Chapter 392 Entering Black Castle <TOC> Chapter 394 Unexpected Change
Translator: SumTLMan
Upon reaching this conclusion, Angel turned his head and looked around, trying to see if there were any other injured people nearby; otherwise, where did the blood on the woman come from?
However, he saw nothing. It was a long corridor with darkness on both sides, and occasionally a wall lamp burning, but the light from the lamps could only illuminate a range of one or two meters, and everything else was dim.
With the illusion as a target, Angel casually cast a light spell.
He manipulated the light spell to move back and forth for tens of meters.
He discovered nothing; there was no sign of anyone other than the woman in front of him.
What was even stranger was that Angel not only didn’t find any injured people, but he also didn’t find any traces of blood.
If the floor had an automatic cleaning function, that would be one thing. But the trajectory of the woman’s movement and the ground where she lay were covered with a large amount of dripping blood. This meant that the floor didn’t have a function to clean the blood, at least not in a short time.
So, who was the owner of the blood on her? How did she appear so suddenly here, and why couldn’t he see any blood elsewhere?
Angel looked at the long corridor on both sides of the window again. The floor was light yellow, so he could clearly see the blood. But apart from the place where the woman had hidden previously, the floor was clean and spotless.
Could she have appeared out of thin air?
Angel walked to the place where the woman had hidden earlier, a corner by the window, with obvious blood dripping on the floor and a bloody footprint. But other than that, there was no blood anywhere else.
The woman’s strength was not strong, barely entering the stage of a junior apprentice. He didn’t believe that someone with such strength could use space-transferring spells. But if it wasn’t an appearance out of thin air, it didn’t make sense either.
Did she come through the wall? That wasn’t right either, as there was only air on the other side of the wall, and outside was the drainpipe. If she had come through the wall, he would have definitely noticed…
“Wait, there’s a drainpipe outside?”
That’s not right! Angel suddenly remembered something!
He walked to the window and looked outside. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw that the end of the drainpipe was on the third floor, meaning the drainpipe turned into the interior at the third floor!
But the place where the drainpipe turned into the interior was the corridor. There was no place to drain water here?! Moreover, he hadn’t noticed any traces of pipes at the corner earlier!
That was not all; Angel had noticed something else while climbing the drainpipe earlier.
There was the sound of liquid flowing inside the drainpipe, which he didn’t pay attention to at the time. But now that he thought about it, it seemed particularly strange. The drainpipe suddenly disappeared at the third-floor wall, but where did the liquid inside come from?
Could there be a mysterious hollow space between the drainpipe and the wall?
As soon as this thought arose, Angel suddenly froze.
Why couldn’t there be a hollow space within? In the bizarre Wizarding World, what is impossible? Fish fly in the sky, birds swim in the water; it is all commonplace. Even the possibility of a world hidden behind a mirror exists, so why couldn’t there be a hollow space within a wall?
Even for Angel himself, creating a hollow space within this wall was not an insurmountable challenge. Moreover, the owner of this place was an official wizard!
With this in mind, Angel had the illusion retrace its steps to where the woman had hidden and reached out to touch the wall.
Angel and the illusion became one, sensing the energy fluctuations behind the wall.
In a moment, a smile appeared on Angel’s face. As he had suspected, there was an expansion rune etched inside the wall, and indeed, a Hidden Room was concealed in the center of the wall.
This made sense; the woman had emerged from the Hidden Room, so there were no other traces of blood besides this corner.
And that “injured person” should be in this concealed room as well.
Angel had the illusion adopt an expression of wanting to “flex his muscles.” He didn’t know if anyone would notice him, but just in case, he had to have the illusion go through a process for everything he needed to do. This was to ensure that the “illusion’s” actions conformed to logic, avoiding being discovered by others.
Entering this Hidden Room was not difficult; all it took was finding the key point of the expansion rune.
As the expansion rune was activated, the surface of the wall suddenly trembled, and then a faint light flashed, opening the door to the Hidden Room.
Before entering the room, Angel heard the familiar sound of sobbing.
Since entering the inner world, he had heard the same crying almost every moment.
Angel made a cautious expression and slowly pushed open the door.
If there was a ghost inside, he had to escape as quickly as possible. Although the ghost might not be able to harm him, he had no way to deal with the ghost either.
But when the door was pushed open, Angel’s eyes widened in shock.
A ghost? No.
There was nothing else in the room, just a large bathtub, emitting billowing white steam. However, the steam rising from the bathtub was not water vapor, but blood vapor! Because the bathtub was filled with thick, scalding fresh blood.
If Angel deactivated his Purification Field at this moment, he would undoubtedly smell the overpowering stench of blood.
Where did the blood in the bathtub come from?
Drip, drip—
Drops of fresh blood flowed down from the naked bodies hanging above the room. At the top of the room, scythe-like hooks hung upside down, and more than thirty naked bodies were impaled by the scythes through their chests, with blood dripping from the wounds on their chests.
The scalding, vibrant blood, filled with intense resentment, fell and dripped into the bathtub.
Hanging on the scythes, some women had already died, while others were still alive but with their hearts pierced, death not far away. The faint cries were the desperate moans of those still clinging to life.
Angel now understood why the corpses in the graveyard pit had a wound on their chests; this was the cause.
Thinking of the endless ghosts in the forest, Angel could hardly imagine how many people Black Castle had killed over the years.
