Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 172 Fool, Save Me

Backlund, Hilton District.

"Xiu, have a drink."

Fors held a test tube filled with holy water of the sun to her companion's lips, saying something. Compared to before, she looked much more haggard; her brown curly hair had lost its luster, her cheeks were slightly thinner, and her dark circles were very noticeable.

"Um"

Hugh lay on the bed, his face pale, a cursed black aura swirling deep within his flesh. The wound on his shoulder was exposed to the air, twisted granulation tissue growing there, constantly radiating a blasphemous and insane aura.

"Just splash it, splash it!"

Her forehead was burning hot, and she had a high fever. She spoke to Fors in a slurred voice.

"Pour the holy water directly onto the wound?"

Fors immediately understood his companion's meaning and said worriedly, "But that would hurt you too much."

"That would be more effective."

"Hugh murmured."

Fors hesitated for a moment, then said, "So you held on."

She moved the test tube to the wound, bit her lip, and poured all the holy liquid, which shimmered with a pale gold color, onto it.

"laugh--"

"what!"

The effects of the holy water of the sun were extremely strong. Accompanied by a burning sound, white smoke rose up, and the twisted and deformed granulation tissue immediately retracted, as if it had encountered a fearsome natural enemy. The originally hideous wound suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

However, the intense stimulation also caused Hugh immense pain; she screamed and her body convulsed violently.

"hold onto!"

Fors pressed his body against hers to prevent her from falling off the bed. She could clearly feel Hugh's pain, but could only offer futile words of comfort in a trembling voice, "It'll be over soon, soon."

Xiu struggled for a while, as if she had exhausted all her strength, then stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep.

Fors slowly got up, her hair disheveled, her eyes a little moist.

“I should have stopped you then. Miss Audrey said the target was very dangerous.”

She whispered to the unconscious Hugh.

Several days have passed since the two encountered Lanius.

In the following days, Fors first took Hugh home, and then quickly contacted Audrey to report the situation.

Because Audrey was still under house arrest and couldn't go out, she had her golden retriever, "Susie," deliver the note. The note read, "I'm sorry you were put in danger. I will do my best to save you. Also, never ask Mr. A for help, because he's in cahoots with Lanius."

The handwriting on the note was rather messy, quite unlike Miss Audrey's usual elegant demeanor, and it was clear that she was somewhat anxious.

Mr. A is the host of a gathering of extraordinary beings in Backlund, possessing immense power. He was even hired by them to assassinate a national ambassador. However, Lanius carries the aura of a true creator, making him highly likely to be connected to the Aurora Society.

Trusting Audrey, Fors didn't seek help from Mr. A. Instead, she searched among other extraordinary individuals she knew, looking for a cure. Time passed, and as Hugh's condition worsened, with no news from Audrey, her anxiety grew.

How to do?
Could it be that Hugh will really be killed by the curse?
She scratched her hair in frustration, fidgeting restlessly. Her own situation was already bad enough, but now, Lianxiu was also in danger; fate seemed to be against them both.

O God of Steam, please give me some hope.
She whispered a prayer.

As dusk settled, Fors, who hadn't eaten all day, had no appetite at all. She just stared blankly out the window, watching the crimson moonlight filter through the curtains and spill onto the floor.

She suddenly realized something.

Oh no, it seems like today is a full moon.
At the same time, she noticed that the crimson light was rapidly deepening until it became an indistinguishable scarlet.

Not only a full moon, but even a blood moon has appeared!
"what!"

Fors covered her head and let out a short scream.

The terrifying murmur arrived as expected, and not only that, under the red moon, the voice became exceptionally clear and exceptionally loud!
"Stop, stop!"

She rolled on the ground, thrashing about and frantically pounding her head. The unconscious Hugh kept her eyes tightly shut, completely unaware of the unimaginable pain her companion was enduring.

"Hey!"

Fors tore off a large clump of her brown, blood-stained curly hair, trying to distract herself from the pain by hurting herself, but it obviously didn't work.

Damn it, the effects are even more pronounced during the Red Moon!
Fors thought painfully, her mind filled with incoherent murmurs, as if her head was about to explode.

"Great, god of steam and machinery."

"You are the embodiment of essence."

She futilely chanted the name of the deity she worshipped, trying to be saved. But even after chanting it again and again, it had no effect. Only a crimson light, like blood, shone upon her.

"Ah! Ah!"

The pain intensified, and Fors screamed short, sharp cries. Her nails and hair grew wildly, her spirit gradually went mad, and her body tilted violently toward the brink of losing control. Her struggles caused her to crash into a nearby desk, scattering the books that had been stacked on it all over the floor.

Hugh is still injured, and I'm going to die too.
She thought sadly as she looked at the other person lying on the bed, fast asleep.

No, I don't want it to end like this!

I can't die, Hugh still needs me!

Fors struggled desperately, when she suddenly noticed a piece of paper in front of her, covered with Roselle's mysterious script and ancient Hermes.

It was the strange note that Hugh found, on which was written the name of a mysterious being.
Even if it's an evil god, as long as it can save me!

Fors, as if grasping at the last straw, crawled toward the note and began to quietly recite the words on it in Old Hermes:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

"The King of Good Fortune, Yellow and Black."

"Please save me, save me!"

"what?"

Klein, who had just said goodbye to Luzer and returned home, and hadn't even had time to change out of his work uniform, suddenly heard a series of illusory, layered prayers in his ears.

A few minutes later.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fool."

Fors thanked the tall figure with immense gratitude.

The other party not only rescued her from her delirium but also answered some of her questions and invited her to the Tarot Club, giving her the codename "The Magician".

"It's just a piece of cake."

Klein maintained Mr. Fool's mystery and nodded slightly.

He hadn't expected to encounter Fors, the person "Justice" spoke of, in this way. Judging from her condition, she might have been influenced by "Mr. Door" from Russell's diary.

At this moment, he noticed that Fors's expression seemed hesitant, as if he still had something to say.

"Is there something else?"

He asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Respected Fool, I have a friend who has been cursed by the offspring of an evil god. Do you have any way to resolve this?"

Fors asked, somewhat embarrassed but also hopeful.

Klein was taken aback, then almost burst out laughing.

Just now, I was thinking about how to pass the message to Miss Justice. Now that's perfect, we've eliminated one middleman.

(End of this chapter)