Offering a Weapon to the Avenger
In the afternoon, within the core infirmary room of the prison.
"Alright, Inmate 3271, you can come in now."
Upon hearing the voice from within the infirmary, the prison guard escorted Silaine, bound in shackles, into the room.
"Have a seat here."
The one receiving them inside wasn't the usual medical staff but Arsena, a necromancer commissioned by the warden.
As Silaine's deadline approached, the resentment within her intensified, and her power grew stronger. Aiden had to implement additional sealing measures to suppress the surging magic within her. During this final period, he assigned Arsena to regularly inspect the seals on Silaine.
Facing Arsena, who had been granted certain spellcasting privileges, the prison guard bringing Silaine felt a bit uneasy, especially since the warden wasn't present.
Although everyone knew that this necromancer was personally appointed by the warden to assist the guards and was a model inmate, she still held a red alert level.
Fortunately, the guard soon noticed Veronica standing with crossed arms in the infirmary, overseeing the scene, which eased their concerns a bit.
Veronica had now become the warden's de facto secretary, handling many tasks that Aiden used to personally take care of.
With the temporary spellcasting privileges granted to Arsena, most guards hesitated to give her tasks. Still, Veronica had the courage, given her strength. In a previous riot, she single-handedly subdued the entire infirmary, gaining fame in the process.
Seemingly aware of the guard's unease, Veronica looked over and said, "I'm here to watch. You can wait outside the door."
"Alright." The guard nodded gratefully and stepped outside, closing the door.
Arsena pointing her staff at Silaine's forehead, softly reciting an incantation. Soon, Silaine body which was seated in a chair, twitched as if controlled by invisible threads, her face compelled to lift like a puppet manipulated by unseen forces.
The smoky, ethereal form was forcefully pulled from her eyes, flickering with ghostly glows, gathering at the tip of Arsena's staff.
A few seconds later, Arsena interrupted the spell, and Silaine slumped backward in the chair, His limbs was weak, as if She had exerting tremendous energy. While probing her soul, Arsena had also applied a binding necromantic curse to ensure Silaine's cooperation.
Arsena waved her staff towards a prepared basin, ejecting the extracted ethereal form from Silaine into a magical solution for analysis.
In an instant, an inky blackness diffused in the colorless detection potion, quickly turning the previously clear liquid in the basin into a pitch-black substance.
"In just a few days, your resentment has reached such levels. Your grudge is indeed formidable," Arsena commented nonchalantly. "We must reinforce the seal through a ritual."
"Please, I beg you. I have... no time left," Silaine pleaded weakly, her gaze towards Arsena filled with determination. "I just want to kill the murderer who took my son away."
Despite Lacking knowledge of necromancy, she could still instinctively sense her changing power and the impending deadline.
When Carmilla emerged from solitary confinement, she would only have a few short days for revenge. The fleeting power before the vanishing of the revenant was her only trump card to slay Carmilla, who bore the bloodline of a dragon.
However, with the warden's orders constantly restricting Arsena from unleashing her power, Silaine wouldn't even have a chance to grasp this sole trump card.
"I'm just following the warden's orders. Please don't make it difficult for me," Arsena stated firmly, casting a dismissive glance at Silaine.
"Veronica, can you help move this comatose patient? This one's quite heavy!" A prison medic treating another inmate in the corner waved to Veronica.
Veronica glanced at the powerless Silaine, certain that she couldn't make any subtle moves, and replied, "Coming!"
"Oh, by the way, I need someone to assist with my ritual over here," Arsena suddenly added.
"I'll help with that first and come back to assist you later," Veronica replied briefly as she headed towards the medic.
At this moment, Melusine emerged from the inner room, interjecting, "How about I assist Arsena with the ritual? I understand dark magic, and I'm more suitable for this."
Due to her proficiency in pharmacology, Melusine occasionally assisted prison medics in the medical room under supervision.
Veronica raised an eyebrow at her, displaying a face full of distrust.
"I won't make any moves; i still want my life," Melusine quickly reassured, raising her hands with a placating smile.
"I hope so...." Veronica gave Melusine a stern look and then went to help the medic.
"What do you need me to do?" Melusine turned to Arsena.
"Wrap these bandages around her, wrists, ankles, and neck, two loops each," Arsena instructed, presenting a piece of bandage with runes written in red potion. She handed a note to Melusine, saying, "Since it's a ritual, the incantation will be a bit lengthy. After each segment I chant, you sing the corresponding line on the paper."
"Enhanced Invocation of Spirit Summoning? Got it." Melusine glanced over the note and returned it.
"Have you studied necromancy?"
"I've dabbled in it a bit." Melusine took the bandage. "Is this makeshift ritual tool really okay?"
"We don't have specialized shrouds for sealing spirits here. Make do with what's available. The most crucial element in the ritual is the practitioner, not the tools. Now, let's begin," Arsena said, placing her staff in front of her and preparing for the spellcasting.
Melusine approached Silaine, who was already under the influence of the binding curse, and began wrapping the bandages.
Quietly glancing around to ensure Arsena's concentration on the preliminary incantations and Veronica's attention elsewhere, Melusine lowered her voice and spoke to Silaine, "It's truly pitiful. Seeking revenge with the resolve of becoming a Revenant, yet being suppressed by that warden, forced to die with resentment... Perhaps, I can help you."
Silaine's eyes suddenly widened, and a glint of light flickered in them.
"I have a bit of issue with the warden and i want to cause a little trouble for him. If you can move freely today, come to the library's reading room. I can provide you with something that could kill Carmilla," Melusine whispered.
