Chapter 349 Mysterious Illness <TOC> Chapter 351 Shadowless Syndrome
Translator: SumTLMan
Losing her shadow? Angel was taken aback. If becoming a living dead could still be considered within the realm of medicine, then losing one’s shadow, such a bizarre phenomenon, must involve supernatural dimensions.
No wonder Leonrique said that perhaps only he could solve this problem.
Just as Angel was about to inquire further, suddenly, his ears twitched, “Huh, what’s that sound?”
“Sound?” Leonrique looked puzzled.
“It seems like something is laughing.” Angel listened intently, extending his mental tendrils out of his body, making his perception more sensitive.
After amplifying his perception, sure enough, he heard a series of eerie laughter. The sound was harsh and had a metallic quality.
“… The laughter is really unpleasant.”
Leonrique also pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but still couldn’t hear anything. He looked at Angel with a skeptical gaze, wondering if he was joking or if there really was some sound he couldn’t hear.
Just then, there was a sudden “thump, thump, thump” of footsteps in the corridor connecting the main bedroom on the second floor of the hall. Leonrique looked up to see the always dignified and courteous Cynthia, her face full of panic, running out of the corridor, “Something’s happened to Magda!”
“What happened to Magda?” Leonrique asked loudly.
Cynthia shook her head, worry in her eyes, “I don’t know. I just scolded her a few minutes ago, and she was complaining about me meddling in her affairs. Then I felt everything go dark, and I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw Magda lying unconscious on the floor, unresponsive to my calls.”
Leonrique frowned, “Don’t panic. Have the guards take her to the Golden Cross Medical College first. I’ll finish talking with Lord Mask, and then I’ll come right away.”
Cynthia glanced at Angel, then at her husband, and finally nodded.
At this moment, Angel suddenly said, “Count, don’t worry about me. You should go and check on her. By the way, the laughter I heard earlier seemed to be coming from the second-floor corridor.”
Hearing this, Leonrique’s heart skipped a beat, “Well, I’ll go check it out first. I’ll have the kitchen serve you food first, please eat?”
Angel waved his hand to stop him, “No need, I’m also curious about what that laughter is. Shall we go and see together?”
Usually, Leonrique was extremely indulgent and doting on his daughter, not allowing any man to enter Magda’s room. But at this moment, he agreed excitedly, “Thank you, Lord.”
“Thank me? No need. I have no experience in healing; I’m just curious about that laughter.”
Cynthia led the way, and as they approached their destination, Angel’s brows furrowed even more. Although there was no sound now, the previous eerie laughter had indeed come from Magda’s room!
Pushing open the exquisitely decorated door, Angel immediately saw Magda lying on the floor.
Magda, dressed in a puffy dress, lay on the pink plush carpet. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face pale, and it seemed she was mumbling something, but upon closer listening, it was just unconscious moaning.
Looking around this girl’s boudoir, it must be said that the room was overwhelmingly pink. Not only was the carpet pink, but even the walls, tables, chairs, and mirror frames were pink as well; besides that, there were various plush toys placed in different positions. There were also several delicately made dolls with adorable smiles.
However, at this moment, the dolls’ smiles didn’t seem adorable but rather eerie.
Leonrique examined Magda’s lips and pupils and listened to her heartbeat, confirming that she was merely unconscious. It didn’t seem too serious, but he was still worried in his heart, wondering how she had suddenly fallen into unconsciousness?
Without any hesitation, he carried Magda in a princess hug, “I’ll take her to the Golden Cross Medical College.”
Just then, Angel’s gaze suddenly sharpened, “Wait.”
Angel pointed to the shadow on the floor, a solemn look in his eyes, “Her shadow… is gone.”
Leonrique looked down, and sure enough, under the lamp’s light on the table, there was only the black shadow of his outstretched hand on the pink carpet. Magda, who should have been in his arms, had no shadow!
Discovering this situation, Leonrique and Cynthia’s faces suddenly turned pale. The couple looked at each other, both with disbelief in their eyes. Cynthia almost instantly collapsed to the ground, tears falling non-stop like a string of beads. As Leonrique’s wife, how could she not know about this mysterious disease that had almost driven medical college professors to their wits’ end?
A disease that was almost incurable.
Cynthia’s mind began to envision Magda’s eventual fate as a “living dead,” and she shook her head repeatedly, muttering, “How is it possible, how is it possible… Why is it my daughter, our only child…”
Leonrique, the eccentric noble couple, had only this one daughter in their lifetime, whom they loved dearly. If anything happened to Magda, it would be equivalent to them losing their entire lineage!
