Calling...thus attracting beings from another world?

It was as if a flash of inspiration flashed across his mind. Before Klein could catch it, he saw the girl nodding lightly.

"Well, that does explain the origin of this letter."

He felt a little uneasy as he watched her pick up the unsigned letter with one hand.

"...Then, do you want to open it and take a look?"

To be honest, aside from his vigilance and fear of unknown dangers, he was actually a little curious about the things inside.

Alice shook her head:

"Open? No, I want it to go back to where it came from."

She didn't see any movement. Klein saw that the surface of the silver Ouroboros ring on her little finger seemed to light up. As the girl's voice read out three short stanzas, the letter in her hand seemed to be

Wrapped in an invisible whirlpool, he completely lost his trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only an unknown strong wind blowing in the room that fluttered the curtains.

"——I don't intend to act on other people's ideas before I can determine whether they have good intentions or bad intentions."

As if she noticed his gaze, Alice turned her eyes, a malicious light flashing in her eyes.

"Just in time, I will take the time to investigate this mysterious sender in the next few days. If you are free, you can come and help me with some chores."

"...I'll think about it," Klein replied hesitantly.

"Twenty pounds."

"We can start tomorrow afternoon!...Wait a minute, where did you get so much money!" Klein subconsciously agreed and realized something was wrong only after he agreed.

"Well, didn't I say that?" Alice smiled and raised her hand to touch her lips, "I composed an impromptu ditty for my employer, Ms. Danitaly, and she gave it to me.

……bonus?"

...ah this.

Klein's expression suddenly became a little wonderful.

…

That night, Klein was worried that the strange letter would come back, so he took his notes and stayed in Alice's room to review his occult knowledge, observing from time to time whether there was anything unusual on the desk.

What made him breathe a sigh of relief was that no longer mysteriously delivered letters appeared in Alice's room or the mailbox at the door of his house.

It looks like I can have a good sleep tonight.

...Everything was perfect except for the look on his sister Melissa's face when she saw him entering Alice's room, which made him extremely embarrassed.

Unknowingly, the crimson moon outside the window gradually rose to the sky, and the night was getting darker. The noise from nearby residents no longer came from the street. Ordinary citizens living in Tingen ended their tired or leisurely day.

Lying on the bed and falling asleep.

When Klein broke away from his state of concentration, he finally remembered to take out his pocket watch and take a look at the time. The pointer on the dial was already pointing to eleven o'clock.

...Oops, I accidentally stayed in her room so late!

Klein reacted, hurriedly closed his notes, stood up from the seat next to the door, and subconsciously cast his gaze towards where Alice was lying on the bed, reading a book.

...seems to have already fallen asleep hugging the pillow.

Peeping at a girl's sleeping face was really not a graceful behavior, so Klein had to look away, help her turn off the lights in the room, and prepare to leave.

But before leaving, he couldn't help but take a look, and found that although she was sleeping peacefully and her sleeping posture was quite regular, her shoulders and thighs revealed a large area of ​​white, tender and delicate skin, and the quilt was far away on the single bed.

the other end of.

The temperature in Tingen is not very high after dark, but it is more likely to catch a cold near midnight.

So Klein recited several times silently that this was a normal act out of good intentions. He walked over and covered her with the quilt, then turned and left the room, leaving the faint fragrance in the room behind the door.

the other side of.

…

A few hours ago.

East District, Delia Street, a certain house without lights or candles.

The voice was hoarse due to the long-term uninterrupted chanting, and there was a faint echo in the empty, cold, and dark basement, making the whispers and almost murmuring chanting in the room full of people feel a sense of madness and chaos.

.

In the center of the basement, there stood an alien statue with an evil appearance and a vague face.

It was an image of a strange god that could not be described in any orthodox classics. It had twisted and weird long horns, a dangerous and ferocious tail like bone spurs, a pair of broken wings on its waist, and its whole body was covered in ominous blood.

Painted with weird symbols.

