The Past of Burning Ashes

Having fought off the daytime demon spirits, they investigate the building.

"How did you digest the magic potion so quickly?"

Looking around, Eleazar asked absently.

Becoming a Transcendent at the age of 12, taking ten magical potions and completing two magical potion rituals in eight years, there are still such geniuses in this world?

If it was a low ranked Sequencer, the transformation ceremony was simple enough for him to understand.

But the other party was a Witch, a Cryptic Sequencer that had been hunted by the Church from the Dark Ages until modern times and had not become extinct.

"With the help of the organization, of course~" Evelea, who was divining with her crystal ball, smiled back.

"Coven?"

"Well, almost~"

"What do you mean almost?"

Eleazar glanced at her.

He'd noticed that the woman always liked to talk in halves.

"Geez, names I can't talk about la, but then again, I seem to know a bit about Witcher's home base."

As if she couldn't talk about her organization to outsiders, Evelea quickly skimmed over the topic and threw out an even bigger bombshell.

Eleazar's eyes narrowed.

"In the mountains of the northern county of Ruin, there is an ancient arena built on a lonely hill that would logically have been abandoned long ago, but the herb-picking mountain folk in the neighborhood always hear the roar of fierce beasts coming from that direction."

"Oh."

Eleazar had a mediocre response.

"Aren't you curious~"

Evelea pouted, "In case it's really Witcher base camp, you've kind of found an organization where you can get people to help you get promoted faster."

"I see that arena is breeding Witcher."

"I think it's more like training warriors and gladiators." Eleazar said lightly.

"That doesn't matter ah, as long as it's a transcendent being anyway."

Eleazar brushed his head away, "We'll talk about it later when we get a chance."

"Okay, I'll accompany you to look for it then~"

Evelea smiled brightly, "Promise made."

A very hidden thread of fate slowly entangled them.

Eleazar looked at her faintly, "What spell have you cast on me again?"

"It's a promise!"

"So that no matter what stands in our way, we can end up together under the guidance of fate~"

What's the point? When I finish the first magic potion ritual, all those curses, spells, blessings, gifts, all those messed up spells will be cleared.

Eleazar bristled, "Are you done yet?"

"There!"

After half a day of chatting, the witch finally fiddled with the crystal ball.

She slowly recreates a fragmented scene using the monster's fire ash as her medium.

In the crystal ball, the image shook violently, and in the view of no one in particular, the mouths of several people in front of them jarred, full of panic, not knowing what they were saying.

"No sound?"

Looking at the amazing scene, Eleazar asked curiously.

The question was rewarded with a blank stare from the witch.

But soon, that image, which saw no clues, took a quick turn.

It could be vaguely made out that it was a boys' dormitory, while on the floor lay a recently awakened woman.

She seemed to regain a bit of consciousness and struggled on the ground.

The boys also noticed, and to prevent her from opening her mouth to call for help, one of them quickly stepped forward, casually picked up a pendulum on the table, and heaved it at the woman's head.

One, two, three...

It was probably an octave box or some other mechanical object, smashed to the point where the springs and gears crumbled out and were stained red with blood.

The woman resisted futilely for a few moments before finally collapsing in a pool of blood.

In view, the assailant looked up, his lips wordlessly parted and parted, as if he were discussing something with the group.

After a while, the accomplices seemed to get into a scuffle, and this view they were peering into was pushed to the ground by several pairs of hands.

The ceiling was dark, reflecting several devil-like figures, light bulbs attracting moths around them.

The vision grew hazy and 'he' seemed to be crying.

Once the men had carried the badly injured and dying woman away, the subject scrambled to his feet and rubbed his eyes with both hands, wiping his hazy perspective clean before quickly walking out the door to catch up.

A dark corridor, the murderers groped their way through the darkness.

Evelea came forward to look, "At night?"

How is this possible, they clearly encountered a daytime demonic spirit.

"Probably early in the morning, near the break of dawn."

Eleazar explained lightly, "Some people always like to commit their crimes during the darkest hours, but then they don't time it well or don't prepare properly, and end up dragging it out until the sun comes up to settle it completely, and that's how the vast majority of daytime demon spirits come to be."

"Oh~" the witch nodded plausibly.

The crystal ball image showed the men coming to the girls' restroom, seemingly ready to dump their bodies here.

But they were totally unprepared for the fact that someone was already up for morning poop at this hour.

Suddenly a flashlight shone through and scared the boys all to the ground.

The girl who was washing her hands was even more horrified, but before she could call for help, a boy who quickly pounced on her covered her mouth and nose in death.

A few people in the back were in disarray, completely at a loss.

In the end, they were so evil that they strangled the witness alive again. In the light of the flashlight, which was not turned off, Eleazar and Evelea witnessed the birth of the devil.

The woman from earlier fell awake on the ground again, and several of the already murderous men quickly pounced on her, strangling the other woman's neck with the rope and twisting it frantically until the woman stopped moving.

Eleazar said quietly, "She's not dead..."

Evelea: "Well, since the sun hasn't come out yet, it's a normal demon spirit if it dies at this time?"

"Uh-huh."

The boys were already crying with regret in the picture.

But they could no longer stop, so they got kerosene, intending to disguise the scene as a fire accident.

The latter was the fire that shook the college, and 14 more innocents who couldn't escape were killed in the fire they started.

They stood downstairs, hugging and crying into the slowly rising morning sun.

The crystal ball image slowly went out.

"Well, it's over."

Evelea picked up the rolling crystal ball and asked, "Did you find any important clues?"

Eleazar closed his eyes in deep thought for a long moment.

"First of all, the Demon Spirit must be the woman who was hanged to death at the end and finally burned alive, why she appeared in the boys' dormitory in the middle of the night, let's not care about that, did you just see clearly how many murderers there were?"

Evelea cocked her head in recollection.

"Five!"

"You didn't count our watchers."

"Huh? Six!"

"Okay then, how many people died in the mysterious incident in the dormitory building, as Lillian said earlier?"

"Five people..."

Eleazar nodded, "That's right, which means that one other person escaped the vengeance of the demonic spirits, in your place, would you be willing to do that?"

Evelea shook her head firmly, "Not willingly!"

"That escapee is the key to us, let's go and see if we can find out anything about him."

Eleazar couldn't figure out at all what kind of grudge had led them to do this to a girl.