Chapter 822 - Follower’s Oath
Angor had been wondering about this problem as well.
Back in the royal palace, he tried using nightmare energy out of random and never expected it to work. Similarly, he was surprised and would like to ask Freud how this came to happen, but he decided to wait for later and discuss it in private.
“Mister Padt, was that your illusion energy?” asked Freud.
“You can say so.” Angor nodded. Nightmare illusions were a special type of illusions after all.
“Was it the same illusion energy you used for building my room?”
Angor nodded again—he did use nightmare illusions to make the books and various furniture in Freud’s room “real”.
“Then I’m already seeing where to start the next course of my research!” Freud smiled. “Since you can activate the Dream Whelk, we’ll be able to proceed from here and find out more. We just have to summarize our obstacles and solve them one by one.”
As Freud sent his imaginations wild, Angor cleared his throat to pull him back to reality.
“No no no, I can tell you about it, Mister Padt. Can I return to that room? I’ll leave what you need to know on papers.”
Angor nodded and transferred Freud into the Church of the Deceased.
It took Freud about half an hour to compose several notes regarding how to study “Dream Walk”, a level-2 cantrip.
After making sure the tutorial looked good, Angor sent Freud away and placed Tulu, who was still sleeping, onto his Gondola.
“Wait, Mister Padt! Can you keep the illusion here?” Freud saw Angor going to remove the “haunted house” illusion from the orphanage and suddenly called out.
“Why?”
“I want this place to, you know, be peaceful, and surely I don’t want Sunny to wander around killing people again. With the illusion, no one will come and bother us three.”
“Sure.” Angor nodded. “I can let you take control of everything in this illusion, but you won’t be able to modify or analyze it in any way. Hope you understand.”
“It’s fine. Thank you, Mister Padt. You named Sunny’s game as ‘Dead by Daylight’, right? Can I let others inside to play it?”
“Didn’t you just say you don’t want to be bothered?”
“But it looks so fun. If I can return to life somehow, I can use this game as a source of income. You know, there are always people who love spending money just to look for excitement.”
“Compared to treating it as merely an adventure game, I’d suggest that you use this illusion as a training ground for new recruits. Maybe you can earn money better that way.”
When Angor stepped onto his boat to leave, Freud made another difficult decision.
“Hey, Mister Padt… If you truly accomplish the project, can you pay me a visit again?”
“What for?”
“I will swear to Follower’s Oath by then.”