But Shadow was still frightened. After spending some time with Angor, Shadow was beginning to like his new companion.
Usually, Shadow remained composed and wordless in front of people. He presented his random and wayward side in front of Angor because he considered Angor a friend worth talking to.
As a gentle-natured “academism” wizard, Angor would meet a lot of disadvantages in the wizarding world. But there was one thing for sure—someone like Angor could always be a worthy friend. Just like the famous academism wizard ‘Light Walker’ Gandolf—even without his brilliant alchemy skills, almost every wizard was willing to befriend this elderly gentleman.
Shadow already decided to develop a good relation with Angor. He was REALLY worried about Angor’s safety now.
“Lady Isabella! Please spare Angor. I’ll take him away and I promise he’ll not show up in front of you again—”
Bam!
The man was knocked away for the second time.
“He… he’s a talented alchemist… he can pay you! He almost reached out to Mystery energy…” Shadow kept speaking despite the lack of teeth.
Mystery Item?
Isabella gave Angor a doubtful glance, albeit just briefly.
A level-2 apprentice? Mystery? What a joke.
Isabella dropped Angor down, but it wasn’t because of Shadow’s words. She noticed that Angor would die any moment now, and she wanted him to suffer more.
Angor collapsed on the ground and gasped for air. The great pain and numbness in his body actually helped him to lift Isabella’s suppressive aura just a little.
Without waiting any longer, Angor unleashed his Nightmare Domain as fast as he could.
A level-2 apprentice and level-2 wizard didn’t sound too verbally different. But in this world, the gap between them was impossible to cross. To Isabella, Angor’s strongest attacks might feel like mosquito stings.
And there was only one thing Angor could do.
With his Nightmare Domain in place, Angor immediately began to imagine the face of the “queen”, which successfully caused his shoulder bone to itch.
He didn’t know what would happen by doing so, but he was glad that he at least had something— or not.
It was now clear that Isabella wasn’t one of the fictional villains who would give others time to retaliate. As soon as she saw Angor’s Nightmare Domain, she simply knocked him out with a spell without taking the effort to figure out Angor’s plan at all.
Last time, Angor’s Nightmare Domain saved him from Twilight because his domain was still connected to Nightmare Realm. Now that Sunders severed the domain and put it under Angor’s own control, this piece of Nightmare Domain had to rely on Angor’s support.
Of course, when Angor was knocked out, his Nightmare Domain quickly scattered.
…
Anyone who wished to leave Silent Hill had to go through this path.
It was already midnight, but there were still pedestrians who saw the conflict. Everyone simply turned away when they saw Isabella’s face, fearing that the terrible woman’s ordeal might accidentally fall upon innocent onlookers.
Occasionally, there were wizards who noticed the display of strength from far away. Similarly, they didn’t pay much attention to it. The confrontation between an apprentice and a level-2 wizard wasn’t worth the time.
Nobody would care about what happened, either to be safe or to save their precious time.
Well, maybe with the exception of extremely odd individuals, such as Dual Sprite Talos, who basically had nothing to do all day.
“Holy stones. How old is Isabella? A thousand years old? And she’s stingier than a toddler.”
“You don’t understand. It’s better this way!”
“Why is this better?”
“Dark Castle is so close to us. She might bring us a fortune with that character of hers!”
“Ohh, you’re right! Clever!”
“Of course I am clever! And if I’m clever, you’re also clever!”
Talos spoke to itself while occasionally commenting on Isabella’s style.
Angor didn’t manage to display his Nightmare Domain for long, but Talos still saw it, and the sprite suddenly stopped speaking.
A moment later, Talos spoke again, in a very small voice that only itself could hear this time.
“No doubt. That’s the same aura used by Mister Phantom.”
“So Diablo’s little new friend is Phantom’s disciple?”
“Should be.”
“Oh, this is gonna be fun. Will Mister Phantom get furious for this?”
“No. Remember when Flora did something similar?”
“But that’s different. Flora asked for her own doom, while Angor is only a victim or Isabella’s twisted ideal.”
“So you think Mister Phantom will come?”
“Maybe not? Aha! I said this because you said it first! And I am you!”
Talos remained silent for a while.
“Should we tell Isabella? Maybe she’ll let Angor go if she knows Phantom is the kid’s teacher.”
“No! That won’t be fun.”
“So what should we do now?”
“We sell the news to magazines, dumba*s! I already made up a title for it—Holy Crap! Phantom’s Personal Follower Surrendered Himself to a 10-Year-Old Lady!”
“Nice one! I can already imagine being paid!”
“Will we get 100 crystals out of this? Yes, we will!”