Elder Blood Witcher - 806 Mind Bending Situation...

However, by the time she regains her bearings enough to stand, the pained gurgled groans had already ceased…

Reima “From now on, you’re mine.” he states.

Phillipa falls two her knees, realising that she’d missed her opportunity at revenge, she felt that the torture she’d put Radovid through wasn’t enough, and due to this, she’d unintentionally given his life to someone else. “You bastard… H-his life didn’t belong to you.” she mutters.

Reima glances back at Phillipa, ignoring the new Abyssal Servant sinking into his shadow, “You’re wrong there, even if it didn’t, you belong to me now aswell… In the end, it’s my right.” he says, expanding his Observation Haki in-order to find where those who’d not yet been skinned were being held… Even if he couldn’t save the unfortunate souls in this room, they still had a chance.

He bring his hand up, the gesture coinciding with Phillipa being dragged to her feet via Telekinesis, “Curse me all you wish, but I still have things to do here, and, many questions to ask you.” he says, walking towards the door.

Phillipa doesn’t follow, instead just facing the place Radovid had been chained up, mulling over the roiling emotions of anger, resentment, sadness, and for some reason, loss.

Reima “Will you walk on your own? Or do I have to assist you?” he asks.

Phillipa shakes his head and follows the direction of his voice, touching the wall and using it to direct herself where she needs to go. She follows her captor as they make their way through the underground hallways… Occasionally she’d hear sounds of combat, the slicing of flesh as Reima decimates the Vampires they come into contact with.

It never lasts long, only a couple seconds at most before the sound of blood splattering against the floor signals the enemies end. The Vampires were actually fortunate in this situation, the Elder who’d been leading this operation had been drafted to go invade Ichor with the rest of the Nilfgaardian army… Phillipa knew that alone, an Elder wouldn’t stand a chance against Reima, but perhaps with an army behind them they’d manage to take him down?

A couple hours after Reima had “killed” Radovid they’d reached the pens that held the majority of the captives, almost all the Vampires had been killed on the way, only the cowardly Plumards managing to escape from the burrows leading to the surface.

Reima looks through the metal bars holding the many people dressed in bloody rags, “Hello?” he asks, grabbing some of their attention, “I am Reima Ludvig, King of Ichor, I have come to liberate you, and offer a home within my land.” he says, grabbing the bars and bending them with ease.

He opens a portal to the front of Ichor, the people walking through it, Reima assisting some of the weaker ones with telekinesis. As soon as they pass through the portal they’re greeted with healers and government officials that work for Asgore, once they’re seen to, determined to be healthy and checked with Veritaserum, they are given an identity and registered as citizens of Ichor…

There were a few people in the group that seemed to have been experimented on, it wasn’t too extreme however, the Vampires only managing to grow small scales on a few people… Reima assumes this is probably because anyone who had a big reaction was not able to live all that long.

Reima doesn’t waste any time and grabs Phillipa before teleporting to the Painted “cells” of Ariamis… He tosses her unceremoniously into a cell before conjuring himself a chair, Hinky popping in with a cup of warm tea for him. “Thanks Hinky.” he mutters, the House Elf squealing in happiness before disappearing again.

He looks to Phillipa who’s already huddling against the rock enchanted with a warming charm and frowns, “So, now that you’re comfortable… I want you to tell me everything you know about Vasile, and his captive, Ciaran.” he states.

Phillipa scowls at him, “I know I am already going to die, why should I tell you anything?”

Reima “Because if you don’t I will simply tear the information out of your head.” he says ominously.

…

Reima sighs, “Very well, I was hoping to just give you to Yennefer so she could deal with you… But if you’re going to force my hand.” he says, lifting her with telekinesis and levitating her close to the bars… Placing a hand on her face and muttering “Legilimency.”

Immediately, a flood of memories assaults him… He’d not actually used Legilimency that much, apart from practicing it on willing participants, now that he was against someone who definitely didn’t want her mind breached, it was a lot different than he’d expected.

Magic is all about intent, so, if your intent is lesser than someone else’s, it will not work or be significantly weaker than you’d expected… While there are some things that bypass this like formulae that direct their own Psedu-intent, mind magic isn’t like that.

He’s confronted with Phillipa’s emotions, her anger and hatred for himself and Radovid, her resentment that he’d taken what she thought was rightfully hers. With sheer magical might, he barrels through these meaningless barriers, causing Phillipa’s head to shoot upwards as a migraine renders her speechless.

With the emotions out of the way all that’s left is the relatively organized pool of information… Phillipa is a sorceress, so it isn’t surprising that her mind is like this, she’d been unable to cast spells if it was cluttered. This, only made it easier to sort out the things he wanted to know, specifically, anything about Ciaran and Vasile.

Unfortunately, it appears that Phillipa knew almost nothing about her apart from her role in Ichor… The latest information she had was the fact that Ciaran had been captured, Vasile seemed to be keeping Ciaran a secret.