Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 27 "Now I'm a Witch"

As Iloania calmly enjoyed her meal and occasionally chatted with Dirima and Zaree.

"Is the sword used during the sword match made here?" Ask Iloania.

Zaree reacted, "Of course. The Master of the Bamboo Mask was an old man who created swords with extremely outstanding qualities. The sword is not easily broken, light, easy to swing and convenient to use."

"Master Bamboo Mask? Funny name~" said Iloania.

"That's because he always wears a bamboo mask in his life. Somehow, maybe because he's so ugly." Farleon.

"Shut your mouth and eat!" Dirima.

Accepted to grab a few pieces of meat and put them on Iloania's plate, "Circulating rumors say that he is a legendary gun-making expert. But I don't know what reason he chose to live in a city isolated from the outside world."

"The old man always said that weapons are ourselves. And since long ago, it was embedded until now. And people think weapons are part of his body. That's actually good, but regardless of the other possibilities, as City Lord I have to keep everyone armed." Dirima said grimly.

Iloania closed her lips with her hands. The lips curved and almost spouted the pangs of hearing Dirima's complaints.

Zaree pacified Dirima, "Quiet baby. The important thing is that they use weapons in their place. Like hunting and cooking.

"Go cook it!" Dirima.

His ears caught the screams from outside the house of Dirima. When he reacted, he saw the 3 people in front of him rise to their feet and quickly Dirima grabbed the lantern from the table and lit it. He ran out towards the screams. When the screams came from a street, some people also came out with light and torches in their hands. When he saw it, Iloania scrunched her forehead.

In front of it were several black shadows hovering a few centimeters above the ground and attacking some people. When faintly looking at the light, their figures moved back slowly, yet did not imply fear.

"Capture them and take them to the clinic!" Dirima told the people holding the lanterns to step forward and dispel the shadows.

While the rest seemed to rush to bring the lantern forward to dispel the shadow. When the shadows reacted, a very strong gust of wind extinguished the lanterns. Making the place covered in darkness and there was only a faint moonlight emitting a dim light.

"ah! Lights out!"

"Wine! It's dead!"

"Everybody don't panic and stay calm! Farleon, Zora, Cavita, Excav, hurry up and grab the fire!" Said Dirima interrupting.

Farleon ran away and came back in a matter of minutes. But all that time, nothing was found out there. Only vague voices of people whispering to each other and the voice of people breathing anxiously. However, there was absolutely no sound of them.

There was nothing there, not having an aura of existence at all.

"Where did they go?"

Even when the lanterns re-lit, there was only a trace of emptiness in front of them. Without any shadow. Iloania behind the crowd stared with a calm look.

Iloania looked back, "Where is she?"

...***...

Farleon dismantled the desk drawer and found a lighter in the drawer. Taking it, Farleon was about to leave when he realized, in the dim room of the light, something seemed to be watching him. When he turned around, several shadows appeared to be darting towards him. The surprised Farleon reflexively dodged the black shadow's attack, until he almost hit the table.

The shadows have a height of about 3 meters with looks like wearing a semi-transparent black robe at the end of which is like torn to shreds. The eyes of the shadow were green which showed hatred and other bad feelings. And the black fingernails as dark as the shadow were sharp and pointed. It is sure to tear the skin in one go.

"Ughhh!" Farleon again dodged the attack, and tried to retaliate by throwing nearby items.

But everything was destroyed with a shadow. "Damn it!"

This time, it seemed that Farleon was out of luck. When he tried to escape from the shadow, he was hit by an attack on his back and made him fall on the ground. Hissing! An excruciating pain felt on his back.

Blood quickly littered Farleon's clothes and the boy hissed in pain while trying to get up.

A faint voice sounded. It was a shadowy voice, sounding like a gust of wind that carried a gripping and dangerous tension. When the shadow tried to ambush Farleon, a light fluttered and made the shadow bounce off and hit the wall. Farleon was startled and turned his head quickly when he saw the faint semi-transparent wall as if protecting it. The next second he was stunned when he saw Iloania smiling calmly at him with a golden light flashing from her sweet ring.

As he moved to his feet, Iloania held his arm. "Just calm down, brother will protect you~"

Farleon was stunned again. Especially when the warmth covers his body. From the feet to the head. Even more amazing, the wound was completely painless and had even disappeared. Leave her clothes covered with blood.