The entire basement was deliberately laid out as a scene of ritual magic, and the cauldron placed under the statue of the god was filled with bloody sacrifices that were believed to be loved by the gods. The only performer of the ritual knelt in the middle of the lit candles.

Wearing a large black robe, he continued chanting in a painful and weak tone.

If there are any survivors who have experienced the Clover massacre here and step forward to lift this man's black robe, he will definitely recognize this round and kind face.

He called himself Tris and was as shy as a girl, but he became a hero in the hearts of the survivors of the Alfalfa, leading them to overcome despair and madness - but this was not the case.

"Instigator" Tris, in order to complete the mission assigned to him by senior figures, took the initiative to board the Alfalfa and caused this tragedy of killing each other among the passengers.

After successfully completing this task, he should have been praised by the mysterious figure from the top when he returned to the shore, and got the next stage of potion formula and materials from her. However, he did not expect that there were personnel changes at the top, and it seemed that there were still

It affected myself.

He was taken by a woman wearing a mysterious black robe to meet another woman also wearing a black robe. Judging from the respectful attitude of the former towards the latter, Tris believed that he had been "transferred" to a big shot with a better background.

After picking up his woman, Tris heard others calling her "Lady Mourning."

But he soon stopped thinking about guessing the identity of the deceased lady and her serial level.

This woman, who still showed her graceful figure in a black robe, gave him a task and a note saying that as long as he could successfully complete the task, he would win the favor of a certain saint from the top of the religious order...

appreciation.

Tris believed that there would be no such thing as pie-in-the-sky good things in the world, but he believed in himself even more. Whether the task was to assassinate some noble lord, or to recreate the tragedy of the Alfalfa, he was confident that he could complete it.

.

Unfortunately, his confidence only lasted for a few seconds, until he saw the second line of text written in Hermetic on the note.

"Then please complete it well, Tris." The mourning lady let out a low laugh, "You will not be allowed to interrupt the ceremony until you successfully get a response from our great master, otherwise...otherwise, the consequences will be,

You probably don’t need me to warn you.”

……certainly.

Tris knew that such an evil and filthy name could not be any god recorded in the canon.

He tried to refuse politely, but the mourning lady just stood there, making him gradually weak. His exhausted body no longer had the energy to complete the flexible movements of the "assassin". The cough that escaped from his throat reminded him of the taste he had tasted in his childhood.

The smell of death.

Tris gave in.

He came to the basement that had been arranged by the mourning lady, knelt in front of the statue, numbly and hollowly recited the three-part description of the honorable name in Hermetic language, which was full of unknown fear——

"The ruler of the end and nothingness..."

"Your humble servant prays for your mercy."

"Your little followers beg you to send down your gift."

"Please give me guidance and the strength to bring the messenger of the mourning lady Angela to your sacred residence. Your loyal servants will offer you the first blessing of the end..."

...The unknown evil god never responded.

Tris never stopped chanting, even if his spirit was almost dry, the tingling started from his head and spread downwards, his throat was thirsty and his voice was hoarse.

He could feel the gaze behind him.

The mourning lady was in the reflection of the mirror behind him, quietly watching his every move.

However, what made him tremble even more was another looming virtual image beside the mourning lady.

For no reason, that incomplete virtual image brought great fear to Tris. It seemed to be a deformed monster dormant in the shadows, with countless pairs of densely packed eyes open or closed, indifferent and ruthless like a cold-blooded animal.

Looking down at his soul,

If you stop, you will die.

If it stops, it will be torn apart.

As long as you stop, it will turn into meat paste alive.

Just stop…

His destiny will also stop here.

The chanting, which was similar to a whisper, continued, even though Tris had lost consciousness, and relied on instinct to recite the prayer that was almost memorized.

He couldn't feel hungry, couldn't feel the warmth and coldness around him, and even began to find it difficult to distinguish the difference between the crazy ravings in his mind and the tone of his chanting in reality.

Maybe, his soul has long been contaminated by that unknown evil existence...

Such thoughts only flashed through Tris's mind before being crushed into the remains of thoughts by other crazy thoughts that were almost out of control.
To be continued...