Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 37 Ramblings? Nothing special.

"ember?"

Xiu looked suspicious.

Although she wasn't familiar with Ember, she had learned his name from Viscount Grelint—

Ash Black.

Although Viscount Grelint's expression was somewhat strange, even questioning, when he asked the question.

But Hugh clearly wouldn't care about these details.

But right now, Ember is introducing himself using a completely different name.

Could it be a pseudonym?

But what's the point of all this?

"So, Mr. Ember."

Hugh Deercha didn't hesitate for long. After gathering his thoughts, he asked, "Do you need me to prepare some materials?"

Materials? Not needed.

Ember calmly shook his head.

He actually knew why the other person had that question.

For some unknown reason, magic in this world has become extremely outdated.

Any kind of magic requires a ritual to be performed using specific materials in order to be released.

In addition, rituals involving offering prayers to deities also require the arrangement of materials.

This was something that Ember found completely incomprehensible.

He simply couldn't understand the motivation behind doing this. Was it for that damn sense of ritual?

Or has the gods of this world become so shallow that they must be pleased with rituals?

"Is that so?"

Hugh had no doubts, he just looked Yu Jin up and down.

She assumed that Yu Jin had already prepared the necessary materials.

Perhaps because they lacked common topics, the atmosphere remained awkward throughout the three of them, even though they were all in the living room.

It wasn't until Fors broke the silence.

"They're here."

Fors gave a bitter smile.

Outside the window, the blood moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its light bright and perfect.

"Fors!"

Xiu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked at his friend.

At this moment, Fors was already writhing in agony on the sofa.

Her beautiful face was twisted to the extreme, looking as ferocious as a demon.

Fors covered her ears with both hands, even though she knew it was pointless.

But right now, she's like a drowning person reaching out haphazardly to grab onto something.

"ember!"

Hugh took a step back in fright, but quickly turned his anxious gaze to Ember.

She knew Fors was in pain, but she never knew Fors would be in so much pain during the full moon.

"It's not the right time yet."

Ember calmly watched everything unfold without making any move.

"Help, help me..."

Tormented by pain, Fors reached out and grasped at the air, her dazed and pained eyes filled with pleading.

Beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, and veins bulged on the back of her hands.

Her body tensed and rolled at times, and her pale blue eyes, which originally had a playful and languid air, were filled with pain.

Deep within those pupils, countless lights and shadows seemed to shift and overlap.

"ember!"

Xiu watched anxiously and urged the remaining embers once again, but the embers still did nothing.

Driven to the brink of madness by E's torment, Fors struggled to utter the name of her deity, seeking salvation:

"The great god of steam and machinery."

"You are the essence, the embodiment."

"You are the artisan's protector."

"You are the light of technology, the light of light."

She devoutly recited the names of the gods, and although she recited the names of several gods, it did not diminish her devotion.

Unfortunately, this didn't do anything.

Her pain did not lessen; instead, it grew stronger.

Unable to bear it any longer, Fors frantically scratched the wooden legs of the coffee table with her fingernails, leaving deep marks and making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache.

Snapped!

Her fingernail snapped off!

Her hair is growing longer in a strange way!

Her skin's stratum corneum was now covered with an eerie white glow!

It was as if she would completely transform into a monster at any moment.

Only then did Ember make a move.

Under Hugh's angry gaze, he produced a small holy bell from who-knows-where.

Then, he shook the sacred bell and performed a miracle.

"Ring ring!"

Holy light slowly gathered from the sacred bell, eventually emerging beneath his feet. A white-gold circular magic circle, resembling a moon, spread outwards in concentric circles like ripples on water.

[Healing Tears]

The miracles imparted by Moen, the apostle of Archbishop Karim.

It can treat bleeding and poisoning in people around it.

And all abnormal conditions such as cold.

Moen was a well-known follower of the goddess Quart.

This is her story of being surrounded by death.

"Ring ring!"

Amidst the clear ringing of the sacred bells, the holy magic circle enveloped Fors's body.

Then, in an instant, her body was enveloped in a holy light.

When the light faded, her body had miraculously and rapidly returned to normal.

Apart from her broken fingernails that grew back and her hair that had grown long enough to drag on the ground, she remained unchanged.

"I'm not dead? I'm not out of control?"

The agonizing torment suddenly vanished, but Fors's gaze remained somewhat unfocused and confused.

"Not at the moment."

Ember countered, "But that might change once the miracle wears off. How long will your ramblings last? All night?"

"How is that possible?"

With her friend's help, Fors sat up, panting heavily. "If it had lasted all night, I probably would have lost control long ago. But generally, babbling during a full moon usually lasts three to five minutes, and during a blood moon it can last more than seven minutes."

After a pause, Fors gave a bitter laugh. "In fact, if it weren't for the two consecutive blood moons this year, I originally estimated that I could have held on for at least a few more months, and wouldn't have lost control like this now..."

"Three minutes?"

Yu Jin nodded silently.

PS1: The "Red Moon" and "Blood Moon" in Lord of Mysteries are not the same thing.

A red moon is a moon that is naturally round, and like a normal moon, it has phases of waxing and waning, except for its color.

A blood moon, on the other hand, refers to a moon that, on a day other than a full moon, suddenly and illogically transforms into a full moon within a short period of time, turning a deep red like blood.

(End of this chapter)