Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 644 - The Fate of the Mirror Ghost
Chapter 644: Chapter 644: The Fate of the Mirror Ghost
Chapter 644: Chapter 644: The Fate of the Mirror Ghost
“Redanput? Sevier?”
Only then did Shard realize the middle names of the two ladies; before this, he had only known during the summer exam week that Dorothy’s middle initial was R.
“Push open the Four Elements gate, thus witnessing the Path of Sublimation.”
On the snowy street in the mirror, where there were originally no matchsticks or ritual circle, three hundred and sixty-five matchsticks identical to those in the attic suddenly appeared out of nowhere, along with a ritual circle centered on the sun, moon, stars, and a simple human figure diagram.
The ritual circles inside and outside the mirror were completely connected as a whole. To Shard, who was divided by the mirror’s reflection, this bizarre scene seemed inexplicably appropriate.
“Push open the Four Elements gate, thus witnessing the Path of Sublimation.”
“Push open the Four Elements gate, thus witnessing the Path of Sublimation.”
As the last sentence was finally recited, Shard immediately pulled away the hands of the two who were touching the mirror. Although the pain did not completely disappear, Shard believed it should lessen somewhat. However, their situation remained bleak; in the mirror, Lecia was completely limp, slumped next to Shard, with her Ring of Fate shadowy and insubstantial. Outside the mirror, Dorothy was barely maintaining consciousness due to the increase in her strength, but she also seemed on the brink of collapse.
At the same time, using sorcery, Shard commanded the four pre-prepared matchsticks to fly from Dorothy’s pocket to in front of him:
“Maze Lock—Little Match Girl!”
The extremely incomplete Maze Lock unfolded again, affecting both the interior and exterior of the mirror:
“First, the Beginning of the First Ring!”
The first matchstick was lit, then blown out by Shard, and its stem turned into a point of light that flew into the ritual circle on the ground.
These words should have been spoken by Dorothy, but she was now unable to speak.
“Second, Second Ring Foundation of Life!”
The second matchstick was lit, then blown out by Shard, and its stem turned into a point of light that flew into the ritual circle on the ground.
The Ring of Fate behind Dorothy began spinning rapidly, and steam mist gradually enshrouded the Brass Ring. Shard could feel the sweat and heat from those two palms that seemed utterly powerless; they were really at their limits.
“Third, Secret of Three Ring Souls!”
The third matchstick was lit, then blown out by Shard, and its stem turned into a point of light that flew into the ritual circle on the ground.
Although Lecia had already lost consciousness, her Ring of Fate became clearer once again. Because Dorothy’s Ring of Fate was enveloped in white mist, the Spirit Runes were not visible, whereas Lecia’s Core Spirit Runes of [Role Playing], [Writer], and [Princess] were simultaneously flickering with spiritual light, completely unbeknownst to the Ring’s owner.
“Fourth, Path of Four-Ring Ascension!”
The final matchstick was lit, then blown out by Shard, and its stem turned into a point of light that flew into the ritual circle on the ground.
Among the steam whistle and bell sounds, the mist dissipated, and the Five-Ring Sorcerer’s Ring of Fate, belonging to Dorothy, appeared above her. Then, due to Dorothy’s semi-conscious state, it began to fade away little by little.
Shard looked towards Lecia; she struggled to open her eyes, and showed Shard a laborious smile, then disappeared within the mirror. Feeling the increasing strength of the Whisper Element from the mirror in his pocket, Shard hurriedly emerged from the mirror.
“Dorothy! Dorothy!”
He sat down on the ground, picked up the golden-haired girl, and placed his palm that was radiating silvery light onto her forehead:
“Cyndia’s Silvermoon Blessing.”
With Lecia’s departure, the pain completely vanished, and she was gradually getting better. Hearing Shard’s call, Dorothy weakly opened her eyes. Her entire body was soaked from the sweating caused by intense pain, and her body temperature was abnormally high. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead due to sweat, but those emerald eyes carried a weak smile:
“I, I succeeded, Shard, I really did.”
“It’s all that damn Mirror Ghost’s fault!”
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Thinking of it, Shard felt an urge to grind the opponent into dust.
The golden-haired girl took deep breaths and whispered:
“No, I have a hunch that even without that Mirror Ghost, this problem would have emerged, Lecia and I… You don’t need to worry about her; she has her Maid taking care of her… Oh, no!”
Dorothy’s eyes suddenly widened in alarm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Mirror Ghosts can only move through the nearest mirror and tend to attack any living creature.”
This kind of Evil Spirit is more aggressive than its counterparts.
“Yes… that’s terrible!”
Shard also realized what Dorothy was worried about:
“Mia on the second floor!”
“You go downstairs first; I’ll follow right behind you.”
After carefully setting Dorothy down, Shard rushed down from the attic. After the Mirror Ghost disappeared, he simplified the ritual due to the urgency but still took three or four minutes to complete it. He couldn’t bear to imagine if the Evil Spirit had really attacked Mia in the meantime, what scene he might find on the second floor.
[No need to worry, that cat…]
“Don’t console me.”
Shard, with a confused mind, couldn’t even recall how he dashed from the third floor back to the second. He only remembered slamming open the bedroom door and then, just in time, heard Mia’s “piercing scream.”
“Lagre’s Leap!”
He stepped directly from the doorway into the washroom area where the door was open, and immediately saw the terrifying visage of the Evil Spirit, which had returned to its ominous form in the mirror above the washbowl, reaching out to grab the cat perched there.
The small orange cat twisted its body, its tail with two “heavy objects” attached lashed out violently at the Evil Spirit emerging from the mirror.
The shrill scream almost shattered Shard’s eardrums. The [Transmutation Ring] and [Fish Training Ring] struck the Evil Spirit simultaneously as the cat whipped its tail, and the consequences of the Whisper Element infection caused by the Relic coming into contact with a spirit are twofold.
