A Fallen Knight-Lost art of Necromancy - Chapter 222

“There is a boy named Jeff there that was sent by me. If the situation turns for the worst and somehow you end up wanting to kill Parson, can you please allow that kid to kill him on your behalf?”

Now that was interesting.

“Why?”

“That kid is someone I rescued, and he does hold a deep grudge against Person. You don’t need to worry about the person, he is just a thrash weighing on earth. I am surprised why karma doesn’t strike him for rest, you will find out when you go there.”

“Alright”

“When will you be back lord?”

“No idea. I may be back till tomorrow, or it may take two-three days depending on the situation, but don’t try to slack off. I may come back before midnight too.”

“…”

He said it on purpose. Arthur was well aware of how good Rune was at keeping personal and professional matters at distance, as for his diligence. It goes without saying that he was the best. On some occasions, he was even better than Vladis. It was nice he decided to side up with them instead of Brian, or else things wouldn’t have gone smoothly.

“What about Ciel? Can we leave her alone? I don’t think it is a good option.” Rune was against it. If Arthur hadn’t tasked him, he would be the one to stand by as her guard but now with Arthur and him both gone, there was no one else she could rely on. Even if his palace security was top-notch, Rune had his doubts when it came to the Dark Triad.

They were definitely something.

HAHAHAH!

“You don’t need to worry about her. She is strong. Or should I say, she is the strongest among us all.”

“….”

Was this a joke?

Because if it is, it was a very sick joke.

Arthur didn’t explain anything. He even advised Rune that he was so worried about his sister, he should perhaps finish his task as fast as he can, so that he can guard her.

Rune was speechless.

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The difference between a gloomy church and a sanctuary of the soul is not time of day, not the illumination, yet if a sense of love is felt in the soul.

Dense fog gathered in the center of the terrain. Over a ridge to the north, surrounded by rolling hills on each side, a desolate church stood isolated and abandoned, the fog slowly creeping towards it; tendrils, like fingers, clawed their way closer, slowly smothering the open pathway that led to the entrance with the oak doors of the church. The hazel frame of the door had a corner missing, all splintered and fractured from where the mites had been chewing for centuries. The metal of the door handle had eroded with rust and the color had faded from the harsh gold that it once was to a dull grey today, each screw had its own swarm of mites, chewing from corner to corner, fighting and competing against the rest of it.

As Arthur walks through the timeworn, dilapidated gate, its creeks piercingly. Silently, he walked through and saw an old venomous wood, it was frightening to see, ducking beneath some low intrusive branches, there was no sound, no wind, no rustling of leaves. But unlike any other person, his body wasn’t shaking in fright. He felt as if the air was draining him, soon turning him weak.

Was this some sort of magic trap? He wondered.

That can’t be since Rune told him it was dilapidated, but Parson Norman was a simple human. He should not be able to use the magic of this level.

Is it someone else? Who could it be? No, the thing was, how did they manage to find out that he would come here? It was an obvious trap for him. He could either go with it or turn back. The choice was making him go wild. He probably can’t go back to Ciel after coming halfway. He now was confirming that this Parson definitely had answers to his question. Come what may, he couldn’t let that fella die before he made him spit the truth out. But if he didn’t go back and jumped in this obvious trap, there are chances Ciel will be in danger.

Clock was ticking, and he needed to hurry up. He was racing against the time.

“Chesire, I am going to lock you up in eternity if something happens to her” He murmured silently before kicking the wood and continuing his journey.

Slowly and skillfully navigate his way in. Everywhere he steps there are crinkly, crispy leaves surrounding him. His body wriggles with annoyance, and anger as he goes further. His breath becomes stiff, Arthur feels like he cannot breathe. He comes to an old, eerie, breathtaking church. His heart becomes heavier, and it starts to race.

This was so unusual to him. He himself was a mage of high ranking thus traps like this were useless against him unless it was someone who knew him and used a high illusion. He stops to catch his breath. His eyes pop from his sockets.

“I cannot be seeing this, I can hardly believe my eyes, the church door is open but. What the hell is happening inside” he said in shock.

As he goes in, his spine tingles. He gets a feeling of an icy wind wrapping around him like a blanket.

This tall black church looks violent and unpleasant, it was abandoned. The shattered glass windows were looking at him and falling in the wind it was like the wind was talking to him. He felt a sudden hold back as he walked inside the door, but it furiously slams behind him. He hears a whistle and a crack, so he goes and investigates further. The smell of a log crackling fire fragrant the air as he goes down a long, black spooky hall, he starts to wander around. While he walks, he smells something damp. It was horrid his body became weak again as he felt a tremble running into his soul. He suddenly felt tense and wanted to run out of the old church but failed for some reason. The bell of the church suddenly rings, making him cover his ears despite running.

It stopped.

The bell stopped.

Arthur who was earlier ducking now stood up. It was now clear to him that there was a trap, but it was hard to set up a trap as big as this.