The Shaman Wants Transcendence

79 – What Witches and Fairies Have in Common

[It looks like a snake’s tongue. ]

The devil evaluated Jinseong like that.

Se-Rin opened her mouth to answer Gremory’s relentless words, but she couldn’t bear to say anything and couldn’t help but keep her silence, perhaps because the image of Jin-seong she had seen a moment ago came to mind.

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[The skill of deceiving people is not common. If it was the Middle Ages, it would have been all or nothing. ]

Gremory recalled the days when witch hunts were rampant.

The days when women were called witches and men were called children of Satan, and they had to prove their sins by hanging on a pole.

[At that time, if there was a guy who used such a narration, he would have hung on a pole as a child of Satan, or he would have hung on a pole by accusing others of being a child of Satan. ]

It was almost like an insult.

However, Lee Se-rin did not object to that.

Rather, he seduced Ella with amazing skill, changed her tone, and recalled Jin-seong roasting and boiling the great witch, and puffed out his cheeks. But the heartache was short-lived. Her curiosity piqued as to what Jinseong was doing in Japan that made her suddenly make fun of her mouth like that.

This Serene glanced at the demon, then immediately returned her gaze.

She turned her attention to Ella, who was sitting near the sleeping Arin.

She was looking with her concerned eyes at this Arin, who was snoring at her following her acrobatics.

This Serene tried to talk her out of it, but then shut her mouth.

I’m not very close with her, but what would she do if I tried to talk to her?

How much time has passed since silence lingered like that.

Ia-Lynn, who was snoring at her, opened her eyes with a twinkle.

“It’s a rabbit!”

This Arin, who had been crying out Ella’s nickname until she was put to sleep by Jinseong, woke up and raised her body upright, howling a rabbit. She then turned her body to get out of bed and her eyes met Ella, who was looking at herself with her wide, round eyes.

“Are you a rabbit?”

This Arin had several meanings, and she asked herself and Ella, who was making eye contact with her.

I can’t understand English.

I think I fell asleep listening to nagging, but why are you here?

Is your body unharmed?

Why are you here

What happened.

But instead of answering her question, Ella hugged Arin and said.

“You were worried!”

This Arin was taken aback when she suddenly hugged herself and spoke in her watery voice, but she soon saw this Serin opposite herself and explained her situation with her gestures. I could roughly understand the situation.

Arin gently patted Ella on the back.

The look was truly heartwarming.

“Anyway, I’m glad the rabbit is safe!”

Irene smiled brightly and held her hand.

Ella tried to remove her hand, but hesitated, looked at her smiling face, and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m only getting caught this time.”

So she tried to leave the room as Ia-rin led her, holding her hand.

“Uh?”

She looked at the silver sparks and looked bewildered.

“This, what is this?”

Ia-rin, who naturally tried to take Ella outside, was also surprised and left there.I had no choice but to stop at

Silver sparks.

If mercury is melted to make water vapor, and the vapor is converted into a form of flame, this is the shape of the flame.

The flames were burning like a haze, swaying to and fro, burning from the floor to the ceiling even though there was no fuel. It looked like seaweed made of metal drifting along the current, and it looked like slender caterpillars made of silver wriggling and dancing.

The flames were strangely translucent, and I could barely see out the door.

There was a paper with letters written on it outside the door, and Iarin barely read the shapes of the letters, which were crushed and shaken, making it difficult to recognize.

“Don’t ever go out, go brother.”

As if this Arin couldn’t believe what she said, she opened her eyes again and read her writing.

“Never go out. Oppa.”

Don’t go out

Where

Where am I now?

Where are you now?

This Arin raised a lot of questions in her mind.

And she soon realized.

She realizes that she is locked in this room.

That she was trapped by her brother and not by anyone else.

“I can’t do this!”

This Arin shouted as if she couldn’t accept reality.

“You crazy brother!”

It’s a terrible thing for her to be locked in a room.

She gets sick if she doesn’t run around outside, which is completely forbidden.

How can I accept this?

Lee Ah-rin jumped to her bed like lightning and took out her smart phone, and she called Jin-seong right away.

