Angor looked her way and saw a woman with long hair over her shoulders. Both her eyes and her body displayed energy ripples of madness. There was no doubt that this mortal would have her last wish fulfilled upon death.
As she struggled in her rage, a stream of blood came surging out from the center of her chest.
Angor quickly cast a Heal so that the woman wouldn’t die right away.
She seemed to be the only one who knew how to talk in this room, which meant the only individual who could provide information.
The woman breathed heavily and stared at Angor with an unyielding grudge. “Why did you save me?”
“I can’t save you. Your heart is beyond help,” Angor said in a plain voice, “but I need to know where you all came from, and how you came here.”
“Who are you? You’re not with that… b*tch?” While speaking, visible negative energy began to gather around the woman’s dying form.
“I’m not from Dark Castle. I’m here to… save someone.”
“Gah—haha! Save someone?? Gah—” The woman laughed and coughed madly while tears and blood emerged from her eyes.
The dark aura around her was growing quickly. Angor got a feeling that even a mortal would be able to see it now.
With another Heal, Angor prolonged the woman’s lingering consciousness just a bit further.
“Answer me. How did you come here? Did you see this man recently?” Angor spoke while releasing Shadow’s phantom.
No answer. The woman kept laughing and yelling in pain.
As her wound was patched by Angor’s spell and ripped open again for many times, her hatred intensified.
Angor realized that this woman was using him to strengthen her dark energy. Doing so would boost her initial strength as an undead spirit.
He considered and decided to go with her plan.
At first, the woman would say something insignificant so that Angor had to keep her alive. Eventually, she noticed that Angor was actually helping her and simply stopped talking.
As she forced the last bit of her life energy again and again, her negative power multiplied terribly.
Angor never expected a mortal woman to endure such pain which would otherwise totally destroy anyone. She would have become quite the heroine like Nausica if she wasn’t captured by Dark Castle.
Pity. She had bad luck.
When the woman realized that her limit had come, she gave Angor a final, gentle glance instead of the hateful glare before.
“I am… the 13th daughter of Goman King. When we lost our Crimson Crown, the elder princess framed me as the culprit, and the King depreciated me like a peasant. The princess then sold me off as a slave… After all kinds of torture, I’m here… Heh. I thought I was going to satisfy the filthy desires of some guy for the rest of my life. No. This is true hell. They bath in the blood of virgins… You already saw it.”
The last trace of life was visibly leaving the woman now. “I don’t know about the others. Cowards, slaves, sold here, like me. Maybe.”
Deep inside, Angor was very surprised to hear the name of Goman King. The Goman Kingdom wasn’t anywhere near Fairy World. It would take mortals their lifetimes to travel here.
Whoever that sold the slaves here wasn’t anyone ordinary.
Considering this, the “cold home” mentioned by Flowey might be another distant land. There were countless areas with cold climates in the southern wizarding region.
“I… saw him.” The woman pointed toward Shadow’s image with a trembling finger. “Hours ago, the b*tch monster fought him. Then he came inside, looked at us, and left. That woman came back after that, cursed his name, and took her damned bath.”
The dying woman’s eyes slowly rolled upward.
“Thank you.” Angor lowered his head in respect.
“Ha…”