Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 207 - ESCAPE

“This emblem?”

Alice stared in shock behind the mirror at the mark that appeared behind the nape of her neck.

I also explained to him about the hero and how I turned out instead of a tyrant foretold by the deception of Baal who disguised himself as the Monk Vyndicta Eros was the real hero.

Then as one of my four party members, Alice was chosen as the shield.

“So so? Glad to hear it, Master.”

There was a sincere smile mixed happily behind Alice's face. I don't know why I could vaguely feel that he was happy to be selected as one of my party members.

However, once I told her that two of the other three party members were people who should have been presumed dead, Alice immediately showed a face of shock.

“What? So one of the other party members was Albert? Albert is alive? And one of the other members was His Highness Crown Prince Albexus of the former Vlonhard Empire? Wasn't it just their obituary that was heard, but their bodies were clearly found as well? Didn't Master and I both attend Albert's burial?”

I also could not answer Alice's question because until now, Albert was still silent to her. I also do not know why Albert and Albexus, whose body was clearly put into a pit in a terrible state, could rise again in one piece.

I also only gave Alice a brief explanation of the extent of what I understood and then asked her to follow me immediately to join the other hero party members. Alice and I are both grateful that Albert still exists in this world.

I also invited Alice to meet Yasmin to return together to the capital to meet the three other hero party members.

“What? So Miss Yasmin wasn't one of the chosen ones? I thought it was only natural that she was chosen either as the understanding or the wise since Miss Yasmin was very close to Master.”

Seen a sad face, disappointed, and mixed with pity on Alice's expression so knowing that among the four people who were listed as members of my party, Yasmin was not one of them. But I saw Yasmin only responding with a smile. Then so aware that her words might sound disrespectful, Alice immediately apologized to Yasmin with an expression that felt very guilty.

Alice can think that because I haven't told anyone about Yasmin's true identity as Cassandra's witch. Yasmin, who comes from a dark background, is unlikely to be chosen as a hero party member.

“Wait, Master. Between Albert and His Majesty Albexus, who dong became the conqueror?”

I could understand when Alice asked me that. That was because he also felt that there was no chance for both of them to become the understanding or the wise. To be the understanding, you must be intelligent and understand which is good, while to be the wise, you must have a purity of heart and strong empathy for the suffering of others.

None of the two criteria seemed to match the appearance of either Albert or Albexus. After all if we look at the two, they are just the type of idiots who both like to play sword-handling.

“That's Albert.”

“So then, His Highness Crown Prince Albexus..

“He's the sage.”

Alice immediately gaped agape at my answer as if I were saying something most unlikely in the world that someone as hard-looking as Albexus apparently had a heart as gentle as a holy maiden.

“To whom was the last man, Master?”

“You will know it soon. He is also a person we know very well.”

I could have mentioned Doctor Minerva's name directly to Alice at that time as the understanding. However, my ignorant mind came to see Alice's unique expression that would be shocked to know firsthand who the last person was.

Me, Alice, and Yasmin decided to return to the capital through the gate, not with my instant portable gate or Doctor Minerva's magic portal. There is no other reason, I am just tired so I want to go for a walk, so I also use the time to pick up Alice in Litrum City as a means to make it happen.

Well, as the saying goes, while diving drink water. I myself don't know why it's like that. Wouldn't if we dived then while drinking sea water as a thirst reliever, instead of our thirst being assuaged, we would actually get thirsty and eventually die faster? But I don't think it's my realm to comment on the literature and proverbs that developed in the society of this Continent of Ernoa. Which you obviously understand I mean, right?

But as soon as we were on our way, something suddenly ambushed our steps. Alice and Yasmin immediately stood before me to protect me. I also did not remain silent. I immediately alerted myself to be ready for battle whenever needed.

But when I looked carefully at the figure that was blocking our steps, it was,

“Noel Dumberman!”

I immediately shouted angrily at the figure. His black scales and golden hair that resembled Leon could immediately let me know that it was him without having to look at him more closely. Beside her had been with her an old granny figure who seemed to be her transporter to this place through her stick vehicle which had a design looking very striking in that negative sense.

“What do you want to do again in this place, bastard?!”

I couldn't help my composure any more once I saw that disgusting face of hers.no, her face was too similar to Leon in my memories that if I said it was disgusting, it was, it was as if I was cursing my sister who had been there. The obvious sight of his face actually made my anger instantly peak.

I have not forgotten how his actions that almost released the demons in the homeland of Meglovia that could have claimed many innocent lives.

A moment of silence between us. I could see it rubbing as the scales peeled off from its inner skin. He looked so fragile and helpless. Is he hurt?

Perhaps because of the look in my eyes that really hinted that he would immediately kill him if he made a suspicious move, the old granny next to him was the one who ended up saying something to me while looking foolishly, Noel Dumberman could only look at me with his breath still panting while holding his chest.

“Stop that, Son Helios. We have no intention of fighting. I want you to save him.”

And it might not look like it because of his old, wrinkled face, but there was no mistaking that this old granny was also a witch from sorcery flying a stick that she did in this broad daylight. For why he can be old and wrinkled even though he is a witch, I also don't know the reason.

“Shipton!”

“Oh, Miss Cassandra.”

Yasmin who knew the figure was concrete proof that she was a witch.

