Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1392: Section 1393 Request and Refusal

Angel originally thought that “just waiting” might be too passive, but to his surprise, the next morning, people from the Black Castle came looking for him.

As Angel stepped out of the meditation room, he heard a weird, lingering laugh.

Following the source of the sound, Angel’s gaze met with a pair of eyes filled with malice.

The person was a little girl who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a black puffy dress, a black half-veil, black straight hair, pale skin, and delicate cheeks.

There was no transcendent aura about her, yet she was floating in mid-air. The loveliness of her face was at odds with her eyes, which were both extremely cold and bloodthirsty, filled with a cruel malice that seemed to place one in the midst of a massacre.

When Angel saw her, his originally calm expression turned a few shades darker.

This little girl was not unfamiliar to him; she was the one who had almost driven him to death back at Silent Hill and the current ruler of the Black Castle, “Queen Dusk” Isabella!

It wasn’t just Isabella who was present in the hall at that moment; Kimberly and Sanders were both there as well.

Angel walked leisurely towards the center, and during this process, Isabella’s gaze stayed fixed on him. Even though Isabella did not speak, that sharp, strange laughter continued to echo in the hall.

Angel approached Sanders with an expressionless face.

“Sit down,” Sanders indicated.

Angel had intended to stand at the back, but since Sanders asked him to sit and neither Kimberly nor Isabella had any objections, he took his seat directly.

“We meet again,” said Isabella in a bewitching voice. As she spoke, the weird laughter did not stop—it was as if there were two voices existing at the same time.

Angel did not speak, only nodding expressionlessly.

Angel’s indifferent response flashed a touch of annoyance on Isabella’s face, but because Sanders was there, she dared not say much, only casting a more shadowy look at Angel.

Kimberly, sitting on the other side, noticed Isabella’s expression and hooked her lips slightly, looking at Angel with great interest, as if she wanted to probe something.

At that moment, Sanders’s gaze turned to the opposite side, “Since Greya has not yet come out, may I know what brings you here?”

Kimberly, holding a cup of hot tea, took a gentle sip, then placed the cup in the air, where it floated by her side. The steam rose and was harvested by the Flower Demon hidden within the forest of her hair.

“I came mainly to continue the discussion with Angel that we didn’t finish yesterday. As for Isabella, well, she probably has other matters?” Kimberly said with a light laugh.

Sanders’s gaze then timely shifted onto Isabella.

Isabella glanced coldly at Kimberly and then slowly said, “How could I not come to meet you when the Illusion Demon graces Black Castle with a visit? Of course, apart from meeting with the Illusion Demon, I also have a small request.”

“Now that we’ve met, why don’t you speak your request,” Sanders said in his usual flat tone. He was well aware that the supposed meeting was just a pretext, and Isabella had definitely come with another agenda in mind.

Possibly, it had something to do with the troubles at Black Castle.

“Previously, I heard from Natasha that you have an Alchemy Weapon that can eradicate the undead?”

Sanders glanced at Angel out of the corner of his eye, but the latter showed no reaction.

“What about it?” Sanders adjusted his sitting posture, crossed his arms, and assumed the demeanor of someone waiting for the continuation of a story.

“I just wanted to borrow it for a while. Would that be possible?”

“It belongs to my Apprentice; I cannot make that decision,” Sanders stated his position directly. If you want to borrow the Samsara Overture, you’ll have to speak with Angel yourself.

Isabella’s expression briefly darkened, but nevertheless, she patiently turned to the silent Angel, “What about you, Angel? What is your opinion?”

Angel didn’t speak for quite some time, gradually turning the atmosphere chilly.

Kimberly, observing this scene, had her interest intensified; she could have spoken up to ease the tension, but chose not to. Leaning back on the sofa, she assumed the posture of a spectator.

“What’s the matter? You’re not willing?” Isabella’s voice remained unchanged but the laughter in the other voice turned deeper and colder. An invisible oppression began slowly bearing down on Angel.

Isabella thought Sanders would stop her from pressuring Angel, giving her an opportunity to lash out and increase her control over the situation. However, to Isabella’s surprise, Sanders did nothing, appearing completely indifferent.

This left Isabella somewhat confused, but the pressure did not abate.

In the face of an Official Wizard’s oppression, any Apprentice would probably have weak knees by now, but to Isabella’s and Kimberly’s surprise, Angel seemed unaffected, remaining perfectly calm.

This calmness wasn’t just a superficial front. They could clearly sense that Angel’s blood flow and heartbeat remained unchanged, exhibiting no stress response typical of being under pressure.

This made Isabella even more irked, and she doubled the oppressive force.

