Chapter 117: Curse Plague (20)
The ground trembled.
The storm swept through the open field.
Dirt and rocks flew up and then settled back down.
The circus members who were running towards Ella stood frozen in their tracks.
The expressions on their faces were beyond words, filled with shock and despair.
As if confirming the kill, the demon slammed its hands down on the side of the fallen carriage.
With a thud, the carriage frame sank.
It was a scene so cruel that even the hope of her being alive was shattered.
If Ella was still alive, there was no other option but to avoid from the beginning.
The members desperately searched the surroundings with eyes filled with hope.
She might appear suddenly with her usual confident demeanor.
Theres a possibility.
Our leader.
Shes incredibly fast.
Maybe she dodged it
They fervently tried to find evidence that she was still alive.
However, their hopes were brutally crushed in a heartless way.
Someone let out a sigh filled with gloom.
He pointed with trembling fingers towards the edge of the broken carriage.
All eyes turned to that direction.
Thick wooden planks were torn apart like paper.
The iron structure was bent and broken.
There, blood was flowing.
It was a bright red blood as if pouring out from a freshly cracked egg.
The blood didnt stop, continuing to flow down the slope.
It reached the limit of what could be extracted from a human body.
It became clear.
Ella was dead.
Bendict, standing next to the staggering Yurakne, supported himself.
Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, he alternately looked at the shattered carriage and the pool of blood.
He, the most composed among the monster members, couldnt stop tears from flowing through the bandages.
The triplets sat on the ground, muttering incomprehensible curses, the dwarf buried his face in the ground, wailing, and the skeleton stood motionless, as if lost in thought.
They all liked Ella.
Until Maya came, she was the only ordinary human in the circus.
Still, she never feared them.
From the moment they met, she treated them warmly without any hesitation.
You guys are welcomed. Join us without worrying about the food. Welcome, cost-effective members!
How much do we have? Well, when you guys join, the number of members will double.
But theres a condition! You have to change bandages every day! People need to live clean!
Okay. Instead, dont call me aunt, call me sister.
Is it strange to say peculiar in front of our members because of my short height?
10 years old? Kids. Do you have the confidence to handle it? No, not that. Just live like the youngest.
Despite her many criticisms and harsh treatment regarding the circus, she was the one who taught them how to stand on the stage.
She was like a savior who pulled their hearts out of the darkness.
But now, she
Their leader
Is dead.
Every member expressed their sorrow in their own way.
Among them, Womon was the one releasing his emotions most intensely.
Krooo!
He roared, grabbing his weapon.
It was a sword used when he performed as a vampire.
Although the wings were not real, the size alone was enough.
You, Ella sister!
Womons two eyes glared with anger.
He charged towards the demon with his horns raised.
A fierce force accompanied him.
Kik!
Zakanuba laughed as it saw him rushing.
The trajectory of a simple, unmatched kitchen knife.
With just a few collisions, it fully understood the opponents power.
Simple momentum was in favor of the opponent.
However, speed, technique, combat experienceeverything was far inferior.
It slashed his claws, passing over Womon, who had fallen flat on the ground.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Scoff.
His favourability at 15, a reward for his knife-throwing display at the Rose Windmill Cabaret, and Kirkus blessing.
The large sword thrown by Womon returned to his hand, following his silent call.
The knife that flew back hit Zakanubas head.
Krir
Zakanuba collapsed, with eyes full of questions as if it couldnt understand what had just happened.
The demon was dead.
Womon, who was half-lying down, got up, touching the ground with his hands.
The members tied with the rope, their strength drained, sat down on the ground.
They all survived.
Moreover, they defeated the fearsome demon.
However, there were no rejoicing members.
They slowly stood up one by one and approached the wreckage of the shattered carriage.
Womon, who found it difficult to use his legs, was supported by other members.
Without saying a word, the members began to clear away the debris.
It was to salvage the remains of Ella and soothe her spirit.
Even Yurakne, who had been silent, spoke up.
Ella.
Her voice contained a mix of sadness and a slight sense of relief.
The members gathered around her.
They realized that what she had discovered was not the body of the assistant-ringmaster but something else.
A faint human figure emerged from the wreckage of the carriage.
It had the appearance of someone very familiar to them.
Oh, Ella my goodness
Squeak! Its the ghost of the Assistant Director!
Bless bless her soul
Sorry we couldnt protect you
Good, you need to go to a better place
Sister Well, farewell
The members bid their farewells to her ghost.
Ella, who had become partially transparent, looked at them with a puzzled expression.
What are you all doing? Im not dead!
Upon hearing her words, the members raised their heads with a sorrowful expression.
Ella.
Squeak! Assistant-Director! Youre dead!
They say that a ghost doesnt know its dead and continues to wander around where it died.
Unable to bear the situation any longer, Ella scratched the back of her head.
No, really! Look!
She took off the mask covering half of her face.
Wait! Why didnt you come out earlier!
The frustrated members saw Ellas tangible body.
They stared at her in disbelief.
What what happened?
Name: Ghost Mask
Applicable Target: Full body, clothing and belongings under 5kg.
Effect: While wearing it, the user becomes semi-transparent, capable of phasing through materials. Affected by the environment.
Resource Requirement: Stamina
This was a gift from Wonderstein to Ella before leaving the Luz.
He thought it would be better to give useful items to the members instead of keeping rare magical items stored away.
He gave the magic item, like Mayas sketchbook and Yuraknes rope, to the respective individuals.
Mayas sketchbook and Yuraknes rope, and now this mask! How does the leader keep finding these amazing items?
Doesnt matter. Thanks to them, were alive!
Haha, Long live Director Wonderstein!
As expected, even demons are on our side
At that moment, Wumon, blinking his eyes, pointed happily at the pool of dried blood under the carriage.
Wait! What about that? What is it?
That? Dont you remember what that carriage was? Its the one carrying our food supplies.
Excitement burst out from the members.
When leaving Luz, their sponsor filled one of the carriages with tomatoes.
Thanks to the leader, I got an idea and Im planning a festival. We have plenty of tomatoes. Take as much as you want.
Though tomatoes were tiresome for them, they couldnt refuse the sponsors request.
Normally, they wouldnt mistake blood and tomatoes.
However, in the current situation, exhausted from the midnight demon attack and surrounded by dozens of corpses emitting the scent of blood, they failed to notice it.
I didnt realize it because of the demon attack and all the bodies around. We were given tomatoes as a sponsorship. Lets just say its our fate.
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