Leonrique suddenly knelt down, his face pleading as he looked at Angel, “Lord Mask, my daughter… please, save her.”
Cynthia seemed to remember that there was a legendary wizard present. She looked at Angel with tear-filled eyes like a drowning person grasping at straws, wanting to beg for help, but found that when Angel glanced at her gently, she couldn’t make a sound.
On the other hand, Leonrique also found himself unable to speak, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, fear, and helplessness.
Angel, however, made a “silence” gesture, then closed his eyes and sensed the pink boudoir with his psychic power.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a sharp glint in his gaze, looking towards the head of the pink canopy princess bed. There, a three-headed curly-haired little girl was smiling eerily.
—This was one of the many dolls in the room.
“Found you.” Angel’s prepared magic hand swiftly lifted the curly-haired doll girl into the air.
Simultaneously, a tiny black shadow was revealed behind the doll.
The shadow was merely the size of a child’s palm, likely less than ten centimeters. Its body was entirely black and indistinguishable, with a pointed and sagging top resembling a hat. On its back, it carried a small gray cloth bag that seemed to contain something struggling inside.
Upon being discovered, the little shadow flailed its limbs in surprise but did not remove the bag from its back.
Without any hesitation, a gray bird emerged from Angel’s pocket, rushing towards the little black shadow at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
The little shadow, startled, jumped up and emitted a strange frequency.
The bird was Toby. However, when Toby reached the black shadow’s side, the shadow suddenly opened a small door out of thin air, just big enough for it to pass through, and swiftly entered and closed the door behind it.
Toby’s pursuit ultimately proved futile, as the shadow and the door vanished without a trace.
Angel carefully searched for a moment but found no residual energy fluctuations.
Angel’s expression darkened; he had let the shadow escape right before his eyes.
Suppressing his frustration, Angel began to recall the appearance of the previous black shadow. He was unsure what it was; its body was entirely black, yet it seemed to be humanoid? Angel pondered for a while but could not accurately determine the shadow’s outline. He only felt that it might be a humanoid creature wearing clothes and a hat, but he couldn’t be sure.
One thing that was certain was that the eerie laughter earlier was definitely caused by that black shadow. The sound emitted by the shadow matched the frequency of the laughter!
Angel sighed and turned around, only to find that Leonrique and Cynthia were staring in shock at the spot where the black shadow had disappeared, trying to say something but unable to make any sound.
Angel snapped his fingers and withdrew the two strands of illusionary air swirling around them.
“I sensed a strange presence just now, so I sealed your voices to avoid startling it. Unfortunately, it still managed to escape,” Angel explained.
Swallowing, Leonrique hoarsely asked, “Lord Mask, what was that little black shadow just now? Is it responsible for Magda’s current condition?”
Angel shook his head, “I don’t know what it was, but it had a very peculiar aura. As for whether it’s related to the disappearance of the shadow, I’m not sure. However, since it appeared here and your daughter’s shadow vanished so abruptly, I think it might be related, but I can’t be completely certain.”
Angel suddenly thought of the wriggling gray cloth bag on the little black shadow’s back and wondered to himself: could the bag contain the stolen shadows?
After hearing Angel’s words, Leonrique’s face displayed distress. Even if that little black shadow was truly the shadow thief, what could he do? The fact that the shadow could open a door out of thin air clearly indicated that it belonged to the “extraordinary level.” How could he catch it? Moreover, what should be done about Magda’s shadow?
“Lord Mask, can you save Magda?” The speaker was Cynthia, her tearful eyes filled with despair and a glimmer of hope.
Angel silently walked to Magda’s side, and under the eager expectations of the Count and Countess, carefully sensed her… There seemed to be no physical problems, and her soul appeared to be present as well.
Angel pondered for a moment: “I don’t know.”
Although this answer still contained a hint of uncertainty for success, Cynthia felt as if there was no hope left. She collapsed to the ground, shedding silent tears like a soulless being.
Angel turned to look at Leonrique. Although the middle-aged count was also heartbroken, his rationality remained.
“Is this the problem you want me to solve?” Angel shook his head: “I’m afraid I’m powerless.”
Leonrique’s face was filled with despair, and he forced a bitter, uncomfortable smile, “It’s alright, I… I understand.”
“Although I cannot solve the problem with your daughter, I am still quite interested in that little shadow,” Angel paused, “I’d like to see the others who have lost their shadows, if that’s alright?”
A glimmer of hope seemed to rise in Leonrique’s eyes as he nodded eagerly, “Yes, of course. Shall I take you there now?”
Chapter 349 Mysterious Illness <TOC> Chapter 351 Shadowless Syndrome