Under such pressure, an ordinary wizard would likely feel discomfort, but Angel remained as calm as ever.

Isabella was never someone with good temper, and she was also exceedingly petty. When Angel first met her with Shadow, even before Angel was acquainted with her, she began to clamor to kill Angel.

The reason was quite simple; back then, Isabella was chasing after Bogura, hoping to use him to maintain the prestige of Black Castle.

Bogura had an extremely peculiar hobby; he was indifferent to beauty, and the only type that could catch his eye was those naturally born with blond hair and blue eyes, even if it was an ugly male mermaid, as long as it met the criteria of blond hair and blue eyes, Bogura would be fervent about it.

Angel had blond hair and blue eyes. When Isabella saw Angel’s hair and eye color at that time, she immediately felt uncomfortable, even though Angel hadn’t even met Bogura yet, Isabella was already bellowing about killing her.

It was clear that Isabella was very petty and extremely cruel and cold-hearted. In her eyes, life was less than dust.

Isabella was somewhat restrained today, simply because Sanders was by her side. But now, Angel, as his apprentice, showed an attitude of disdain, which instantly ignited the rage within Isabella’s heart.

Her pitch-black eyes were instantly replaced by blood-red, the oppressive aura of a Second Level Wizard fully unleashed, targeting Angel alone!

In such a furious oppression, Angel finally reacted.

He lifted his head, implying, “How similar to the situation back then… So, do you only know how to use threats?”

Angel lifted his head, his eyes giving a piercing glance at Isabella.

Isabella was taken aback for a moment, as just then, she seemed to have seen a mysterious green light in Angel’s eyes. That light penetrated into her heart, and an odd sense of fear spontaneously arose.

Isabella brushed aside the strangeness in her heart and looked at Angel coldly, “Do you think, by using some techniques and tricks to stand unshaken by oppression, that you can stand up against me?”

“I’m not trying to stand up against you,” Angel shrugged, “I’m just reminding you of the memory from back then.”

Isabella had no reaction to Angel’s words, but Kimberly showed a look of curiosity.

“For some inexplicable reason, you wanted to kill me back then at Silent Hill, and I was powerless to resist,” said Angel. “Do you still remember that?”

“Are you saying that you intend to resist now?” That day, she had learned of Isabella’s return, so naturally, she clearly remembered what had happened then.

“Resisting? Not really, but, I should have the right to refuse now, shouldn’t I?” Angel still appeared relaxed, showing no fear in the face of Isabella’s threat.

“The weapon I crafted, I have the right to decide. You were just asking if I wanted to lend it? My answer is—”

“Refused.”

Actually, if Isabella hadn’t brought it up herself, Angel might have cleared away those undead when he left. After all, the magazine of Samsara Overture had been empty for quite some time and urgently needed replenishing.

But now that Isabella had suddenly mentioned it, Angel began to be stubborn.

“And the reason for your refusal?” Isabella looked at Angel gloomily. If it weren’t for Sanders being there, she wouldn’t have said so much and would have just killed and taken what she wanted, “Is it just because of what happened back then?”

“Isn’t that reason enough?” Angel raised an eyebrow, “Speaking of which, Lady Isabella, did you come to me personally because, this matter is related to the changes in Black Castle?”

Angel’s question went unanswered by Isabella, instead Kimberly said, “Indeed, it does involve some internal factors of Black Castle, are you curious about this matter?”

“Not curious, I just want to say, why are there so many undead outside, don’t you have an idea?”

As Angel spoke, Sanders suddenly coughed.

What Angel had been saying until now didn’t matter, but his next words were obviously going to touch on a problem that had plagued Black Castle for a thousand years.

——Bloodbath.

Even if Black Castle indeed deserved criticism on this point, to say it in front of people of Black Castle, especially in front of Isabella, the current leader, was tantamount to a severe slap in the face.

With Isabella’s pettiness, she might start a war right there.

At that point, it was probable that they would have to enter a hostile state with Black Castle, which was clearly not what Sanders desired.

Although Sanders stopped him in time, Isabella evidently understood what Angel was getting at—

‘The matter of the undead is all your own doing.’

Isabella’s expression turned completely dark, while Kimberly was not as affected, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Kimberly had left Black Castle originally not only to follow in Isabel’s footsteps but also because she disapproved of Isabella’s change.

If Isabella was simply pursuing beauty and youth, Kimberly wouldn’t have cared, but it was the use of innocent young girls’ blood to maintain her youth that Kimberly found despicable.

That was why Kimberly left Black Castle six hundred years ago.

Even though Kimberly also disdained Isabella’s actions, it wasn’t for outsiders to comment on, so her mood was also somewhat uncomfortable.