Warlock Apprentice

The broken node brought great pain which slowly spread onto his entire body.

He was doing something to his heart, which meant a tiny mistake was fatal. Breaking this node meant affecting all the other ones, and it would further damage his other organs.

And Angor was not expecting this.

According to his plan, Angor believed he simply needed to break the lumps of mana in the node which would not cause anything serious. However, the resulting magic surge brought a worse consequence than he thought.

Upon committing the move, he felt all the organs inside his body fell into a seizure. The last thing he knew before fainting was vomiting blood, which… was not just blood. There were parts of flesh in his vomit.

…

Several minutes ago.

Angor lost consciousness as great pain took over all of his inner organs.

However, he woke up in a short time. Also, when he saw the toy soldiers still crossing the barrier, he knew that he did not faint for long.

“You can’t just suicide like that! No! No! You are the biggest serviceman for expanding the territory for Her Highness! Yes!” An emotion came from somewhere above his head.

It was the green toy owl, who was now hovering in the air and staring at Angor in disapproval with those cute, round eyes. There was a stream of green air coming from its beak.

Angor saw the green air entering his body which gave him a chilly yet refreshing feel. It also mended his injuries including the one on his heart.

He even found his limbs healthy as ever.

The bones shattered by Twilight’s attack were now completely recovered. Angor tried to stand up and succeeded without a problem.

It felt amazing! The green air felt amazing!

However, the hole on his shoulder remained the same. It was still releasing white mist.

Angor was somewhat grateful that the owl saved his life, but he still had to finish Sunders’ order.

Not paying any mind to the toy soldiers, his first reaction was to check whether the illusion was broken. Angor noticed that the illusion nodes had disappeared, but the Nightmare Domain was still here and the passage was still left open.

“It didn’t work?!” Angor frowned. He really had nothing left now.

He felt an extra burden returning to his head again, which meant the toy owl perched on his head once more.

Angor rolled his eyes. He really, really did not appreciate the fact that birds, even a toy one, loved to nest in his hair so much.

“Um, can you go somewhere else, Mister Owl? And aren’t you going to follow your soldiers? They already left,” Angor tried.

The owl did not answer.

Angor considered something and spoke again. This time, it was by sending his emotion.

The owl understood him this time albeit not in the way he expected.

“Oi! You! Yes! You! I’m the honorable Sir Ori! Don’t ‘Mister Owl’ me! No! How disrespectful!”

The owl pecked at Angor’s head madly. Despite the toy’s cute look, its beak was pretty solid for the “attacks” to hurt.

“Sir Ori! I’m sorry, s-stop, please!”

The toy owl stopped and released green ripples again. “Remember my name as THE Sir Ori! Yes! Do not get it wrong again! Her Highness bestowed the name upon me, yes! And it is an honor!”

“Yes, sir!” Angor quickly acknowledged.

Angor stroked his hair a little when he saw something else coming to him from the Nightmare Realm—a red fox that was playing with harp and a green leaping frog singing an aria.

“A harp fox and a singing frog??” Out of instinct, Angor “thought” that out loud using the wavelength of his emotion.

“Oh, Fox and Froggy! Just in time, yes! The Queen would love to have professional musicians accompanying her nightwatch!” The toy owl spoke using emotion.

Angor felt something familiar when hearing those names, but he did not really have the time to think about that because he just got a new idea.