Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 3: Nizivia, Vermyna, and the World Observer, part 4
“Darkening,” grunts Vermyna—his severed body instantly intact back. “Being arrogant it should also have its limits!” he exclaimed, shooting dimensional bubbles at Larazia—which was of course futile as the bubbles eroded and disappeared before reaching the target.
But that's not a problem. Vermyna knew Larazia would just shut up ‒ her arrogance made the creature receive an attack. Vermyna just took advantage of that to get himself and Larazia out of the center of the dimension. They appear on the lunar surface—in one of its fairly extensive craters.
Vermyna took them out of the center of his dimension not without reason. There, Larazia could reach him because— as she told—Vermyna was in a single dimension. All of his [Space-Time Magic] forms were in the same space.
But here it is different. Vermyna could connect the space in Islan and the space in moon— which she couldn't possibly jang—
“Huh?”
Vermyna blinked and reflexively checked the sharp object that penetrated his back to the front of the chest. However, the culprit was not behind Vermyna. Just then Vermyna's eyes widened.he forgot that the creature had said he could teleport. He has been careless.
“How much apprehensive carelessness, Vermyna. I didn't expect this from someone as experienced as you.” Larazia appears in front of Vermyna, but the vampire queen knows it's a clone. The reason, his body can not move—white sand has filled his blood flow, controlling his body movements.
In a normal situation, Vermyna just needed to reset the time and everything would be fine. However, regardless of what technique Larazia performed by harnessing life energy, her magic faded just as it was about to activate. It was like a lowly imitation of Fie's anti-magic.
“Now, I give you the last chance to vote,” said Larazia—this time the sound came from behind Vermyna. “Kneeled. Begging for mercy. Or, I will torture you until you beg to die.”
“...Assassin Art:—” Larazia who is in front of Vermyna (the clone) directs her dagger right into Vermyna's neck. A blackish purple smoke seemed to seep out from the dagger. At that very moment Vermyna understood that it was a deadly poison. “—Poison Killer.”
It happened so fast, Vermyna didn't even see the dagger move. However, clearly, the heat that pierced through his throat was not a hallucination at all. A spontaneous painful scream whimpered out from his mouth. However, it only happened a few seconds early, after which Vermyna's mouth just flapped; no sound came out of it.
The dagger did not pierce through her neck, but Vermyna could feel a small hole the size of a needle in her neck. The poison seemed to form a needle and penetrate into it. And in just an instant, Vermyna felt the poison enter the bloodstream, circulating throughout the body.
Vermyna's mouth spontaneously coughed, blood pouring out of the mouth. Not stopping there, blood then also came out of Vermyna's nose, eyes, and ears. Even the blood is not fresh red as blood in general, but blackish red and very thick.
There is no mistake that the poison conquered his blood. Furthermore, the poison messed up his nerves. Vermyna lost control over her body even after the white sand disappeared.
...—...
Larazia smiled innocently looking at Vermyna screaming in agony. Ah, it's not right if it's called screaming; no sound comes out of his mouth. Mute in agony..what can you say so?
Larazia let her mouth chuckle, at the same time removing her clone—who suddenly made the dagger that was grabbed by the clone fall.
“Uh, that was unintentional,” muttered Larazia with a sinless face as the fallen dagger hit Vermyna's left eye. “You can maut—”
Larazia's body suddenly stiffened.
Before he could mutter, his control over Nizivia's body disappeared.
Nizivia's appearance slowly returned to normal. That flat expression was one hundred percent of the girl's. And as soon as her heterochromic iris looked at Vermyna's body writhing like a worm watered with salt, the lips blossomed so wide.
...—Haikal Islands, New World Headquarters Order—...
Catherine took off her plain white mask while sighing.
Monica is so stubborn sometimes. Catherine knew Hernandez better than anyone else in the New World Order. Therefore, he knew what would happen if Eleventh Commander Nizivia von Clasta went there. There are only two possibilities: Hernandez welcomes him if it has anything to do with Hernandez; Hernandez will teleport him at random if his arrival is not expected.
“Miss Catherine,” call Em who just entered—En tailed right behind her. They entered his room without permission, as usual. “This blood is quite delicious. Miss may be interested?”
Catherine glanced at the clear glass of blood they were carrying, before then shook her head slowly. “I don't have—huh?!”
It happened so suddenly ‒ in an instant Catherine found herself in a world that all purple—be it the floor or the ceiling. There is no other color. As if the world were one color.
Although it was uncertain, Catherine felt that she was deep within him.
“For a long time not to see you, Catherine. Looks like you're enjoying life enough, eh?”
Catherine's body (if she could be called a body) stiffened, it felt like she was frozen.
That voice….
That voice….
That voice….
Catherine's reflexes flipped ‒ a pair of perfectly familiar vertical blood-red irises looked at her kindly.
“Vermyna..” Catherine was at first confused, but the confusion quickly turned sour. “Are you going to kill me, like you said back then?” tanyanya while installing a standby position.
“That's not a question you deserve to ask yourself this brother, let alone ourselves have not met for a long time. Ah, I want to say a few things, but will myself delay for later.”
Catherine's instincts instantly screamed asking her out of whatever place this was, but at that very moment her “body” stopped completely.
Meanwhile, Vermyna was already right in front of him—he floated so that the position of their heads was aligned. “Calm down,” said Vermyna calms—which does not calm him down at all. “Couple sure your personality won't disappear.”
Then Vermyana's expression became very focused and solemn, Catherine never seemed to see Vermyna this serious in her life.
“Return to me, angry soul.” The vampire queen muttered in a heavy voice, her right hand firmly gripping Catherine's neck. “We are separated by despicable beings, limited by space, time, to fate. We who stand with space-time are bound to a pseudo concept that should be submissive and obedient. Come back to me, O forgotten soul.”