“Mister shaman! Please wait! It’s not my fault, it’s that clumsy alchemist that fell over there! I did everything as I was told…”
Gahn starts rambling about something as I walk towards him. It’s like he thinks I’m the shaman.
I look down at my hands, and see my right hand has transformed.
It’s like a curse was activated all of a sudden and materialized. My fingers are pointy like a spider, and the color of my hand is weird too.
…Is this a memory of the shaman?
Gahn is still talking as I think about this.
It sounds like he’s making excuses for various failures that happened while he was working on the shaman’s behalf in the capital.
He makes excuses for the weapons that were supposed to be used to create conflict in the capital being defective.
He makes excuses for all of the shaman’s hideouts being discovered by Taula.
He makes excuses for the assassins hired to kill Kalin after the white mask party being too weak.
He keeps going on and on. He looks a lot different than I remember too.
When I saw him here and there in the alchemist association, vice-president Gahn acted very self-important towards Rihalzam…
Remembering this must have triggered something, because I suddenly feel a strange sensation, like something is coming off my right hand.
And then, my right hand is back to normal.
I look up, and see the back of someone standing between me and Gahn.
“…Shaman!?”
I say in surprise.
It’s the shaman, but he looks half transparent, like a ghost.
All of a sudden, the memories I got from the shaman become hazy, and I can’t remember them very well. And I can’t feel the curses in my right hand either.
It’s like the half transparent being in front of me has them, and is pulling them away from me.
And then, the half transparent shaman raises his right hand in front of Gahn, with a black haze whirling in it.
Is that a curse!? No, what is this? What’s happening? Isn’t this supposed to be like a dream?
“Gyaah! P-please spare me! Mister shaman!”
It’s like something that was set-up beforehand. Black haze starts pouring from Gahn’s eyes, and the next moment, from every orifice in his body.
“Hey, stop it!”
I call out without thinking, and reach out to touch the shaman’s back.
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