Transmigrated as a Ghost

With the prison break being quite the success, the rebel strike team and those that they had freed were in high spirits, even as they trudged through the snow.

However, one person was completely distraught, and when Tesia woke up, she began screaming frantically for her brother.

It was not a pretty sight to watch as she began crying profusely over the death of her brother.

Certainly, they had been on different sides, but she had done everything she could to make sure that he survived. And in the end, when she had succeeded in restraining him, he was still killed.

And for the first time, everyone saw an emotion that Tesia had never once expressed around anyone. Pure unbridled rage.

She looked at Argus like she wished she could murder him, but unfortunately, she had no power to do so.

"Why!? Why did you have to kill him? I already had captured him, and he was in a horribly weakened state. He was not going to be a threat anymore." Tesia yelled at Argus with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Hm you are too naive. Teivel was the most dangerous man in the kingdom. Letting him live would have been a detriment to the rebellion." Argus said completely dismissing Tesia.

Yet this only made her even more angry, and she began yelling louder not caring about their surroundings.

"Don't preach your commitment to this rebellion. You are barely even a member now. I do not know why you killed my brother, but it was not out of loyalty for our cause. Was it because he had imprisoned you? Or do you just get some sort of sick pleasure out of killing helpless people? Do you not understand that he was not just my brother, but that we were linked together since birth? I felt what it was like for him to have his head bashed apart by you, and now it feels like a part of me has been ripped out. I wish with everything that I could kill you right now."

"Tesia that is enough! We do not want to attract any unwanted attention and we need to continue moving." Marek said intervening in the one-sided screaming match that Tesia was having.

He had never seen the normally calm and collected mage so enraged and emotional, but he could not allow this situation to persist.

For one it was incredibly bad for moral for the troops to see one of the rebellion's leading figures fighting with Argus, who was likely to become one of the rebellion's pillars in the near future.

Also, Marek found it difficult to take Tesia's side, since she had against his wishes participated in this mission by going behind his back.

And the person that Argus killed, while being Tesia's brother, was one of the rebellion's greatest enemies and having him gone would be a huge boon for their cause.

Looking at Marek with betrayal in her eyes, Tesia stomped off, heading towards the back of the group. Where she began walking next to Marcus, who had been silently watching what was going on.

"I am sorry." Marcus said to Tesia after they had walked in silence for around twenty minutes.

She then looked towards him and said, "You do not have anything to be sorry for. It was Argus who killed my brother not you."

Still Marcus definitely felt bad for Tesia and said, "I did not use the talisman you gave me to heal your brother. I thought about it, but ultimately decided not to."

Hearing this, Tesia looked at Marcus with unbelievably sad eyes, and said, "It would not have mattered anyway. Argus stopped me and I doubt he would have let you restore my brother either. No, I cannot be mad at you. Not after all of the help you gave me. Without you I would not have even had a chance to try and save my brother."

Tesia then lowered her head again, and they walked in silence for another thirty minutes before she asked with telepathy, 'Would you help me kill Argus?'

Stopping in his tracks, Marcus had not been expecting the peace-loving Tesia who was literally with the blessing of pacifism to ask this.

However, he quickly got himself together and said, 'No I cannot. While I understand why you are upset, I do not have a reason to kill him, and doing so would hurt the rebellion. Or could even destroy it. I am sorry, but if you want revenge on him, then you will have to find someone else to help you. And I would ask that you at least wait until after the war is over.'

Sighing Tesia nodded her head towards Marcus before drifting away from him, wanting to be alone.

Looking at her, Marcus was not certain if she would be recovering from this any time soon, and he felt that she might even leave the rebellion.

The rebels and freed prisoner continued to trudge along, moving as fast as they could before the inevitable blizzard hit.

When that happened visibility practically became zero, and they quickly made as sturdy a camp as they could within a hidden nook in between two mountains.

There was simply no way that they could continue in this storm, as it was likely they could become separated, and even at high levels most people were not immune to the extreme cold.

So, they simply hunkered down and waited out the storm that on Marek's magic device that predicted the weather was going to last at least a week.

During this time, Marcus did not even try to sleep as the eldritch horrors he saw still haunted him. And he was afraid that the one that escaped could come back at any moment for the grimoire that was now in his possession.

He had not dared even try to touch it again, since last time it began breaking down his soul and absorbing it.

Every instinct he had told him to keep away from this item that seemed to be made to bring death and suffering.

Yet on the fifth day of waiting out the storm, while he was practicing with his mana circulation trying to increase his control. He suddenly noticed someone sitting on a chair and leaning back with a steaming cup of what smelled like hot chocolate.

He had no idea where this person had come from, as they had seemingly just suddenly appeared in his tent, along with the chair and their beverage.

Immediately he stood up and took a fighting stance with his scythe in hand ready to attack this mysterious figure.

"Oh, there is no need for that. I did not come here for a fight. Just go ahead and sit down and relax." The figure that was wearing a white cloak that obscured their body said to Marcus.

At the same time, they waved their hand and Marcus suddenly felt a sort of pressure come over him, as he was forced to sit back down on his cot, and his scythe merged back into him.

He tried to break free, but none of his skills or abilities activated, and he could not even go ethereal.

It was as if an absolute power had been exerted over him, and there was nothing he could hope to do to break free.

"Who are you?" Marcus asks seeing that conversation was all he was capable of.

"You do not recognize me? Wait, I guess this is the first time we have met in person.. I am your favorite administrator."