Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 809 Falling into despair?

Amid the high temperature and smoke, Amon's figure was looming.

The black soft hat on his head had disappeared, revealing his short black hair. His equally black eyes did not show any emotions such as surprise or anxiety. He looked at the messy room as if he was watching a battle that did not belong to him.

A figure flashed out from the broken mirror in the corner of the wall. In one hand, Angel held an ice spike made of ice that was emitting white mist in the high temperature. With the other hand, he controlled an invisible silk thread to bind the enemy. He rushed over at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

After using Annie's mark to trigger the "ban" to restrict all "theft" within the range, and using the holy emblem to borrow the power of Ms. Arianna to put the battlefield in a "secret" state, she was finally able to use all her means with peace of mind and fight in the way she was most familiar with without having to worry about losing several important abilities at any time.

The "charged attack" that has been available since the "Assassin" sequence and can pose a fatal threat to demigods through continuous potion enhancement is condensed into ice spikes and stabbed directly into Amon's vest.

If I wait two more days, I will be able to get the weapon made with the "Iron Knight" feature... As soon as this thought appeared in Angel's mind, the regret disappeared in her mind along with the desire to attack.

Her idea was stolen again!
Taking advantage of Angel's moment of distraction, Amon's figure disappeared from the bedroom on the second floor that was burned by flames and appeared in the living room on the first floor, but Angel followed closely behind, using the mirror that was deliberately arranged and adjusted without any blind spots to chase him. Silk threads appeared again, restricting Amon's movements, and black curse flames spread quickly towards him along the silk threads.

At this moment, the idea of ​​"attacking forward with ice spikes in hand" came to Angel's mind.

She subconsciously raised the ice spike, and a gap appeared in the silk thread that was originally controlled.

"Your 'ban' is not very strict, which allows me to exploit loopholes and circumvent its restrictions... For example, I can 'borrow' your thoughts and 'return' them to you later. It doesn't count as 'stealing' if there is a give and take."

The familiar smile appeared on Amon's lips again. He dodged the net burning with black flames and spoke leisurely.

"Also, as it has become more familiar with and better able to use the rules, it can no longer restrict me..." The wild cat that had disappeared after the battle began came to the window again at some point, squinting its right eye with a vertical pupil, and speaking in human language, "I want to ask again, is this the only trick you have?"

As it spoke, it raised its right paw and waved it as if to attract wealth.

The black flames that enveloped the silk threads scattered throughout the living room disappeared.

Angel lost this important extraordinary ability.

This did not alarm her. Since the beginning of the battle, she had been prepared for multiple abilities to be stolen, and she developed different battle plans based on this.

The ice in her hand took shape again. Angel used the silk thread as a guide to quickly close the distance between her and Amon's clone dressed as a worker. She was about to send the ice spike that failed to penetrate Amon's vest into the other's body.

She didn't know whether the two different Amon clones could steal different abilities from her independently, but to deal with such an opponent, a quick victory was the only way.

And during the two battles, she also figured out some patterns of Amon's "stealing" ability.

For example, it is easier to steal the ability that is currently being used, the interval between stealing, and the success rate is very high, with almost no failures...

In addition, she noticed a little detail...

That is, from the beginning to the end, what appeared before his eyes were only disguised Amon, or the Amon clone that parasitized a worker on this street, and the wild cat Amon who hid nearby most of the time and only appeared at the critical moment.

The other Amons who unanimously called her "the witch of the Dark Night House" did not seem to care about the outcome of the battle, and were even unwilling to offer help.

Do they...really exist?

Before he had time to think about it, Angel lost the ability to summon silk threads during the theft by Wild Cat Amon. The other Amon who was pointed at by her ice thorn also waved his right hand and then stole... Charm!
An awkward smile appeared on his handsome face under his short black hair, but in Angel's eyes, it was full of temptation, making her almost put down the ice blade and hug him.

Almost...

Without any hesitation, Angel stretched out his right hand and stabbed Amon in the chest.

At this moment, another thought that originally belonged to her came into her mind:

Go through the "Mirror World" and leave here quickly!

This was the thought that came to her mind when she first met the wild cat Amon, but it was stolen and kept by the other party.

Under the conflicting thoughts of "attack" and "escape", her body tilted, and the ice spikes scraped across Amon's body, cutting open his oily work clothes and bringing out a few drops of red blood that were no different from those of a normal person.

Then, Angel pounced on the nearest mirror and dived into it in the dim light.

Oops… After entering the mirror world and seeing grey passages leading to different areas in front of him, Angel finally realized that his behavior of activating the “mirror travel” ability after Amon “returned” his idea just met the other party’s expectations.

The next moment, the "mirror world" in front of her became fragmented, like a broken mirror, turning into pieces of gleaming fragments, and fell into the living room on the first floor of 25 Dalton Street.

"This way, you have no means of escape," said Amon in work clothes, who lowered his right hand with a smile on his face. "Now, it's time to answer my question, right?"

Answer the questions... Several questions that the other party might ask suddenly appeared in Angel's mind, and then he lost his thoughts in the meaningful smile of the worker Amon.

Belief in the goddess, desire for money, expectation for love?

