The Endless Shuttle

"……Yes, it is."

In the hotel in Sweden, an interrogation is taking place in Kesma's room.

The object was the brown-black-haired girl who happened to meet on the street and was involved in the "sacrifice" incident.

She sat upright in the center of the luxurious room with a fearful expression on her face. The place where the abdomen was originally injured was wrapped in a white bandage, presumably Cosma did a magic treatment to prevent her from dying suddenly. Although it will consume some of the girl's lifespan, it is still a hundred times better than immediate death.

Of course, this is not an outburst of kindness from Kesma. As a combination of cold-blooded and cruel, he actually doesn't have that damn thing at all.

The only thing that can make him act abnormally is the idea of ​​"profitability".

Sitting on the sofa, Kesma sighed, flipping through Senna's information casually. Can't see anything special at all.

It was found by Liliana. After quickly incorporating some magic associations, she is now able to use local forces and intelligence networks.

Born in a third-rate hospital, his father is a car mechanic, his mother works in a factory, and an older brother got married and had a child a year ago. The place where I live is not very good, but I can barely enter the range of normal citizens...

Apart from having a little advantage in appearance, the rest is mediocre, and mediocre.

He couldn't figure out why such a girl would have that kind of "talent"...

"Ask you again."

Kesma's pupils shrank, and the eyes of the soul directly peeked into the depths of the girl's heart to prevent her from lying.

"At that time, when I killed those gangsters, you did see me with your own eyes. At that time, did you have nothing else in your heart except fear?" he said.

"For example, I suddenly want to kill someone, or my head hurts, and my thoughts are messed up."

"No, no."

Senna Artem said tremblingly, she was still a little confused after waking up from a coma, but she still answered Kesma's question obediently.

"Mr. Monster... I swear, I was almost fainted by fright at the time, and there was nothing else... When will I be able to go home? I won't say a word about what happened today ..."

"Depend on my mood."

No lie.

Kesma's pupils returned to normal, and she threw the information in her hand aside.

Things get pretty interesting.

The reason why the Cthulhu mythology ranks among the top in the major mysterious power systems is that it relies on the extremely powerful spiritual and soul secret arts, but this well-known system is rarely practiced by humans.

It's not that I can't, but I dare not.

Because it is different from other magic, Cthulhu's secret technique is a mystery that requires the caster to sacrifice his intellect in exchange for it. In a sense, it is not much different from the magical technique in the DND world view, and it cannot be performed without evil gods. And when the sanity is fully sacrificed, the caster may become a resident of the madhouse, or may be considered "lucky" by a certain evil god and become an indescribable family member.

In such a situation, spellcasters who need to calmly judge are absolutely unwilling to try.

Even when Rope first got the R'lyeh text, it was thanks to Cthulhu that he was able to avoid the negative effects of secret arts. Now an ordinary human girl actually has this "qualification"...

Every ordinary person has his most special side... huh?

Kesma was silent for a moment before making a decision.

He stood up and walked in front of the girl, bent down, stared straight at Senna Artem with lifeless eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Miss Artem."

"Yes!!" Senna was terrified by his stare, and when she heard Kesma calling her name, she immediately responded loudly, like a frightened bird, and even her breathing became a little heavier.

She didn't forget the scene where the monster pierced her stomach.

"Obviously today is your unlucky day. First you were kidnapped by gangsters, and then you saw surreal horror... But gods will not rest their eyes on humble human beings. Only monsters can notice you—— It was me. So, you now have two choices."

Kesma said.

"The first one is to die, painless, ordinary, accidental, death. Your family will get a sum of money worth of compensation, enough for your parents to get rid of hard work and live a rich life A life of enjoyment. Your brother will leap into high society."

When Sena heard this, she quickly shook her head like a rattle.

The condition was very tempting, but she was only seventeen years old, and she was in her prime, so she didn't want to die at the hands of monsters for no apparent reason.

Survival is an instinct, not everyone lives for others.

"Second, become my kind."

"What... what?" Sena couldn't understand what Kesma said.

"As you can see." Kesma raised her left hand, and that arm split instantly, turning into a tentacles full of sharp teeth, which made Senna shrink back again in fright.

"I am a monster, an alien, an indescribable thing. It is your luck and your misfortune to see that I am not crazy. Explain in detail... well, it is too troublesome, you don't have Lovecraft here, I said You don't understand either. Of course, these are not important. But my other identity, you may be able to find some insights from your childhood memories."

"I am a magician." Kesma introduced herself like this. "It's okay to call me a mystic."

Magician? Mystic?

"...Harry Potter?"

"Do you want to try my black magic?" The tentacles lightly rested on the girl's neck.

"Um... sorry..."

Feeling that terrible touch, Senna's tears were about to come out, she bit her lips tightly and listened to the following with an aggrieved face.

After scaring the little girl, Kesma continued.

"Because of your qualifications, I decided to take you in as an apprentice. You have no choice but to lie down in the funeral home tomorrow. I guess your mother would not want to see a Mummy daughter?"

"..."

Senna opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare.

Just imagine, what could be more unreliable than learning magic with a man-eating monster? Maybe after its novelty wears off, it may be a dessert in a leisurely afternoon.

To refuse is to die, and not to refuse is also to die. It's the difference between dying early and dying late.

"Have you made your choice? I don't have time to entangle you here." Kesma ignored Sena's expression and directly touched her little hand.

"Say it with your vocal cords, come on."

"I agree."

Reluctantly saying it, Sena felt that while saying this sentence, a certain part of her body floated out and flowed into the body of the young man in front of her.