Chapter 412: A Simple Glimpse
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Apart from the strange feeling, Felicia also felt unknown danger, which came from her instinct.
It only made her more excited. As a wizard, she had gone through many different dangerous situations. These usually meant potential destinies.
How dangerous could an ordinary apprentice be anyway?
Felicia’s butterflies began to spread their scales on Angor’s soul.
These scales were actually soul energy, which wasn’t harmful to Angor. As parts of Felicia’s own energy, they could help her observe the condition of Angor.
Previously, Ness could only observe Angor’s soul using his All-Inclusive Illuminator from a distance because Ness couldn’t do as he wished when Sunders was looking. Here, Felicia wasn’t a Soul Manipulator, and the only way she knew for examining souls was to enter them herself.
As the butterfly scales sent information back, Felicia frowned again.
She sensed... sequence power, in Angor’s soul.
“Is this what Isabelle meant by ‘peculiar’?”
Before she could proceed further, another piece of information stopped her.
It seemed there was a stream of extremely pure soul energy joining Angor’s soul, slowly but surely.
Felicia looked toward the source of the information and saw a scar, which lay on the back of Angor’s soul. The scar looked like a normal wound made by a cut, but the wound was releasing the soul energy she sensed earlier, which continuously strengthened Angor’s soul.
Usually, a scar on someone’s soul would only cause an energy leak. Felicia was surprised to see the scar on Angor doing the opposite. Not only that, the energy was of perfect quality. The only problem was that the flow speed was almost negligible.
What kind of wound helps people?
As she believed, if the wound kept giving Angor such soul energy and given enough time, Angor’s soul would become one of the strongest souls recorded in history even if the boy didn’t do any soul training.
Felicia looked at the scar and considered. It looked at an ordinary trauma, but it was strange to find such a thing on someone’s soul. Usually, soul injuries could be healed over time without leaving scars behind... unless they were caused by certain special attacks.
That wound didn’t look like anything related to “special attacks”. Then why wasn’t it healing?
And where did that pure energy come from?
“Do you know your soul has a scar on the backside?” Felicia decided to ask.
“Yes.” Angor sighed.
“How did it happen and what is it?”
“I’ve been wondering about this too, but no one could tell me. Not even my teacher. As for how I got this wound...”
Angor thought about a certain being in the nightmare realm, and his mind quickly grew restless again. “... A woman with stitches on her face. She did this to me,” he said while trying to calm down.
Felicia didn’t sense any untruthful emotions. However, she had no idea what “woman with a stitched face” even meant.
Next, she moved her energy stream closer and tried to reach for the scar.
“Miss Felicia, I suggest that you don’t do this. It might alarm that woman I mentioned.”
“So what?” Felicia scoffed. “You want to know who she is too, right? I’ll help you.”
Angor remained silent again as he felt the familiar itchiness coming from his back.
The next thing he heard was someone screaming madly. It was so sharp and loud that both those inside Dark Castle and Angor, who was in Soul Space, could hear it clearly.
It was Felicia.
Meanwhile, Greya quickly looked up from her dishes. “Hey sis, what happened—”
The little girl suddenly stopped talking. She then continued with a completely different voice, “What’s wrong, Felicia?!”
Her eyes were now showing wisdom instead of childish naivety. “Warrior Barbie” Greya had returned.
Felicia was still screaming; her eyes showed pure fear and disorder. The woman was holding onto Angor’s sleeping form and trying to speak but she couldn’t.
Greya tried to find a solution. Swiftly, she used a cantrip to check Felicia’s condition.
She failed. There was a powerful energy surge around Felicia that stopped her spell.
Next, Greya looked at Angor. Angor was resting on the table peacefully. Greya quickly noticed that Angor’s consciousness wasn’t here. She then looked at the empty wine glass in front of Angor.
“Midnight Butterfly?” Greya muttered after taking a sniff at the glass.
Combined with what she saw, Greya quickly reached a conclusion—Felicia forced her way to examine Angor’s soul and ran into some kind of trouble.
But what trouble could possibly be inside Angor’s soul, which caused so much pain to a wizard? Did Sunders put a trap inside Angor?
Usually, it wasn’t difficult for Greya to help Felicia. Yet her strength and soul energy weren’t complete right now.
Felicia suddenly clawed at the table. While creating sharp noises, her nails left several trails on the surface.
“This is—” Greya instantly understood that Felicia was trying to leave a message.
Using their secret communication codes invented by Candy House, Greya managed to read two words—Soul Guidance.
Greya got the idea and summoned a pile of strange cooking materials in her hand.
“Spiritualism Soup.”
The soup was another of Greya’s original dish. It had a similar effect as Soul Attractor, which was to attract someone’s soul out of Soul Space.
Slowly, Greya created a floating sphere of liquid nearby while breathing heavily. She didn’t have the physical strength to cook special dishes right now. She was spending her own soul energy.
However, feeding the soup to Felicia didn’t yield any results. The woman was still screaming in pain.
Between the blinks of her consciousness, Felicia forced her lips to work by burning away the foundation of her strength.
“GIVE IT TO... HIM!”
There was blood coming between her clenched teeth.
Greya quickly placed her soup in front of Angor’s nose.
As the enchanted smell disappeared into another dimension, a trail of lightning suddenly illuminated the area outside Dark Castle.
Greya’s power slowly dragged Angor’s soul away from Soul Space.
When Angor’s soul finally left the protection of his spirit grassland, Felicia stopped yelling and reopened her bloodshot eyes.
“What just happened, Felicia?” Greya quickly went to help her friend.
“He... he... His soul—”
“His soul? Is it a trap?” Greya scowled. “I told you not to do anything stupid to the boy, why won’t you listen?!”
“There... there... there must be, something, that left a mark on his soul. And she saw me. Oh my god, those eyes... she just looked at me, and she almost broke my mind.
“I-it tried to reach for my consciousness, it almost, grasped my brain! Just by LOOKING AT ME, Greya!”
“She?? It’s not Mister Phantom?”
Felicia was clearly surprised by that. “So he’s Phantom Master’s student?!”
“I thought you knew! Yes, Mister Sunders took him in.”
Felicia shook her head weakly. “I didn’t see Mister Phantom. It’s some... woman. I didn’t see her clearly, but there are stitches on her face...”
“Stitches?” Greya suddenly remembered something. “Is she wearing a crown? Red hair? Face sutured all over?”
“I... am not sure. What, you know her?”
Greya covered her head and trembled. “I don’t know. I think I saw her before but... you know, I’ve forgotten a lot. What you described makes me feel scared...”
They took a moment to recollect their spirits.
Someone that scared Greya by a mere faint memory and broke Felicia’s mind by a simple glimpse?
Who was she?
A legendary being? But wasn’t southern wizarding region void of legendaries for a long time?
As they went over their minds, terrified, the lightning strikes outside Dark Castle were getting more intense as if another crisis were imminent.
The castle was no stranger to such hazardous weather, but somehow, its residents felt a terrible chill assaulting their bodies.
Thump!
Angor’s body abruptly jerked backward and leaned against his chair.
A hand slowly emerged from his chest...