Warlock Apprentice

The voice came from a distance, yet everyone heard it loud and clear.

“Who is it?!” Felicia was the first one to respond. She should definitely, for she already planned to take the Mystery item away. Anyone here to interfere was her enemy.

However, the voice sounded like it came from someone from Dark Castle, and what she said seemed “legit” enough.

Angor’s alchemy attempt was unique and unrepeatable because it combined coincidental factors including all the soul energy collected from Black Forest, Scorched Earth, and the mass graveyard.

He used the souls gathered by Dark Castle over the last thousand years as a resource to challenge the title of a master alchemist, so the strange voice was right to accuse him of stealing.

It wasn’t really a serious mistake in the wizarding world, but it was considered an offense nevertheless. Angor already thought about this while making the weapon, and he wouldn’t protest now.

The voice was also true that the souls were “nugatory” since Dark Castle had no use for them. They wouldn’t blame Angor at all if he were simply here to kill the undead souls for fun. Rather, they might even thank him for getting rid of the undead that swarmed out there.

However, wizards pursued profit. Now that Angor created something extremely valuable, the other wizards would not hesitate to use their moral ground to gain something out of Angor.

Double standard. Such was the way.

Everyone knew it. But still, the voice spoke truly in the views of Dark Castle, and Angor could not deny his “crime”.

Since the mysterious female speaker pointed out that what Angor took away was useless, it meant there was still room for negotiation.

The voice didn’t mind Felicia’s protest. It spoke to Angor again.

“Today, you steal the assets of my Dark Castle, and I must stop you. Here, I will claim half of that Mystery soul. Consider it a price you have to pay.”

The Mystery energy in Angor’s weapon immediately halted and began to disperse toward another direction.

“STOP IT!” Felicia bellowed in rage. “A long-dead soul wants to have Mystery energy? That’s a hideous joke!”

While speaking, Felicia already moved to attack the source of the voice.

Angor decided not to join the fight since someone already yelled at the greedy presence. He didn’t recognize the woman in front of him, but judging from the floating butterflies around her, she had to be the one who had been monitoring his moves.

From one corner of the blood prison, another girl with silver hair and icy-white iris slowly entered their sight.

Felicia unleashed her attack right at this girl. Yet it only took the strange girl a simple gesture to completely grind Felicia’s butterflies to pieces.

“I’m speaking for my Dark Castle. Why do you, an outsider, meddle with the matter?” the silver-haired girl questioned.

“Humph! I forced him into a chance to finally create that treasure. How can YOU just come and take it? Useless, discarded souls in exchange for a world-class treasure? Is Dark Castle shameless?!” Felicia yelled, “Now speak. Who are you and why did you possess the body of an apprentice? Do you not want to show your face because you don’t want anybody to hear about this joke?”

While the two women spoke, Angor received a message from his Spirit Bond, which was sent by Shadow.

“Hey, look at that woman. Isn’t that Venees? Man, she looks ‘cooler’ all of a sudden!”

“You were right. There IS something wrong in Ice Cave. Something took Venees’ body. And those powers look like wizard-level,” Angor replied. He considered and said, “You were right beside Venees back then, right? Why didn’t it possess you instead?”

“Duh. That sounds like a woman, right? Her choice was obvious.”

The silver-haired “Venees” suddenly changed the subject. “Telling from the memories of this body… You’re Felicia, no? My disciple invited you to Dark Castle to stay here temporarily. Like I said, an outsider. And you would question my reason for minding the problem inside Dark Castle?”

“Your disciple? You mean… Isabella?” Felicia was shocked. “You’re Isabelle?”

“Venees” nodded.

“She’s Lady Isabelle?” Shadow also yelled through Spirit Bond. “Didn’t she leave the southern wizarding region a long time ago?”

“Felicia… Felicia from Butterfly Tavern?” Angor was more curious about the other presence right now.

“Yeah!” Shadow nodded. “Well I told you about ‘Lady Butterfly’ many times and you didn’t realize who that is?”

Angor never learned about Felicia’s title before. And since Felicia was here…

Did Flowey meet the actual “Warrior Barbie” Greya back down the well?

But Flowey described “Greya” as a tiny girl not much bigger than herself. That sounded way too different than the Greya in Angor’s memory. So did Greya use something to change her shape?

On the other side, Felicia and Isabelle had finished their conversation. Felicia would totally respect this great wizard who created a brand new era for wizards a thousand years ago.

Still, she could not believe that Isabelle really came.

It seemed Isabelle didn’t intend to prove herself either. With another simple gesture, a dark, glowing soul emerged from the ground and tied Felicia’s body up.

Felicia was terrified to realize that she could do nothing to shake free. The presence in front of her was only a soul who possessed a foreign body, which meant the real being actually possessed way more strength.

Upon realizing the gap in their strengths, Felicia chose to stay silent.

Isabelle walked past Felicia and approached Angor. The Mystery energy in Angor’s creation was still leaving for Isabelle.

“You have a peculiar soul…” Isabelle gazed at Angor with a plain look. “It both attracts me and… scares me, just a little. This soul remnant I left in Ice Cave cannot exist much longer. I was planning to observe you and use your body as my host.

“But you actually created something with a Mystery soul inside… Then I will not risk invading your body. I’m taking half of that Mystery soul in exchange.”

Angor had no idea if Isabelle spoke the truth. However, it was obvious that his creation couldn’t retain its true strength now, and he could do nothing about it since a legendary wizard was here.

It was impossible to gain a Mystery item when half of its strength was gone, which meant his opportunity of challenging the title of “Mystery Alchemist” had slipped.

It was unfortunate, but Angor didn’t really feel bad. The great success wasn’t expected at all. It was already a good thing that he didn’t die in that uncontrollable omen.

Finally, Angor’s Mystery soul was cut down to half by Isabelle while Felicia watched everything happening helplessly.

Angor’s new revolver reverted to a common mid-tier item. Before he could examine his creation, Isabelle swiftly took it from his hand.

Angor revealed an irritated look, just briefly. He could only endure the rage because he was in front of a powerful being mighty enough to command a wizard army.

When Angor thought he had to say goodbye to his revolver too, Isabelle handed it back to him.

“It’s mid-tiered, but it still has a small trace of Mystery energy inside. I’m letting you figure out the nature of it on your own.”

After absorbing the Mystery energy, Isabelle looked a lot more relaxed—she needed some time to “digest” her new meal.

The woman in Venees’ body glanced at Angor one last time, somewhat apologetically this time.

“One week. Come to Spirit Realm on floor B2. After one week, I shall give you a special destiny. Consider it a reward, after which we’ll not talk about today’s matter again.”

With that, Isabelle turned away and disappeared.

After she left, the soul that was restraining Felicia also vanished. Felicia still felt extremely disturbed after failing to get another Mystery item, but there was no way she could vent her anger out in front of a legendary wizard.

She still had Angor though.

“Come with me and join Candy House. Or else…” Felicia was showing her worst rage against Angor while speaking.

Both Angor and Shadow were surprised by the sudden demand. Shadow knew that Felicia would realize Angor’s value after the incident, but he still didn’t expect Felicia to “hijack” the talented apprentice of Brute Cavern so openly.

Of course, Felicia couldn’t afford to offend Brute Cavern under broad daylight. She believed that Brute Cavern wouldn’t really mind the fate of an insignificant apprentice. Besides, a lot of apprentices who wandered around the world would often die from unexpected crises.

Since Angor was pretty far from Brute Cavern now… It would definitely happen.