Angel’s face was pale, and he was hesitant to step into the room full of chaos.
It wasn’t fear; it was simply a deep resistance in his heart.
There was no one in the bathtub, but a row of footprints led from the bathtub to the door. Obviously, the woman outside was “bathing” halfway when she realized someone had entered and rushed out to ambush them.
The drainpipe outside was not draining water, but the blood used for bathing.
Angel held back his discomfort and stepped inside.
There were no traps inside, but Angel would rather face traps than the devastation in the room. Especially those living women, who stared at him resentfully, as if daggers were pointed in his direction.
Angel wanted to explain to these pitiful women, but how could he? Even if he did, what good would it do? Their hearts had been pierced, and death was imminent.
Even if he wanted to save them, his beginner healing spell was utterly powerless.
Angel walked to the bathtub and stared at the arrow-like gazes. He stood simply, standing for a while before saying lightly:
“I’m not here to save you.”
Angel’s first words made them pause.
“I’m not here to kill you, either. I want to know how you ended up in Black Castle.”
After a long while, a sharp and resentful voice replied: “Black Castle, this is Black Castle? Hahaha, now I know where I’ll die! I won’t let Black Castle go, not a single person here, even as a ghost!”
Angel looked calmly at a long-haired woman, her eyes full of madness and surrounded by endless resentment. She was a mortal, but there was no doubt that once she died, she would instantly become a ghost.
As Angel was thinking, the long-haired woman, seemingly enraged, widened her eyes, and a surge of blood spewed from the wound.
Seeing her about to die, Angel cast a healing spell, barely sustaining her life.
Of everyone present, she was the only one who still had consciousness and could speak clearly. Angel needed information, and he had to pry it from her.
The woman gasped for breath, her resentful gaze at Angel unchanged: “Why did you save me?”
“I can’t save you; your heart is broken, and I can’t turn back time.” Angel said calmly. “I’m keeping you alive simply because I want to know where you came from and why you’re here.”
“Who are you? Are you not with those witches?” The woman’s pale face seemed to be gathering tangible resentment.
“I’m not with Black Castle. I’m here to… save someone.” Angel looked at the woman.
“Hahaha, save someone, hahaha.” The woman laughed loudly, tears streaming down her face as she laughed.
Simultaneously, the resentment on her body surged with her agitation, even Angel could see the rolling black waves with his naked eyes.
Unfortunately, the woman laughed to the extreme, the originally healing wound broke open once again, her lifeblood splattered, and she seemed on the verge of death.
Angel saved her again.
“Answer my question, how did you get here? Half a day ago, did you see such a man?” Angel said, simulating Shadow’s illusion.
The woman did not answer, but only kept screaming and laughing miserably.
Time and time again, her heart broke open, and Angel healed her, the wound healed and broke. In a short time, she experienced the great terror between life and death, thus her resentment grew almost exponentially.
Angel realized that the woman seemed to be using his help to accumulate the resentment during her life, reaching the peak. Once the hatred reached its extreme, the resentment generated after death would quickly push her past the initial stage of the ghost.
After hesitating for a moment, Angel decided to fulfill her wish. If this was her desire before death, then satisfy her.
At first, the woman spoke a little, tempting Angel to continue healing her.
Later on, she seemed to realize that Angel intentionally helped her accumulate resentment, so she simply stopped talking, just constantly stimulating her blood, allowing herself to experience life and death repeatedly.
Her resentment reached a terrifying level with each push.
Angel didn’t expect that an ordinary mortal woman could withstand such great pain time and time again. If she hadn’t been captured by the people of Black Castle, perhaps she would have been another hero like Nausicaa.
It was a pity. She hadn’t seen the future and had fallen at the starting line.
Perhaps, the woman knew her limit had been reached. In the last moment, she looked at Angel, her eyes no longer filled with resentment, but rather calm and composed, like a gentlewoman.
“I am the thirteenth daughter of King Guman, and because of the loss of the Bloody Throne, I was framed as a criminal by the eldest princess. King Guman demoted me to a commoner, the eldest princess caused me to fall into slavery, and after a series of hardships, I was sold here… Haha, I thought I would serve men as a slave for my whole life, but I didn’t expect this place to be a den of witches. They bathed in the blood of virgins, and later… you saw it for yourself.” The woman spoke as her vitality faded: “As for them, they are just crying cowards, probably sold by slave traders as well.”
King Guman? Angel was somewhat surprised in his heart. The Kingdom of Guman was not in the Fairytale World, and it was far more than thousands of miles away from here. For ordinary people, it would take a lifetime to reach this place.
So, the slave trader she mentioned must have had a wizard background.
Following this logic, all the women were sent here by the slave traders, then Hana’s “Cold Land” might not be in the Fairytale World. It would be even harder to find, as there were countless cold places in the Southern Region!
“I’ve seen this man.” the woman said, spitting blood and pointing at Shadow’s illusion: “Just a few hours ago, that witch fought with the man, and in the end, he came in too, glanced at us, and left. Then the witch came back, cursing and bathing again.”
After the woman finished speaking, her eyes began to roll upwards.
Angel lowered his head: “Thank you.”
The woman laughed loudly, and her life extinguished.
Chapter 392 Entering Black Castle <TOC> Chapter 394 Unexpected Change