Angor frowned. He absolutely couldn’t relate this young girl with that meat chunk he used to know. Yet everything else suggested that this was the real Greya.
And he felt embarrassed, for he had to explain Toby’s condition to his real master.
“Lady Greya, I came to Dark Castle for Toby. I think there’s something wrong with his soul. A man who knows about souls told me that I need Soul Orbs to help him, and I can only find them here.”
He slowly described the incident about Toby and his travel toward Dark Castle.
Shadow remained completely speechless in the meantime. The changes in the story seemed too drastic. Not only did Angor and Greya know each other, but they also seemed to be in good terms?!
So that bird isn’t Angor’s, but the pet of “Warrior Barbie” Greya?
Now… this was troublesome. Shadow knew he was somewhat responsible for Toby’s condition. Maybe not the main reason but… it was very likely that Angor believed so.
With that in mind, Shadow desperately winked at Angor in hope that Angor could forgive his deed. However, Angor still had to describe their fight just to recreate what exactly happened the day Toby fainted.
“There’s no wound on Toby, so I think Diablo is right. He didn’t attack Toby for real,” Angor said. He decided to speak the truth. “I thought Toby’s breaking through. Later, I went to Soul Genesis Garden and met with the Grand Priest of Krakoks. He told me an ‘angry emotion’ inside Toby is attacking his soul…”
Greya carefully took Toby in her hands.
“I see.” Greya frowned when she heard about the “emotion” part. “I’ll take care of him. Thank you very much, for keeping Toby well. You even came to this undead-infested place for him,” Greya looked at Angor again and nodded. “You grow fast, boy. So did Toby. Stay a little longer with us. I want to hear about what happened around you two in the past year.”
Angor was still worried. “Is Toby alright? We can save him with Soul Orbs, right?”
“That Grand Priest you mentioned… he’s probably right. There are several powerful emotions raging inside Toby. As a matter of fact, the moment I created Toby, I already knew there were problems in his soul. But he was always too weak and naive to make the problems real,” Greya explained. She suddenly seemed joyful. “So he grew strong in such a short time? The sequence of gravity? Oh my. I see it now. Letting him wander freely is always better than keeping him close or in a birdcage.
“Now rest easy. Toby’s going to be fine.”
Next, Greya turned to speak to Felicia. “I’m going to Isabelle. Don’t be harsh on Angor, mind you. Trust me, his teacher isn’t someone you can offend.”
With this, Greya took Toby away from the Blood Prison.
Felicia gave Angor a serious look. “Since Greya said so… well, let’s find time tonight, and you shall tell me about your teacher. Oh, and also how you survived that giant omen. I’ll wait for you on the first floor,” Felicia said as she walked away, “with my precious wines ready.”
Angor released the deep breath he had been holding. It seemed his single alchemy attempt solved many more problems than he imagined.
The biggest pity was that he missed a chance to tackle a Mystery item. He’d accept the outcome gladly. It was not like he had another choice.
He still gained something though. At the very least, he had successfully “attempted” to craft a Mystery item and tried to channel Mystery energy with his own hand. That was a nice experience.
With all mental concerns solved, Angor looked at Shadow who was sitting on the floor and trembling badly.
“Glad Lady Greya is fair-minded.”
Shadow slowly pointed at Angor.
“Who the heck—ugh, never mind! I don’t even care anymore.”