One possibility is the direct collapse of the spiritual body; the other is that the Whisper Element turns the soul into something even more terrifying, and the latter is the more likely scenario.
But this time, the cat seemed to be lucky; the “tail heavy strike” created a small hole in the Evil Spirit that protruded out of the mirror, and then, starting from the wound, the Mirror Ghost actually collapsed.
“Want to die? It’s not that easy!”
Shard scooped up his cat with one hand and grabbed the dissipating Evil Spirit with the other. Relying on his ability to directly contact spiritual bodies, he forcibly dragged it out of the mirror.
With anger coursing through him, he dragged the cold evil spirit to the kitchen and picked up an empty wine bottle. He set the curious cat on the dining table, supporting the bottom with one hand and the neck with the other:
“Blood Brew!”
The evil spirit, on the verge of collapse, had almost no resistance left. The white light spots remaining from the disintegrating soul were actually sucked into the bottle. The process lasted half a minute before Shard sealed the bottle with a cork.
Exhausted, Dorothy had also reached the door of Room One on the second floor. Seeing the lively orange cat safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief and, leaning weakly against the doorframe, said:
“To prevent accidents during the ritual, I placed a Silence Charm in your house in advance. The screams from before wouldn’t have carried outside… I didn’t place any on the second floor, only at the staircase. Even if your neighbors heard it, they would have only heard a faint sound, probably thinking it was a woman screaming.”
“Dorothy!”
Shard put down the bottle and went to support Dorothy. After getting the blonde girl comfortable on his bed, he quickly went downstairs, feeling the Corpse-Hiding Mirror was on the verge of losing control, and stuffed it into God’s Gift Chest. Even though God’s Gift Box could suppress out-of-control relics, Shard was still not at ease and placed the gift box at the feet of the ancient god, The Primordial Rift.
The mirror immediately calmed down.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and, taking the wine bottle, returned to the side bedroom. By now, Mia had already run in on her own; she was dissatisfied with the woman occupying the bed. Even though Dorothy had taken care of her, Mia still regarded the bed as inviolable territory.
“Don’t sit up.”
He placed the bottle of wine on the table and helped Dorothy to sit up before bringing her some hot tea:
“How are you feeling now?”
He asked with concern.
“Still a bit weak, but much better.”
Even though she said this, the blonde girl’s lips were still pale, and the cold sweat on her face hadn’t disappeared.
“Stay here for the night. I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Shard didn’t want to go to the first floor in case something happened at night and he couldn’t hear it. As for the master bedroom of Room One on the second floor, it belonged to Detective Sparrow. Shard had yet to change the decoration inside and didn’t want to move in himself.
“I’ll heat some water for you. Take a bath later, sleeping like this will be uncomfortable.”
He added.
“Okay.”
She lay there as Shard, by the gas lamp at the head of the bed, lay in bed gazing at her with slanted, green eyes:
“I owe you one for tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it, but where did that Mirror Ghost come from? Did it escape from another resident’s home at Saint Delan Square? I think I should set up a ritual around this house to defend against evil spirits. Perhaps Dawn Chapel would be willing to help.”
Shard spoke with concern. He was now sitting on a stool by the bed, and the cat was perched beside the pillow, looking at the person on the pillow with a displeasure that even Shard could see.
He didn’t suspect the Mirror Ghost was originally in the house, because he had checked many times. Number Six, although rumored to be a haunted house, truly had no evil spirits.
“The Mirror Ghost doesn’t matter. Without it, Lecia would still have appeared in the mirror.”
Dorothy said again softly, her right hand emerging from under the covers and grabbing Shard’s hand, still burning hot:
“I just saw you imprison a soul?”
“Yes.”
Shard pointed towards the wine bottle:
“Although the power of the evil spirit has become very weak due to the erosion of the Whisper Element, I think drinking this ‘Blood Brew’ made from the soul could still heal the soul’s trauma. Would you like to…”
“Do you think I am a demon that devours souls?”
The blonde girl shook her head slightly, refusing. Normal people in this world do not wish to consume souls, just as Shard is not willing to drink human blood.
“Okay then, let’s make it disappear quickly.”
Shard said, glaring fiercely at the bottle. With a swipe of his hand beside him, a dark rift immediately opened. He uncorked the bottle and poured the entire bottle of soul-made Blood Brew into the Land of Death.
Having done this, he stood up to prepare hot water. Although there were steam pipes, the water from the steam pipes couldn’t be drunk directly or be used for bathing:
“I’m going to tidy up the couch. And by the way, do you want some midnight snack?”
“If there are snacks, bring some over.”
She bit her lip and said, watching Shard stand up, stretching out her hand to hold his:
“Shard, about tonight…”
Feeling the weakness in her body, the blonde-haired, green-eyed girl shook her head again:
“Never mind. May I kiss you?”
Shard nodded in surprise:
“Of course. I’m also glad you asked first.”
Most girls he encountered were nowhere near as polite.
“And don’t laugh, they indeed never ask.”
Shard thought to himself as he lowered his head to let Dorothy kiss his cheek, then went outside to get busy.
The lying blonde girl propped herself up in bed, leaning against the headboard, covered with Shard’s blanket. She first glanced at the displeased cat by the pillow with a smile, then looked out the window.
The window of the side bedroom faced west, toward Yordle Palace. She could see the hazy starlight, the red, yellow, and silver moons, and the peaceful night of this autumn evening:
“I’ve finally become an Inner Ring Sorcerer… Monday is the last day of the Month of Harvest.”
This also meant that a good part of the autumn season had passed:
“Lecia… Shard…”
She muttered to herself, not knowing what she was thinking of, a tender smile appearing on her face.