Turrr.

She wondered if Jin-seong was deliberately not answering the phone, and only the connection sound continued to be heard.

But she didn’t give up and sent her text to Jin-seong asking her to let herself out right away.

『Hold on until the protector comes. 』

All that came back was a heartless text.

This Arin despaired at the fact that by her standards she would have to be confined, not confined, in a cramped room.

* * *

“Oh my God? The monster kid is playing tricks~?”

As for the fortune teller, when things took a difficult turn, she gnashed her teeth.

In front of him, there were dozens of mirrors attached to the wall.

Each mirror had a different look, but in some mirrors, you could see a hotel corridor, and in front of a certain room, there was an unnatural amount of parcels piled up.

Yes.

The fortune teller was peeping at the hotel through a mirror.

The mirror at the top shows the surrounding scenery of a hotel.

The mirror in the middle is the house where Ella stayed until recently.

The mirror at the bottom was reflecting the scenery inside the hotel.

He was watching the hotel through a mirror, like watching CCTV.

In addition, the image quality was not different from what was seen with the real eye.

The sharpness becomes clearer as you go down, and in the mirror at the top you can only see license plates of cars passing by on the road, but in the mirror at the bottom you can see the pores of passers-by, small letters and I could also recognize tiny little symbols the size of fingernails.

“That’s a headache tooI want it.”

“Whoa. It has something to do with the Archwitch. I don’t know what he’s doing.”

“It’s fortunate that you’re that nasty old woman? Whoops.”

The couriers piled up to the point where I thought it might be synthetic, and with a little exaggeration, they were stacked so that they barely touched the ceiling, and they took up space with only enough space left for one person to pass through the hallway. And each box had a flower picture drawn on it, which was a famous pattern in Germany.

As a pattern used by some ostentatious archwitch, who likes to show off, is full of vanity, and has a dirty personality.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen anyone receive a present from that archwitch.”

“Ha, looking at it, the skin on it is beautiful! How could it have been like a swallow?”

“Oh my gosh! Swallows are also made by humans. How could a monster imitating humans do such a thing?”

The fortune teller muttered as if mocking Jinseong.

But there was annoyance on their faces.

It was because of the scenery seen in the other mirror.

“By the way.”

“Isn’t that a fire barrier? Sounds like magic?”

hahahaha! That’s not magic! It’s fire magic!”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s right!”

“Did you endow it with the properties of metal?”

“It seems like you reversed the symbolism of metal?”

“Metal has the property of glittering and deceiving others, but that’s not it.”

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“Instead of deceiving them, they reject and block them.”

“It doesn’t sparkle, so I can’t even use it as a mirror.”

“Since it was distorted and reflected back, it didn’t even have the properties of a mirror.”

“I thought it was built to stop us and the pretty ones too?”

“It looks like an artifact.”

“It’s not magic, it’s like witchcraft?”

“Ha, it doesn’t matter whether it’s witchcraft or magic! Either way, it’s obvious that they’ve made a mess!”

“Is it like magic?”

The fortune teller who appeared in the countless mirrors was making a loud noise.

The sound was so loud that it reminded me of a marketplace.

“Be quiet, you bastards!”

The fortune teller, who was raising his arm on the desk, spoke harshly to the chattering others. And the many fortune tellers reflected in the mirror who heard those words nodded as if they understood, and then disappeared.

“Do you know that I can’t take it?”

In the room covered with mirrors, the fortune teller muttered as if spitting out.

The chapped lips were full of red and black blood scabs, and bloody tears were flowing in the eyes of the fortune teller as blood vessels were bursting from the excessive use of magic. In addition, even though he had applied cosmetics that were good for his skin, his hands were rough, and his fingernails were bumpy and shrunken with black vertical lines.

An obvious red flag.

It was a warning that there would be aftereffects if more magic was used.

“It’s smart not to let them out of the room, but do you think you can’t take them? Huh?”

The magic of looking elsewhere with a mirror cannot be costless.

Besides, since there were dozens of such spells, it was no different than a fortune teller trying to overdo it by sacrificing his own life.

But he didn’t care.