I could see the face full of question marks from Alice who seemed too late to understand the situation. He actually did not know that Yasmin was also a witch so he must have wondered why she could know and look familiar with the figure that should be the enemy standing before us at this time.

Forget it, Madam Shipton. I seem to know that figure well too. The figure is in one of the stories that was restored by the history department among the historical documents that Baal had tried to eliminate his track record forever in the world.

There is nothing more meritorious than Doctor Minerva who apparently had a secret society that collected books that had been branded blasphemy by the holy temple when Baal, no, I mean the monk Vyndicta Eros is still in power.

Madam Shipton and the devil's trap.

One day, there lived a very happy married couple, the Shipton family. The husband comes from the family. However, the husband's family does not forbid the husband to marry the wife who is a homeless orphan.

They also married and lived happily. Later it is known that the husband is barren, however, the wife still loves the husband with all her heart. They can still live happily even though they will never have a child.

Problems then arise when they begin to age. Forecasts of the future continue to appear in the dream of the wife. At first, he did not believe the prophecies through his dreams. But then in fact, what was all foretold through his dreams really came true without any one being missed.

Then one day, came the prophecy of the death of the husband.

The wife was also struck by deep despair because of it.

Once upon a time, the black hooded figure came to Madam Shipton and the figure told her that there was a way to save her husband by toppling the lives of 77 boys aged less than 10 years and then meminumkan blood on the husband, one every day in the dark night for 77 days without ever missing a day until the growth filled.

However, Madam Shipton is a loving person. He resolutely refused this. And certainly her husband also does not want to live by giving rise to the life of another human being.

However, in the end, the husband began to fall ill as predicted. Although not tempted by what is offered by a black hooded figure, Madam Shipton began to be tempted to explore sorcery. He began to think that if there was no medicine he could find either through medicine or holy magic, perhaps sorcery was the only way.

Even with a detour, that was where he was trapped by the trap of the black hooded figure. Madam Shipton, unaware that she herself has traveled the witch's way, continues to perform sorcery which impacts her body to begin to be contaminated where she dies.

Surprisingly, around where the Shipton family lived, there was a serial murder of minors. Then without a second thought, the residents immediately accused Madam Shipton as the culprit. Madam Shipton's behavior has looked suspicious lately, especially she actually has also been famous as a dream forecaster.

In those days, dream forecasters were closely associated with black magic aka witch, although the ability to interpret dreams is not part of sorcery, only the supernatural ability Madam Shipton suddenly awakened.

Without knowing that fact, when the residents forcibly investigated Madam Shipton's house, they also managed to get evidence of the practice of sorcery there.

Madam Shipton could not avoid the accusation about the evidence that plagues him even though he was innocent. It was actually a trap that was all prepared by the black hooded figure to her.

It was the black hooded figure who killed the minors, luring Madam Shipton to find the forbidden books containing sorcery, which she was told to read, and that figure also instilled deep suspicion to the citizens from the beginning to Madam Shipton through various tricks of his cunning hasudan.

Fortunately, Madam Shipton was able to escape the rampage of the citizens before she and her husband were burned alive by the citizens. It was the plan control of the black hooded figure.

However, Madam Shipton had no other choice but to take her husband with her into the forest where the citizens would not be able to find them.

The husband who was sickly, had to get sick again about the factor of the instability of the forest area. Be the husband really died as the embodiment of Madam Shipton's dream prophecy.

Madam Shipton failed to realize her wish. There, the sorcery had polluted him and damaged his body. He could not go back to the past since the citizens had judged him as a witch who had to undergo arson execution.

Madam Shipton is a fool who easily entered into the trap of the black hooded figure even though he has a good heart, finally, there was no other choice but to follow the path with the black hooded figure to hell.

This story is usually used as a foundation to introduce children how dangerous the devil's deceit is. If we are not caught by frontal trickery, then they will use the trickery of winding until finally we are completely trapped. Therefore, this story teaches us to always be careful in behaving and much-lead knowledge so as not to be easily misled by the devil.

And never dare to use evil as your strength to get your wish because it will only deceive you and take you back one day. The black thing and the white thing is clear the difference at first.

That's the tragic story of the Shipton witch who was trapped by a devil's trap, one of the stories that disappeared along with the rise of a new era holy temple a hundred years ago because it was considered to teach blasphemy. Well, who else did it besides Baal who desperately wanted to mislead people with stupidity.

I could not believe that the famous figure from the era of 400 years ago, in the times where the Meglovia Kingdom was still small, was actually standing before me at this time. Unfortunately, Madam Shipton is not famous for being on a good road.

Come to think of it, I also let Yasmin be by my side even though I knew that she was also a witch going the black way. Am I really the same as Madam Shipton?

No, that can't be true. From the beginning, I didn't want any witch power from Yasmin. Yasmin stood by my absolute side not as the witch Cassandra, but as my loyal maid, Yasmin. As long as Yasmin keeps her promise that she will never use her sorcery unless I tell her to be in an emergency, then she will always be with me.

Doesn't that make me look more hypocritical? If only sorcery had never existed in this world and if only I could have met Yasmin under other circumstances. No, that's wrong. If I think like that, it's the same as me rejecting Yasmin's existence.

More than anyone else, I seem to have to learn more about the saga of Madam Shipton and the Devil's Trap.