A New Dawn 145 Talking To A Nightmare

"EVERYONE GET INSIDE! NOW! RUN!" Seeing the humans flee right away, as well as the undead, he noticed the dumbfounded trolls that were surprised by what was happening. None of them had seen the terrifying threat that was coming. One even asked if it was time for lunch. Repeating the same instruction in their language, he asked them to specifically enter the huge building, his castle. Letting a lich guide them, he jumped on the ramparts, starring at the incoming Leilade.

"Oh man, why it happened to me? What did Drugrat said about her when she is like that, don't contradict her? Lunatic, crazy, childish and out of control small girl. Calm yourself Ymir, it was years ago, she is stronger now, she shouldn't turn like that." Comforting himself, he couldn't help but gaze at what Leilade had become. There had always been a few situations where people lost control of themselves, but it generally was not too grave because they could be controlled. Unfortunately, the Akûl knew it was not the case. Because of this, he was desperately trying to remember every word his deceased superior said back on Artosis.

If the Leilade in human form was a cold, calculative and rarely angered person, when she was in such a state, it seemed that nothing was suppressing her emotions. Like, someone in her head was no longer present to control her and reduce the damage she could inflict. Some thought that it was the Vault of Souls that could be the reason, while others wondered if she had two personalities or even more. But in the end, the last time the dark Leilade was unleashed, only Abaddon, the Demon Emperor above her, managed to subdue the soul before she truly killed Candaith.

"Empress of the Underworld?" Trying to calm her before she got to close, Ymir could still see her approaching the spot where he was. However, this time, if he truly stepped back, nothing will save him from the darkness. "Hi, Ymir!" If it had been any other occasion, seeing that sweet little girl smile would have calmed him. Because that meant their enemies will all be destroyed. But now, he did not know if he was considered as an enemy or something else.

"WHERE IS MALAKOVVVVVVV?" The deep, grave voice that left from the appearance of Leilade only made Ymir shudder even more. Apparently, she was definitely not pleased with her Envoy. "He is ..." "I am here, Empress." Out of nowhere, a lich appeared, bowing to the floating soul. Debating for a fraction of a second if he should use this to escape far away, the red demon did not overlook the fact that Leilade was still starring at him.

"Obey Ymir while I am out." Not expecting this, the lich got up. "But what about ... ARGH." Telepathically pulling the undead into her raised hand, the soul shaped like a small girl had her two white eyes in front of his empty eye sockets. "BUT?" Understanding his position, Malakov immediately submitted. "Of course, Empress of the Underworld, it will be done." However, to his surprise, she did not drop him. Feeling his body being slowly absorbed, the undead could only escape with his soul before he was consumed by her.

By now, Ymir was completely sweating. The normal Leilade would have never harmed Malakov like that, especially when he was still in a borrowed body like now. Trying his best to smile and not appear scared, he watched the lich body slowly disappear into nothingness. By now, he understood truly why everyone that had been the witness of the madness of Leilade said to get away as fast as possible. There were no allies in her eyes anymore.

"Viscount, where are you? Why are you hiding? What did I want?" Hearing the incomprehensible murmurs of the soul, the stiffened giant heard them and instantly forgot what he heard. Who ever was that Viscount, it was definitely not his problem. Suddenly feeling a lot colder, he could only stand still as he saw her getting closer, a smile plastered on her dark face. In fact, he also had a smile on his face, just not displaying his true emotions.

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"Ymir, where were you? Why did I not see you those last days? Why did you abandon us?" Feeling trapped, the Akûl had no idea what to answer. That it was her idea? Even he could know that it was a stupid thing to say. Searching in his memories, he finally got an idea, right before being eaten alive. "Empress, you were heading toward the dwarves. You said you wanted to have them help Master Agnil."

Starring at the dark tentacle that was centimeter away from his left eye, neither of the two was breathing. One because she couldn't, the other because he shouldn't. However, Leilade was not smiling anymore and was apparently thinking intensely, by the looks of her face. "The dwarves? I did say that. But it was only after the battle was finished after we killed all of those humans. The Archmage. The battle where you were not here. Why?"

His spark of genius still not extinguished, the giant managed to think quickly enough. "But the battle is over. So, it is maybe time to visit them. Empress." He added an empress at the end, just to be sure. The logic was completely flawed, even he could notice it. But the childish behavior that she displayed and the fact that she did not seem to be completely sane allowed him to have hope.

"You are right. I said I wanted to go, so I will go. Who could prevent me from doing that, you? Hihihi." "Haha ... haha ..." Even if she was laughing for real, Ymir was definitely just accompanying her. Everyone could see that his laugh was definitely not natural and certainly not happy. Inwardly, he was cursing his bad luck, for she was always targeting him. Why couldn't she just say Davion, that way he would be fine. He would immediately dump every problem on the orodil back, not caring about whether he was here to defend himself or not.

"Goodbye, Ymir." "Empress of the Underworld." Seeing her beginning to float away, he almost fell on his knees. That was far too close to death for him. Remembering the dark tentacles that were too close to his body, he began to wave the air in the surroundings, to dispel any lingering darkness. Not that any of it ever left the soul of Leilade, but it was mainly to calm his mind.

"Where are they?" "..." Almost screaming, Ymir did it in his mind nonetheless. Preventing his mouth from saying anything wrong, he took a very deep inspiration, before looking at the black and white girl. Then, he looked at where they were, only to point toward the South-West. "Empress, you need to go that way until you find a very big river. There follow it to the right, until you reach the mountains."

He began to see her pouting, as she seemed p.i.s.sed off. "Why are you not accompanying me? Why are you sending me away like that?" Realizing that he could absolutely not contradict her, but could not leave as well, he chose the lesser evil. If during their travel, she remembered he was supposed to stay in Archer but he had followed her, he would be done for. At the same time, he wished from the bottom of his soul to not stay a single additional minute with her.

"You ordered me to stay here, Empress."

"I was joking, of course, I knew that. Who would want to have a smelly demon like you following her?" At this point, Ymir was void of any emotions. It was too hard for him to follow the changes in Leilade, so he could only try his best to stay impa.s.sive. Hearing her laughter, he saw the black soul with white hair slowly disappearing in the horizon. Thing rare for an Akûl, he was pitying the dwarves that will have to face this monster without prior knowledge.

Exhausted, he only listened with half of his brain how Gwendoline proposed to integrate the trolls to the community. Barely understanding what she was saying, all he knew was that it was fine. There shouldn't be any problem. As for the cattle and the magical seeds, the skeletons had received the orders of Malakov beforehand. After obtaining the exact location from the Mayor of Archet, they began to dig an underground farm in the Northern area, where the trolls will live.

Starring at the inanimate body of Malakov, Ymir could only hope more people will come here to die. It was also at this moment he remembered that he still did not know exactly what happened, and he could have asked Leilade. Revising his opinion directly after thinking this, he guessed it was fine not to know. Even if the humans tried to attack, they wouldn't be that numerous anyway.