Olivier returned to the Mansion to write a letter in order to rely on the Duke of Alway.
Jared and Pfile are the ones left, neither of them will open their mouths.
Jared nodded at Olivier's wish. In other words, we were to entrust the precious Oliviers to Pfile.
I still don't know if that choice was right and my anxiety is swirling in my chest.
"Jared Murphy"
"What, I don't want to talk about it right now"
"I need to talk to you about something important"
"What the fuck?
I wanted to avoid a conversation with Pfile if I could, but I responded to him with a serious look on his face.
"I've been digging all over you."
"I know."
"So let's say. - Curse me."
"... you know that much. Are you telling Vault Toyfer everything about me is out of control?
"I'm the only one who knows. I don't speak out. But I don't care about that story now. I have prepared poison for you to trust, but I am reflecting that it was convenient to try to gain credit for the poison I prepared myself. That's why let's get cursed."
"You're gonna die?
"Above your knowledge."
Jared is stunned by Pfile, who just affirms that he is ready.
I'm aware of something wrong with me, too, but that's what's wrong with Phuail.
Nowhere, even if you need to risk your life to be on the side of someone you've killed each other. But it seems Pfile is different. In an unusual way, it's a curse.
Jared is a magician of earth attributes, a composite attribute of earth attributes, fire attributes, and water attributes, but he is hands-on because his master was good at spells.
Because there was no talent, there are very few spells available, but they could be used to the extent of cursing the target.
"If I cast a spell, you'll be constrained. Especially time. I don't know how much resistance you have to the spell, but my spell can only be broken by me. If Rosa kills me, you'll be on your way too, won't you?
"Never mind, do it"
"It's unusual to be instrumental."
Pfile laughs bitterly as Jared exhales loudly like he gave up.
"I don't want you to tell me I'm trying to protect the mother and child I've just met with my life."
"Either of them"
"I hear so."
It's time for the two of them to raise their voices and laugh.
We keep laughing as if we found our kind, as if we were frightened that each other was some strange person.
"Wouldn't you be betraying Vault Toyfer?
"Rosa wouldn't know if it wasn't from this mansion. Assuming Vault Toyfer attacked this mansion, it would be fine if we killed them all. Because I'm just a pfile now."
"Then let's get started. I'm going to cast a spell on you. In about two hours your magic and health will be attenuated and you will be out of breath, but your resistance to the spell and if you have a lot of magic, your time will change. At first, I don't think it's a big deal, but if we cut thirty minutes, it's gonna be hard, okay?
When Pfile makes sure he nods, Jared asks him to unbutton his clothes.
Slashing his palm with a knife and softening the bleeding out with his fingers, he draws a curse on Pfile's skin with his fingers and blood.
Blood has magic in it. Just as blood flow circulates through the body, so does magic. Blood is used in a wide variety of ways as a magical medium.
From holy rituals to evil things, they are commonly needed.
When you draw a curse and cast a curse, the curse marks drawn with blood become bruised. It should be painful, but Pfile was flat. It shouldn't be strange to go around.
Again, as I imagined, Pfile was resistant to spells as well as witchcraft. I made sure the spell would activate in about two hours, but it would actually take more.
If only Jared's will could curse Pfile at this moment right now.
Insurance only, but I wanted to reduce the anxiety element a little by keeping it in mind.
"It's over. Now your life is in about two hours. But tell Olivier I can use the spell, and I'll kill him."
"I understand. I won't say anything else. But that's strange. Something that can use spells should be rarer than earth attributes. Why hide it?"
"Can you brag about things that curse people? Besides, I can't even cast a spell on a subject without drawing a spell directly like this. It's a shame to name a magician."
Jared had no intention of using a spell in the first place.
Although I used Pfile because I knew I could use the spell, there is a great risk to the spell. The curse on Pfile this time is also returned to Jared in recoil if it fails.
Unlike witchcraft, it is the spell that is done by using the medium, but the price is greater than witchcraft and it is dangerous.
"Anyway, don't forget I hold your life. Always protect Olivier, Hannellone, and Trane. If you betray me, I will kill you. Kill even if you can't protect it. You got it?
"I know. Promises are fulfilled. So promise me you'll win over Rosa Lowen."
"Naturally. I'll be back alive with Yenny."
I wondered once if I should give my life. But if Jared dies, the Oliviers will be in danger. But I don't know what will happen to Yennie if we prioritize the Oliviers.
I didn't know what was the right decision to make and I wanted to find a way for no one to sacrifice it, but I couldn't.
If Pfile hadn't shown up, Jared's death would have been definitive, no matter what the outcome.
But I got a chance to fight.
I am reluctant to entrust my loved ones to Pfile. But I'd like to believe the pufile Olivier believed in.
"Pfile, protect my loved ones"
Jared offered his hand as he wished.
"I want you to leave it to me. In lieu of this life, protect those who want to protect Jared Murphy."
Pfile takes Jared's hand and grips it.
Once we killed each other, it was the moment we put together.