I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 11 Blood Moon Night

The dark night fell like a ghost, and a blood-red full moon hung above the cold and deep night sky.

"Hoo, ho, ho..." Lancelot flew through the dark forest, his figure drawing a conspicuous line of gray.

He escaped from the orphanage at night and ran all the way to the Demonic Forest.

At this time, Lancelot had been running at full strength for nearly half an hour. The expression on his face was particularly ferocious, and he was obviously a little exhausted.

But he didn't dare slow down for even a minute, because there were extremely dangerous monsters lurking in the trees on both sides.

[If she was a wizard, why didn't she take me directly to the castle?] Lancelot felt a little uneasy.

He naturally noticed the smell of blood coming from the darkness, but the reaction of these guys was a little unusual.

However, the arrow had to be fired, and the fear of the unknown told him not to stop.

Just imagine what it would be like to have hundreds of monsters staring at you and drooling.

【Finally--it’s here!】

Lancelot caught a glimpse of the faint black outline not far away, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed.

The boy ran to an open space and looked back at the forest behind him. The beasts had dispersed and seemed unable to get close to the castle.

This land full of magical beasts is called the "Demon Forest" by the townspeople and is located about five kilometers northwest of the town.

Even at noon when the sun is abundant, the townspeople only dare to pick up some dry firewood at the edge of the forest. No one is willing to step into the Demonic Forest.

It is said that this ancient forest is cursed. Monsters are not the only scary thing here. There is also a powerful and evil witch living in the center of the forest.

If someone chooses to enter the Demonic Forest after the sun sets, they must be tired of living.

No one would have thought that this thin fifteen-year-old boy could do this easily.

Lancelot was now standing in the center of the forest, with a huge castle standing in front of him, blocking out the blood-red full moon in the night sky.

The castle rises from the dark green lawn, with its dark spiers towering into the clouds. The whole building exudes a strong Gothic atmosphere.

The boy raised his head and looked at the castle in front of him for a while, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

【Why do you feel like I have been here before? 】

Lancelot shook his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and walked quickly towards the gate of the castle.

His exhausted body seriously affected his speed, especially after the long period of strenuous exercise, which had reached the limit of physical exertion.

"Damn it!" Lancelot cursed in a low voice.

The soreness radiating from various parts of his body forced him to grit his teeth, and he suffered tremendous pain every time he took a step forward.

He hated this fragile body, his bones were as brittle as glass, and his physical fitness level was less than half of an ordinary person's.

"Oh, poor child, you are destined to have no chance with the sword." This was the evaluation made by the only swordsmanship teacher in the town after he assessed him.

Lancelot came to the gate of the castle, took a deep breath, grabbed the black iron ring on the door, and knocked hard several times.

The boy immediately took two steps back, stretched out his hands to move his sweat-soaked hair to both sides, and then lowered his head and patted the gray short coat that was covered with patches on his body.

After getting ready, Lancelot straightened his back and tried to leave a good impression on the owner of the castle.

"Creak", the heavy door of the castle opened a crack.

At the same time, a pleasant voice came from the door.

"Lancelot?"

The boy was startled when he heard this and hesitated: "Well...it's me."

"Bang!" The door opened in response, and a graceful figure appeared in front of Lancelot.

The boy raised his head timidly. When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his heart, which had finally calmed down, began to agitate again.

The blood-red wizard robe tightly wrapped the witch's body, and her neck as white as jade was exposed to the air. A pure black belt tied a beautiful knot around her waist. The seemingly rough fabric could not hide her at all.

That impeccable figure.

The witch has a pair of rare purple pupils, a delicate and high bridge of nose, and sexy red lips, which are like a blazing flame against the backdrop of her white and tender skin.

Lancelot was completely dumbfounded. When Gloria came to see him three days ago, the light was too dark and he could not see her face clearly.

While Lancelot was in a daze, the witch couldn't wait to step forward and take him into her arms.

"Well..."

Along with a vague fragrance, two soft objects pressed against the boy's face, making him breathless.

The boy's heart calmed down instantly, and what was even more incredible to him was that the soreness that spread throughout his body also disappeared.

After a few seconds, the witch opened her arms and showed a smile of relief on her face. "Lancelot, you came very early. Did you encounter any trouble on the way?" The witch stretched out her right hand and stroked Lancelot's soft skin.

Long silver hair.

The witch carefully looked at the thin boy in front of her, and his delicate face revealed a melancholy that was not appropriate for his age.

It is easy to see from the boy's sallow face that Lancelot has suffered a lot in the past three years.

The only thing that hasn't changed is Lancelot's rare silver hair.

"Those monsters seem to be afraid of me. It's really strange." Lancelot recalled the scene of walking through the forest just now, still a little scared.

"Haha, it proves that you are a lucky guy." The witch said and looked up at the strange blood moon in the night sky.

The witch took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

Lancelot watched all this. Under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, Gloria's slightly raised, flawless profile seemed to be covered with a veil.

The hot breath turned into a white mist in the darkness, and dissipated in the air in the blink of an eye.

The boy couldn't help but sigh that such a beautiful face should never appear in the mortal world.

At this moment, Lancelot's temple began to feel severe pain without warning.

The boy's face turned pale and he closed his eyes in pain, as if a sharp saw was being aimed at his brain and cutting it back and forth.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that the other party's expression was wrong, the witch asked with concern.

Hearing the witch's voice, he forced his eyelids open, only to find that the scene in front of him had completely changed.

The sky was actually bright, cloudy, and raining like a waterfall.

The cold rain slapped on their faces, and the delicate touch was extremely real.

The environment the two of them were in was no longer a dense forest, but a plain with a wide field of vision.

A bumpy road stretches infinitely ahead.

Lancelot looked down and saw that his feet were covered in mud. When he looked up again, the witch was staring at the sky.

"Gloria?"

He didn't know why he called out this name.

The witch looked at the boy and said calmly: "What do you want me to do?"

Just as Lancelot was about to answer, a severe headache caused him to close his eyes again.

As soon as my eyelids closed, the sound of wind and rain in my ears suddenly stopped, and there was a deathly silence.

"Lancelot, wake up!"

When the boy heard this, he opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the ground, with his head held by the witch's arms.

"I don't know why, my head hurts so much."

Gloria muttered a spell in a low voice, and at the same time lightly tapped the boy's forehead with the middle finger of her right hand.

I saw a green light covering Lancelot's head, and disappeared in an instant.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Thank you, thank you." The magic quickly eliminated the headache, and the boy stood up with the help of the witch. Only then did he realize that his back was soaked with sweat.

Gloria touched the boy's head, turned around and walked into the castle.

"Come in, we have a lot to do tonight."

(End of chapter)