The Villain Of The Horror Game Dreams Of The Heroine Every Night

Chapter 47

“At-choo!”

Celine woke up from repeated sneezing. It seemed that she still had a bad cold and her head was dizzy. She was so tired yesterday that Danny, who had brought her medicine, failed to wake her up.

“Danny, do you have any medicine?”

The next moment, an unfamiliar voice was heard.

“There’s no Danny or medicine here, Lute.”

The blood all over her body grew cold. The person speaking in a sarcastic tone was a young man she had never seen before.

“…Who are you?”

“Well, even if I say it, would Lute know?”

She stared closely at the man in front of her.

The man wore a black overcoat, and his hat was pressed down. He was dressed quite wealthily for this world. She didn’t even have to ask to know what happened.

‘…A kidnapping.’

Celine bit her lip.

Both she and Danny were too careless. Since she became a wizard, she didn’t need anyone to stay by her side twenty-four hours a day.

Even after losing her powers, she still has Ringzor. Of course, Danny was a little more attentive, but she wouldn’t have thought that those brief moments on her way to get the medicine would cause problems.

“What do you want?”

A few guesses ran through her mind. Only a few people knew that she couldn’t use magic now, so another family who coveted her magic…

“We don’t want anything special from Lute.”

“….?”

“I just need you to stay here quietly until the situation is over.”

Celine bit her lip and struggled.

Her hands were chained, and her whole body was as heavy as lead.

“It’s no use trying to use magic. There is an unbreakable barrier for little wizards like Lute.”

“…Are you a wizard?”

If this man was a wizard, he would have noticed her condition right away, like Lute Carl.

“No way.”

The man burst into laughter.

“I’m just a mercenary. If you give me money, I will work.”

“Aren’t you thinking of working for the Grand Duchy?”

“It was unfortunate. However, in this town, trust is a very important value.”

The man stood up, shaking his shoulder.

“I have to go. I’m saying this for Lute, it’s better not to think about going out.”

“Why?”

“You will find out when you come out.”

While she pondered whether the man’s words were a warning or whether it was a trap, the man had already closed the door and gone outside. The next moment, she could hear the door lock from outside.

‘…Let’s think.’

Celine glanced at her own outfit first. She was wearing the same thick pajamas she had when she was lying in bed.

‘Please, be there.’

A small hope filled Celine’s heart.

She never took Ringzor away from her body, even for a moment, to help her become adept. As she put both her hands, which were tied in front and placed them around her waist, she could feel Ringzor’s outline through her thick pajamas.

Celine then thought of the kidnapper’s purpose as she stretched her bent fingers in the cold, trying to grab hold of Ringzor.

“I just need you to stay here quietly until the situation is over.”

So, she may be a hostage.

‘Why me?’

He had worked hard enough to prepare a barrier, so that meant the hostage position must have meant to be her.

Unable to find the answer, her finger caught glimpses of Ringzor’s sharp blade.

“Hooo…!”

Celine exhaled heavily. Ringzor’s magic power itself was running rampant. At the same time, the joy that the barrier could not affect Ringzor and the fear that she might not be able to control it came to mind.

‘I have to take control.’

She clenched her teeth and struggled to control Ringzor.

Cold sweat dripped down her pale forehead. She didn’t have Leonhardt to help her now, nor Lute Carl to stop her when she went rampant. The thought that only she had to control Ringzor alone brought her mental strength to the peak.

Until some time passed.

“I did it, I did it…”

Her bangs were drenched in a cold sweat, and her whole body trembled. There was still a small cough coming out of her throat.

However, Ringzor came into her hands.

—Crackle!

Celine moved the magical powers to completely break the chains that bound her hands. Her whole body felt like a lump of lead. Even though she wanted to lie down on the bare floor and rest, there was no time. She staggered to her feet.

She didn’t know what the situation the man was talking about was although it wouldn’t be a good plan—either for her or Leonhard.

Then, she ran to the door immediately.

The man gave her the warning, but they didn’t know that she could use Ringzor. It meant that they thought she couldn’t use magic no matter what.

Celine swung Ringzor and cut the door open.

—Bang!

The door tumbled outside with a bang.

“Who?”

As several soldiers clad in armor from head to toe immediately appeared, she immediately swung Ringzor and blew away the men into the room where she was confined.

“Ugh…!”

The soldiers fell tangled in one corner of the room. They couldn’t move properly, perhaps their leg was broken.

Soon, she quickly glanced around.

‘It was a tower.’

A spiral staircase stretched down endlessly. There was no time to think so she started running down the stairs without hesitation. The floor was visible as her legs trembled.

Celine swung the door open.

“Already shift… uh?”

The soldiers guarding the front door were blown away like autumn leaves by the wind by Ringzor.

Celine hid in the darkness behind a carriage and grasped the surroundings. It was a castle she had never been to before, and there were a number of people. However, she had neither the time nor the mental space to figure out where this place was.