Because I definitely wanted to capture Ella and build a good karma.

Because he wanted to be a hero.

* * *

But when things start to go wrong, they go wrong.

No matter how much time passed, there was no gap in sight.

Pretty girl and meThe room where the water planner was located was tightly blocking the person inside with silver flames from going out, and the pretty girl who was making a fuss as if to leave at any moment was not even near the door, as if she had fallen for the game machine Jin-sung was bringing.

“Our pretty ones. Pretty ones!”

Kwaaang!

The fortune teller shouted as he slammed his fist on his desk, probably in a fit of tantrum.

It looked like a man suffering from madness.

“Why no one! At least this stupid b*tch! Huh? Why don’t you think of coming out! Destroy it and come out!”

The fortuneteller said she ran amok like a hysterical old woman. She tossed everything from place to place on her desk, thumped her desk, rocked her chair, lost control of herself and gave herself over to a rage.

In addition, as it got worse, she began to gasp for breath as if she had hyperventilated, and her face turned blue, and she put her plastic bag near her mouth and put it over her mouth, so she could barely breathe. Got it back

The fortune teller in the mirror, who had been watching the scene, spoke.

“Let’s change.”

“hahahaha.”

The fortune teller glanced into the mirror at her worried voice, then placed her hand on her chest to catch her breath before replying.

“Yes. Whoa—uuu of course. If I had more body, I might collapse.”

The fortune teller staggered a little, as if the dizziness hadn’t gone away, approached the mirror on the wall and leaned her body forward. She then stretched out her arms as if to interlock with herself in the mirror.

Clink.

Then the mirror spun in its place and shattered as it fell to the floor, and the fortuneteller stared at the shattered piece of mirror, then roughly kicked it into a corner with her foot. She then scratched her head wildly and sat down on her desk.

“Je-enjang.”

Woo.

He spat out the blood dripping from his gums.

A fishy, unpleasant taste like licking iron powder lingered on his tongue, but he didn’t care and took a cigarette out of the drawer and put it in his mouth. Then he took out a Zippo lighter, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Hueup.

Woo woo woo-

The fortune teller filled his mouth and felt his body drowsy as the cigarette smoke drifted down his throat, skimmed his lungs, and came out again. At the same time, the brain, which had been crazy and excited by anger just a moment ago, began to calm down, and the eyes, which periodically complained of pain as if they were about to pop out at any moment, began to return to normal.

The intraocular pressure, which had soared beyond imagination, subsided, and the bloody tears that flowed with the force to make his face drenched in blood soon stopped. And the bloody scab on her lips was clean again.

The fortuneteller took out a cigarette from his mouth and placed it in his arm as his own face in his mirror returned to a human form.

Profit.

Then, as if putting a cigarette bun, I started to beat him on my arm.

It must have been painful, but the fortune teller’s expression was serious.

Just like the expression on the face of someone who receives fuel for rites, like the expression on the face of a faithful person who doesn’t mind being burned by burning incense and whose arms are burning instead of the candle’s wick, that expression is truly solemn and solemn. It was serious.

The marks the fortune teller had made wriggled and moved to create a picture, the shape of which looked like a portrait of a beautiful woman. She turned her head and looked at the fortune teller right in front of her, as if the painted woman were alive.Then, as if frowning, two small lines were drawn on the forehead, which soon shattered and disappeared.

As dandelion seeds are blown away by the breath, the painting that disintegrates into ashes and disappears hovers around the fortuneteller and heals his wounds. Eyes bursting with blood vessels, gums tearing and collapsing in real time, burn marks on crushed arms, and countless red dots from bursting capillaries.

All of that is gone

The fortune teller flicked his lighted cigarette with his fingers as he confirmed that his body had recovered.

He then tinkered with the fetishes lying next to him.

“Take one step out of the room.”

He muttered something like a hunter waiting for his prey to be caught in a trap.

Unlike before, full of anger and annoyance, he watched the mirror with deeply sunken eyes.

Open the door

Beyond the threshold.

Waiting for the target tooth to come out.

He continued to stare, like a hunter at gunpoint.