Warlock Apprentice

This time, Angor didn’t activate the magic array on the gun.

He simply pulled the trigger while the “white bullet” was in the firing position.

Countless light beams emerged from the barrel, which quickly shrank into one single bullet trail that looked like a comet and sank into the undead presence.

The soul screamed and collapsed on the dirt.

Angor stepped back a bit to observe the outcome.

The soul was trembling madly; her long messy hair had covered her head so Angor could not see her face.

A moment later, the soul became still.

She closed her eyes and resumed meditating.

…

Angor spent three days outside during which he eliminated countless fallen souls. He finally gained six bullets in the cylinder; all ready to be used.

He nearly traveled to every part around Dark Castle. After making sure that no more “white dots” could enter his gun, he put away the revolver and headed back. As a result of his “hard work”, there was not another fallen soul in sight.

When passing through the graveyard, he changed his direction to visit Flowey.

And what he saw under the well surprised him a bit.

Flowey was quietly reading a book in front of a desk. The little girl seemed fine. What shocked Angor was that Flowey’s room had changed completely. She had deconstructed her bed and placed all the wooden planks aside, probably because she wanted to make something with them.

She now had a hanging hammock in the middle of the room as her new bed.

Also, Flower was wearing something different too. Her ordinary yellow overall dress had some flower-shaped decorations on it. Angor quickly realized where they came from when he saw the scissors and cut-out bedsheet on the desk.

It seemed Flowey grew bored and decided to do some handicrafts.

With a flicker of mind, Angor created a second illusion that was full of illusionary materials, such as wood, paper, sewing threads, and fabrics. He placed the “storage illusion” beside the window and hid it there. Flowey should easily notice it.

Without interrupting Flowey, Angor silently left the cave.

He felt happy after seeing Flowey’s interesting crafting attempt. He never expected the little girl to “play” with his illusion in such a way.

Once he learned how to bestow more detailed properties to illusionary objects, he could even try practicing magic array drawing and alchemy in his illusion without having to waste any materials. He wouldn’t do that now because he couldn’t guarantee absolutely correct logics that would be required for delicate works. Still, doing ordinary arts in his illusion should be no problem.

Angor returned to Dark Castle and saw both Greya and Felicia on the first floor.

He was still a little worried that Felicia might question him about the incident the other day or the nature of the “stitch woman”. Therefore, he was pretty surprised when Felicia only welcomed him with a smile.

“Angor dear! Come here.” Greya waved a hand at him.

Angor saw Greya’s expression to be that of a charming woman this time instead of the childishness carried by a small girl.

“Lady Greya?” he tried to call her by her name.

Greya chuckled at Angor’s careful call. “The one and only. The little girl is sleeping right now.”

“The little girl?” Angor somewhat felt as if something clicked in his mind. Still, he complied and sat on the sofa across Greya.

Greya smiled brightly.

“By the way, I found a single special feather on Toby’s body…”