Amon, who had tricked Angel into thinking out his thoughts using words and then proceeded to steal, frowned, momentarily confused by these strange answers.

It's now!

Angel had already arranged the thoughts in his mind, and they appeared one after another. The deadly disease once again spread around him. "I said, this is not..."

Shaking off all the complicated thoughts in his mind, Amon chuckled, raised his right hand, and stole the ability that Angel was using.

There was a small dressing mirror in his hand.

A substitute... no, just a medium for a substitute... Angel, whose figure was outlined in the basement, instantly left the living room on the first floor and chuckled. The ice spike in his hand melted instantly, and a drop of blood belonging to Amon's clone fell from the air and dripped onto a half-length mirror that was lying flat with the mirror surface facing up.

The person reflected in the mirror was Amon, who was still upstairs, wearing work clothes and with a small wound on his arm.

When it came into contact with the blood, ripples instantly appeared on the surface of the half-length mirror. The figure of Amon inside became illusory, and above the real mirror, a body of Amon, less than half a meter in size and like a miniature doll, appeared.

This is a substitute made using Amon's blood and Amon's reflection in the mirror!
It has no will or wisdom of its own, but it has a close connection with the original body. As long as Angel continues to use mirror magic to deepen the connection, he can use this substitute to cause all kinds of damage to Amon's clone above, and even endanger his life.

But now, the only purpose of Angel making it is to make the disease that Amon "transferred" away return to him again!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The other mirrors in the basement flickered, and Amon's figure from different perspectives appeared. Amon, who was transferring his own disease to others and trying to let the surrounding residents and passers-by get infected with the disease instead of himself, was coughing continuously, so loudly and weakly.

The superposition of mirrors and the "reflection" of his stand caused his fatal disease to break out much faster than expected, and this "fate" was bound by his stand and could not be transferred to others.

Seeing all this, Angel's figure reappeared in the center of the living room, in front of Amon who was already kneeling on the ground.

"I'm very curious, how did you, ahem...how did you know how to counter 'Shifting Fate'?"

Amon, who was seriously ill, with bruises on his skin, bloodshot eyes, and his monocle tilted to one side, asked while panting, as if he wanted to get this final answer before he died.

Of course, it was the guidance of a certain "Angel of Destiny" who did not want to leave his name... Angel complained in his heart, and took out a "disaster" spell, ready to send away the seriously ill Amon's clone with this inevitable destruction.

"I see, it's another snake... Haha, I didn't expect him to be hiding in this city. If the big snake knew, he would definitely be surprised."

A teasing, steady voice sounded in Angel's ears.

The wild cat, which had disappeared again at some point and was naturally forgotten by Angel, jumped into the living room from the window and walked slowly towards him, with its whiskers trembling.

"This is a great trick, but unfortunately, there are more than one of us." Its right eye moved, and a shining crystal monocle appeared on its cat face, which was then straightened by its claws. "Besides, once we gather together, all these little tricks of yours will be useless."

As it spoke, the lens of the right eye of the dying workman Amon beside it also emitted the same light. Among the passers-by walking outside the window, several suddenly took out monocles and put them on their right eyes. Among the residents looking at the street view across the street, several people silently stretched out their palms, condensed a crystal monocle, and stuffed it into their eye sockets.

The birds in the sky and the insects underground lit up little by little, converging on the wild cat in front of Angel.

No, he is no longer a wild cat...

Under Angel's gaze, a young man in a classical black robe, a pointed hat, and black boots smiled as he put his monocle in his eye sockets and bowed in an exaggerated posture, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Thank you for giving me a fairly exciting battle. If we only had one clone, I'm afraid you would have won."

He spoke in a tone as if he were commenting on a battle that had nothing to do with him, and at the same time, with a slight wave of his right hand, a black leather glove appeared in his palm, shaking limply.

"You have about... 20 seconds to talk to me before all the citizens around you are killed by your disease."

Amon, who was dressed in a rather "classical" manner and looked exactly like the one Angel had seen at the Tarot Club, spoke in a calm tone, tilting his head slightly toward the window, looking at the innocent pedestrians on the road.

Once again, they were burdened with the fate of being "infected with disease" and became the final victims of this battle.

This was also the final blow that Amon dealt to his opponent's heart, causing this witch who seemed reluctant to hurt civilians to fall into regret and despair, and then spit out everything he wanted to know...

When Amon's black eyes turned back into the room and locked onto Angel again, he discovered that the witch also had a faint smile on her lips, just like when he mocked his target who was in desperate situation.

She didn't seem desperate, and even seemed a little... happy?
The black eyes behind Amon's monocle turned cold, and his empty hand was raised again.

In an instant, Angel lost his "mirror double", his "ice manipulation", his "curse", and even basic abilities such as "dark vision" and "lightness" disappeared from his mind.

At this moment, nearly half of Angel's remaining abilities were stolen by Amon, and they were all relatively important combat abilities.

If he were to steal a few more times, perhaps the "desperate" witch would become an ordinary person with no power.

Fortunately, my "ancient Hermes language" is still there... Angel's smile became more obvious, and the thoughts in his mind were constantly stolen, and new ones were constantly added.

Until a brief command came out of her throat:

"betray."

(End of this chapter)