Chapter 18 World Recollection: The Forbidden Dolls of Moon and Night!
The carriage stopped in the courtyard of Villa Deya.

After arriving here, Camille, holding the "tombstone", finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With that big shot here, no one should come to steal things. I have finally completed the task assigned by Lord Deya.

Lamia got off the carriage. She glanced at the two witches and a wanderer and said coldly, "Come with me."

The witches and their servants had no suspicion and followed Lamia respectfully into the villa.

The main hall of the villa was completely dark, with only moonlight pouring in through the ornately carved windows, leaving behind strange and mottled shadows.

Lamia walked in front, going up the stairs from both sides of the main hall, and the rest followed behind her.

In the silent villa, the only sound was the slight sound of people's soles stepping on the soft carpet.

When the two witches saw the villa, they even began to fantasize.

The witch made the master here a servant. That Deya Cavendish is the son of the Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of Susetani.

Is it possible to try to control the kingdom's finance minister through him?

If this is achieved, it will undoubtedly bring great convenience to the religious order.

Although the Witch Cult has never been very interested in Susetani, its main focus has been on the Narpo Empire.

But as long as it can bring benefits to the cult, the cult will definitely give rewards.

Just as the witches were thinking wildly and decided to cooperate with the witch, the group arrived at the door of the innermost room on the second floor of the villa.

Lamia folded her hands on her stomach and knocked gently on the door.

"come in."

A gentle male voice came from inside the room, and Lamia then gripped the door handle and pushed the door open.

The witches frowned, wondering if the witch was too polite and why she even knocked on the door.

Before the witches could react, everything in the house came into their sight.

This room covers an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters, and the windows on the walls are covered with thick curtains to prevent any light from entering.

And in this empty room, a tall man was standing with his back to them.

The man put his hands in his pockets, leaving only a cold back to everyone.

Under his feet was a huge, strange, irregular shape with candles burning around the edges.

The candlelight was the only light in the room, and in the corners of the pattern were a variety of offerings.

No matter how you look at it, this place looks like a sacrificial site for the evil god.

Deya slowly turned around at this time.

Only then did the witches see his true face.

The second son of the Cavendish family is very handsome, with black hair, warm eyes and a smile on his lips, which easily makes people like him at first sight.

The only strange thing was that his left eye was closed at the moment, perhaps because it was injured.

"Camille, put your things down."

Deya said in a slow voice.

Camille hurried forward and placed the 'tombstone' in the center of the sacrificial field.

After doing all this, he hurriedly retreated and left the ceremony site unnoticed.

Up to this point, the two witches and their servants had not yet realized the danger.

"LaMia, come here."

Deya ordered again.

The witch folded her hands in front of her, bowed slightly, and walked behind Deya with graceful steps.

Lamia lowered her eyes and stood half a body length behind Deya like a maid.

At this time, the witches also discovered something was wrong. The witch's attitude was not like facing a servant, but like facing a master!
Without waiting for the two witches to speak, Deya said with a smile: "Welcome to my ritual site, everyone from the Witch Cult.

I have neither the time nor the interest to talk to you, so please offer me your souls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his left eye.

"!!"

Intense fear gushed out from the hearts of witches and wanderers.

But with only the strength of the second and third rings, how could they possibly block Deya's sudden attack and the spell of the eighth ring!

[You used the eighth-level spell 'Black Fire'] Unlike Irwin who killed the criminals, Deya did not let the black fire burn from the souls of the witches.

During the time he was training the witch, he had already mastered this powerful spell that was permanently constant within a certain range.

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

One of the twin witches who was being 'watched' by Deya opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream.

"puff!"

Black flames burned violently from the surface of her skin, turning her into a torch in the blink of an eye.

The skin melted, the flesh separated, and the nerves burned out, revealing the skeleton of the body.

Even the bones that were strong enough to withstand high temperatures only lasted for less than a second before turning into ashes that were even finer than bone ashes.

Black flames splashed everywhere, and another witch and wanderer were accidentally contaminated by the tiny flames.

Just like the first witch, they felt the unspeakable heat and wailed in pain. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were burned to ashes, and only their souls remained here.

With just a glance, Deya killed all three members of the Witch Cult.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Lamia's cold eyes.

Damn all witches!

Deya opened his hands and shouted in an aria-like tone: "Lord of the Night, Queen of the Dead, Goddess of the Dark Moon, I pray here, please listen to my prayer.

This is the 'Ritual of the Dark Moon Ceremony', a noble gift offered by your loyal believers!

I offer you the soul of an unbeliever. Under the guidance of the moonlight, please open the shackles that have been silent for me for many years!"

The flames of the candles burned fiercely.

The candlelight was dyed with the color of the sunset, and then the color of the candle flames was like the setting sun and the rising dark moon, turning into a deep and silent blue.

A strong wind blew in the room, and the candlelight swayed in the wind, but never went out.

The wind blew up the heavy curtains, allowing the moonlight outside the window to shine into the house.

As the candle flame flickered mysteriously, cracks appeared on the surface of the 'tombstone' at the center of the ceremony.

"Click————"

The 'tombstone' shattered, finally revealing what it held inside.

It was a small wooden box that looked like a briefcase, with sunset flowers and luminous plants carved on it.

Deya looked at the wooden box with joy. Under his gaze, the lock of the wooden box made a slight click and slowly opened by itself.

Deya was ready.

This world remembrance is a collective remembrance, which is essentially a sacrificial ceremony.

The person who opens the remembrance of this world must sacrifice most of the people before others discover the secret and escape, in order to win.

This is the story of the wolf and Little Red Riding Hood, and Deya is the wolf!

In an instant, a mysterious force enveloped Deya and Lamia who were in the ceremony. Only Camille, who had already left the ceremony as Deya instructed, was not affected.

Under Camille's gaze, Deya and Lamia's bodies disappeared in the mysterious power.

[Special World Memories Open (Rare Item): Forbidden Doll of Moon and Night]

[World Memory Opening——]

【9】

【8】

"..."

【3】

【2】

【1】

[Has entered the world memory (strange item)——]

……

In the basement, the lich who was doing an experiment raised his head and looked in a certain direction, then lowered his head and continued his experiment.

　Thank you for your reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)