Offering a Weapon to the Avenger
In the afternoon, within the core infirmary room of the prison.
"Alright, Inmate 3271, you can come in now."
Upon hearing the voice from within the infirmary, the prison guard escorted Silaine, bound in shackles, into the room.
"Have a seat here."
The one receiving them inside wasn't the usual medical staff but Arsena, a necromancer commissioned by the warden.
As Silaine's deadline approached, the resentment within her intensified, and her power grew stronger. Aiden had to implement additional sealing measures to suppress the surging magic within her. During this final period, he assigned Arsena to regularly inspect the seals on Silaine.
Facing Arsena, who had been granted certain spellcasting privileges, the prison guard bringing Silaine felt a bit uneasy, especially since the warden wasn't present.
Although everyone knew that this necromancer was personally appointed by the warden to assist the guards and was a model inmate, she still held a red alert level.
Fortunately, the guard soon noticed Veronica standing with crossed arms in the infirmary, overseeing the scene, which eased their concerns a bit.
Veronica had now become the warden's de facto secretary, handling many tasks that Aiden used to personally take care of.
With the temporary spellcasting privileges granted to Arsena, most guards hesitated to give her tasks. Still, Veronica had the courage, given her strength. In a previous riot, she single-handedly subdued the entire infirmary, gaining fame in the process.
Seemingly aware of the guard's unease, Veronica looked over and said, "I'm here to watch. You can wait outside the door."
"Alright." The guard nodded gratefully and stepped outside, closing the door.
Arsena pointing her staff at Silaine's forehead, softly reciting an incantation. Soon, Silaine body which was seated in a chair, twitched as if controlled by invisible threads, her face compelled to lift like a puppet manipulated by unseen forces.
The smoky, ethereal form was forcefully pulled from her eyes, flickering with ghostly glows, gathering at the tip of Arsena's staff.
A few seconds later, Arsena interrupted the spell, and Silaine slumped backward in the chair, His limbs was weak, as if She had exerting tremendous energy. While probing her soul, Arsena had also applied a binding necromantic curse to ensure Silaine's cooperation.
Arsena waved her staff towards a prepared basin, ejecting the extracted ethereal form from Silaine into a magical solution for analysis.
In an instant, an inky blackness diffused in the colorless detection potion, quickly turning the previously clear liquid in the basin into a pitch-black substance.
"In just a few days, your resentment has reached such levels. Your grudge is indeed formidable," Arsena commented nonchalantly. "We must reinforce the seal through a ritual."
"Please, I beg you. I have... no time left," Silaine pleaded weakly, her gaze towards Arsena filled with determination. "I just want to kill the murderer who took my son away."
Despite Lacking knowledge of necromancy, she could still instinctively sense her changing power and the impending deadline.
When Carmilla emerged from solitary confinement, she would only have a few short days for revenge. The fleeting power before the vanishing of the revenant was her only trump card to slay Carmilla, who bore the bloodline of a dragon.
However, with the warden's orders constantly restricting Arsena from unleashing her power, Silaine wouldn't even have a chance to grasp this sole trump card.
"I'm just following the warden's orders. Please don't make it difficult for me," Arsena stated firmly, casting a dismissive glance at Silaine.
"Veronica, can you help move this comatose patient? This one's quite heavy!" A prison medic treating another inmate in the corner waved to Veronica.
Veronica glanced at the powerless Silaine, certain that she couldn't make any subtle moves, and replied, "Coming!"
"Oh, by the way, I need someone to assist with my ritual over here," Arsena suddenly added.
"I'll help with that first and come back to assist you later," Veronica replied briefly as she headed towards the medic.
At this moment, Melusine emerged from the inner room, interjecting, "How about I assist Arsena with the ritual? I understand dark magic, and I'm more suitable for this."
Due to her proficiency in pharmacology, Melusine occasionally assisted prison medics in the medical room under supervision.
Veronica raised an eyebrow at her, displaying a face full of distrust.
"I won't make any moves; i still want my life," Melusine quickly reassured, raising her hands with a placating smile.
"I hope so...." Veronica gave Melusine a stern look and then went to help the medic.
"What do you need me to do?" Melusine turned to Arsena.
"Wrap these bandages around her, wrists, ankles, and neck, two loops each," Arsena instructed, presenting a piece of bandage with runes written in red potion. She handed a note to Melusine, saying, "Since it's a ritual, the incantation will be a bit lengthy. After each segment I chant, you sing the corresponding line on the paper."
"Enhanced Invocation of Spirit Summoning? Got it." Melusine glanced over the note and returned it.
"Have you studied necromancy?"
"I've dabbled in it a bit." Melusine took the bandage. "Is this makeshift ritual tool really okay?"
"We don't have specialized shrouds for sealing spirits here. Make do with what's available. The most crucial element in the ritual is the practitioner, not the tools. Now, let's begin," Arsena said, placing her staff in front of her and preparing for the spellcasting.
Melusine approached Silaine, who was already under the influence of the binding curse, and began wrapping the bandages.
Quietly glancing around to ensure Arsena's concentration on the preliminary incantations and Veronica's attention elsewhere, Melusine lowered her voice and spoke to Silaine, "It's truly pitiful. Seeking revenge with the resolve of becoming a Revenant, yet being suppressed by that warden, forced to die with resentment... Perhaps, I can help you."
Silaine's eyes suddenly widened, and a glint of light flickered in them.
"I have a bit of issue with the warden and i want to cause a little trouble for him. If you can move freely today, come to the library's reading room. I can provide you with something that could kill Carmilla," Melusine whispered.
