiltrate his workshop, ignoring his thought-guided witchcraft traps and perception-inhibiting witchcraft."

"I see, that would have been a blind spot for him, too. So what's his weakness?

"Give me your ear."

Hearing what Osiria said, Doom's grin gradually becomes an evil object. And after hearing everything, he started to twirl and laugh.

"Hey, what the hell! Does he have that weakness?

"Yes, you mean the creature in question. It's fundamentally different from us."

"I see, I see. That's a quick story. Looks like we could do something interesting with the combination of artifacts we collected before. After that, it's how you get what you want, but..."

"That's on me, too. We need to use that place."

"That place...?

Doom worries for 10 seconds. He let his face shine, like he flashed something.

"I see, that's likely! If you succeed in that... you can aim for three birds a stone or four!!

"What do you mean?

"Actually..."

They whose ears Doom begins to pound on Osiria and thrive again. It's their evil. They didn't know you were going to die.

"Mother!"

"What's up, my dear boy"

A full-body white girl from her hair to her toes jumped on an equally full-body white woman. The girl called the woman her mother and held her as long as she could.

This is in a temple wrapped in light. In the warm sun, in a building transparent to the ceiling, was wrapped in relentless glare. Thin water tension on the ground would also be a dazzling factor. But the two women seemed very comfortable and were playing in it.

Are they both highly identifiable women? There were a number of women beside them. Dressed in thin silk, almost naked, these were women whose skin was white and very beautiful, clear again. There is no whiteness about the mother and child in the center, but it may still have looked more human than the two in the center just to have some pigment. That's all the two people in the center were shining inhuman enough. In contrast to the two shags, the women sit at equal intervals and do not move flat and tingly again. It was like a stone statue, but given that their chests were slightly up and down, their hearts were definitely moving.

The characters of a beautiful and fantastic sight, like that one painting at a time, start making noisy remarks that do not suit the atmosphere.

"Mother. Finally dead, that abominable traitor Baba."

"Ugh. Finally, she's dead, that old lady. She's been on the run for over 100 years, and she's been really busy. I'm sorry you're dead."

"But I appreciate it, too, me. 'Cause I think I'm gonna see my black sister because of that guy."

"Oh, she'll live till she meets you."

To my mother's inquiry, the girl shook her neck wide and vertically.

"Yeah, we'll meet soon. Because that's our destiny."

"Well, it's no exaggeration to say you're a pair. I'm sure we'll be involved for a long time to come. But there are a lot of obstacles to that."

"Orangeable, isn't it? Sure, I don't see that future, but that sister is sure to get over it. 'Cause if you don't, I'll conquer a world like this in no time."

The girl spinned her words on her mother's lap, trying to bounce pompous. The mother strokes the head gently.

"Hey, easy toys to get are boring, huh?

"That's right. But I can't even bore the toys I don't get. So all that sister has to do is add some hua to my life. Let my life be funny. That's all you need. Ahhh, I was wondering if I could see you soon, to your sister in Alphilis."

"Patience for a while now, La Forse"

"Yes, Mother La Millishire"

The girl snorted loudly in her mother's hand.

Continued

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