Fleeing into a gloomy alley, she placed Ringzor in her arms again.

‘It hurts.’

Even in this desperate situation, she hated her body that still felt pain.

A stinging pain spread through her bare feet as she stepped on the stone ground covered with foreign objects, forcing her to slow down.

When she could no longer bear the pain, Celine stopped and listened. Somehow, her surroundings were as quiet as death. Noticing something strange as she looked around, she didn’t let go of her vigilance yet.

‘It’s so quiet…’

This alley would also be full of people’s houses, though it was too quiet. Neither the noise of life nor the barking of dogs or the rattling of carriages could be heard.

Celine clenched Ringzor.

She had a bad feeling.

“Are you afraid? Kinsfolk.”

“….!”

She frantically searched for the speaker that was talking, but she couldn’t find a trace of anyone anywhere. She didn’t even feel the evil energy that she would normally feel when in the vicinity of a warlock.

“It’s pathetic. Even with this kind of power, you can’t find me…”

“What do you want?”

“What? What do I want? Hahahaha…!”

Celine’s body trembled at the laughter that somehow gave her goosebumps.

“Kinsfolk, I don’t want anything.”

“Then, why did you bring me here?”

“Because there will be something you want.”

“….?”

She blinked her eyes. In an instant, a few things flashed through her mind. She wanted to get out of this eerie street right now. She wanted to return to Bernoulli Castle and to Leonhard’s side. She wanted to be freed from this curse of immortality.

Above all…

‘I want to go back.’

When she reached the thoughts she had been avoiding, her eyes reddened. She wanted to go back. Before playing this game, her normal life…

‘…Get a hold of yourself.’

Celine clenched her teeth tightly. This voice was just a character in the game. It had no way of knowing her deepest desires.

“I don’t want anything but to return to Bernoulli Castle.”

“You must have wanted more than that.”

“….?”

At those words, she tensed up. This person may be aware of her endless death curse.

“You must be in rebound now.”

“Ah…”

As a moan escaped from Celine’s mouth, the man’s voice showed a hint of joy blatantly.

“It’s pathetic to be a wizard who can’t use magic.”

“Did you kidnap me to teach me how to break the rebound?”

“Yes, aren’t I nice?”

Celine asked a question instead of answering.

“What are you going to ask for in return?”

She had an idea. This wizard was probably a Lute from another family. So, in exchange for relieving her rebound, they would demand that she be subordinated to another family. Nonetheless, an unexpected answer came back.

“I don’t want anything in return from my kinsfolk.”

In an instant, the realization struck Celine directly like lightning.

‘This man is a warlock.’

Neither Lute Carl nor her incompetent teacher Lute Emile called her ‘Kinsfolk.’ It was only the warlock of Agathirsus who called her that way. And, the way he spoke, presuming that using magic was her only happiness.

‘…The old warlock said they could communicate with each other.’

It was only then that Celine realized how complacent she had been.

The warlock of Agathirsus, shortly before his death, would have spread information about herself to the warlocks of the entire Empire.

This person would be one of them.

“I am not going to be a warlock. It doesn’t matter if I can’t get rid of the rebound for the rest of my life.”

Celine uttered quietly.

“Haa, that’s why you were clinging to the Ringzor.”

‘…As expected.’

She slowly realized the identity of the voice. It must have been a trap to bring her abilities back to the maximum — including the room, the tower, and even the soldiers in the room she was first confined to.

‘The first man.’

Celine was convinced.

The man, who said he was a mercenary, told her to stay still until the situation was over. Although she couldn’t remember him properly because she was out of her mind at the time, his voice seemed to be similar.

All of a sudden, a sneer came up.

He told her not to come out, but it was just a twist on the outside…?

‘There was no barrier in the first place where magic could not be used.’

The warlock had tossed the bait and watched with delight as she struggled.

“You’ll never become a warlock… Everyone thinks so at first. So did I.”

The voice clearly laughed at her.

“Everyone, without exception, has realized the power of darkness.”

‘No…’

Celine thought of the nameless Lute who resisted the dark magic till the end that she met in the South and fixed Ringzor. The voice came from a certain place. If only she could attack that point…!

The next moment, her feet collapsed.

“Aaaah!”

An instinctive scream erupted from her mouth.

Tears overflowed from the fear and pain the endless descent evoked. All she could do was grab Ringzor and grab it to the end. Squeezing all of the power to open her eyes, she could only see pitch-black darkness and she closed her eyes again.

Right next to her ear came the voice of the warlock.

“Use magic, because now, you can get rid of the rebound.”

Celine shook her head vigorously and thrashed, crouching, horrified at the accelerating descent speed. For her, the time that felt like an eternity passed. Power was leaking out of her hand, which was holding Ringzor, and she clenched her teeth.

In the current situation, Ringzor was her only hope.

‘…If I do not give up until the end, what is that person going to do?’

At that moment, a familiar blue light flashed over her tightly closed eyelids.

The blue light of Rashir, which she knew all too well.

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