This little girl is a witch!

Iloania looked towards the shadow that was moving cautiously at her. Stepping out of the protective wall, Iloania raised her right hand and took out a small fireball at her index finger tip, and launched it in the right, left, zigzag direction, up and down before breaking through one shadow that tried to brush him off. Instantly, the shadow burned to ashes and vanished.

Seeing that Farleon was stunned as well as shocked.

Another shadow darted and moved wild claws to attack Iloania, but Iloania was able to avoid it, although her arms appeared to be slightly scratched by the sharp claws of the shadow.

Iloania nodded, "It's okay."

Iloania lifted her dimension ring and sucked the shadows into it. In fact, they can't avoid it. The next second, a golden light fluttered and twisted. Pass through the door slit and move gently quickly, passing through lush trees, past the river, past the hills and old buildings and ending up in full circle to surround the city of Alvatro.

When the circle appears to rotate clockwise like a wheel, from the ground appear small sprouts that slowly grow bigger and higher. Growing a beautiful gold-colored flower plant and petals like a star.

The flower emitted a faint light and an equally faint fragrance, and only those with a keen sense of smell could find the fragrant smell blooming.

Iloania turned her head and looked out the window, staring at the empty streets there.

"W-How are you" Farleon's question stuck in his throat.

"Hm?"

Farleon moved his lips again, "Are you a witch?"

Iloania shook her head, "Just by chance can use magic. I can be declared a witch if I have a magic token. But I haven't."

And that night, Farleon could only close his lips in silence. While Iloania seemed to roll up a calm smile with warm arched eyes.

...***...

As Iloania set her foot through the buildings without a sound, the night air was cold. However, it somehow exuded a comfortable aura. His golden bead guerrillaized quietly and found the corners of places and buildings completely unchanged.

2 Years old. And this place hasn't changed. Perhaps naturally, Iloania had not long left this city after a few days of residence.

"Master Bamboo Mask." He muttered softly as his manic caught a building across the street.

The building looked quite old and not too big. On top of it, there was a sign that read "Bamboo Mask", a gun shop. And a gun shop. With a subtle movement, his fingers knocked on the door slowly.

"Who?"

The voice inside. When faint footsteps rang out, Iloania had put on a smile on her beautiful face. Surprised!

The bamboo masked old man who opened the door seemed to stiffen for a moment. The black bead from the mask hole was staring at Iloania with a slight shrink. When he was about to speak loudly, he interrupted with Iloania who stuck her index finger to his lips. Marking if he should not shout calling his name.

The man looked around him, "Come inside."

"remarkable. This is a very high quality water spirit pearl. Are you sure you're entrusting something this valuable to me?" Ask the old man to Iloania.

Iloania nodded, "Sure. Mr. Bamboo Mask is Uncle Zaree's trust so, I believe."

"Well, where's your gun?" Ask the old man.

Iloania moved slowly on her left hand. The light drew slowly and gave rise to a long blade glowing golden for a moment before displaying a beautiful spear of semi-transparent color like glass. The spear was 2 meters long with a sharp bladed end. Under the sharp blade there are 1 flat ring that is lined up neatly and looks swirling when the spear moves or is still. The ring did not come into contact with the spear stick, it floated itself.

A transparent colored feather bell was tied in that ring. When the ring rotates, the bell with the thin thread moves around. And when it was stomped, it sounded quite loud, smooth and melodious. No noise.

Along the handlebar of the spear, there is a thread like a leaf tendril but made from the same as a spear that makes a beautiful abstract pattern.

The man's pupils shrank and reacted, "That's ..."

The night slowly shrinks. As Iloania climbed up her disc and passed through a building, she raised her left hand and smiled with a sweet face.

"Now I am a witch. " Switched slowly.

...***...

Light travels through the wind and windows. Penetrating through the window, the light rotated over a person who was curled up on a warm bed quietly. When the light flashed faintly in the figure's hand, a semi-transparent star-colored flower was clutched in his hand. Leave a deep trace in a flower.

When he woke up, Farleon found himself holding onto a flower. Flowers are familiar and become the only good thing in his life.

"Sir Ilo."

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