When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Research in Nifle II

We keep going far, far away.

It was like entering hallway after hallway; passing through several empty spaces intersecting. Until the steps stop because they arrive at two very large wooden doors, like the top gate of ancient carvings.

Then the middle-aged old man stepped slowly with his hands touching the gate, and behind my red net could see that his face was carving out a wistful smile.

"You know about the Ritual of Sacrifice?"

"Here's the place?" Immediately I reply quickly to make the sickle curve widen.

"Yes. They do it here for the safety of the population, by creating an underground temple. You see, Tiamat's soul power is so strong that it often makes its own illusions."

"And they call it the curse of the devil."

Hearing my reply, the old man laughed. "Not wrong, the truth about dragons has long since been erased from human memory. So, can you open this door for me?"

Spontaneously I tilted my head because I was confused by what he said, because ... why wait for me? However, preferring to ignore and obey the decree; with all his might push two large door leaves are quite heavy. Maybe because it has not been passed long until the hinges hook and look a bigger hallway than before.

We arrived at the main area of the underground temple.

As the foot poked inward, from between the ceiling and the rocks of the wall came out a shadow was shed. Looks liquid but thick anyway. I'm sure it's not water or anything like this, it's too dark here to have trouble seeing around, or is it water?

The object also closed our entrance that was tightly closed like holding back to leave. 

It looks unreal .. like a dream.

Even more strangely, I felt that there was no sign of danger. But what does all this mean? What is the illusion of my head? But not feeling shaken and again, the face of the old man who was with me actually turned sour and disliked simultaneously-he? Does that mean he saw it too? If it's an enemy trap, why don't you feel something?

Don't tell me when my immortality is gone, the ability to detect the surroundings is also gone. I started to feel my own body.

"It's in the very back of the temple. At the end of the hallway is the sacrificial altar, before that can we go to some place-huh? What are you doing? Feeling uncomfortable? Is something left behind?"

"Eh? A-ah, no. So where to go first?"

He began to point far away on the side slightly to the right. "To the room from past that hall."

I began to squint, trying to catch the passage he called from a distance ... God, it's too dark and it looks like Vision's twinkle isn't getting to where it's meant---

"Oh, we better get there!" He quickly stepped back, and I followed.

We walked a little deeper, then we were dead-end by a towering wall and a medium-sized wooden box door. Maybe this is the door he meant?

So I tried to get close to the door, slowly holding the knob and turning it on rotation but it was blocked because a dark shadow spilled over from the top of the door, ending up closing completely---

"Well!! Watch out!"

Not heeding the warning, I immediately kicked the door until it crashed deep into the ground until the thumping sound was deafening. Then he turned and spread out his hands, allowing him to enter.

Illusions or whatever, I won't let it stop us from investigating. Her feelings have also often seen hallucinations more crazy than this because my head is not right.

However, the old man was shocked until his mouth gaped wide. After continuing to work in disbelief, he said, "You like violence, don't you?"

"I'm just acting practical."

"By not paying attention around?"

My reflexes cover my mouth with my right-hand-ah! That's mind-blowing. "People often scold me for it, it seems like it's my lack? But just want to act fast ...."

Maybe that's also one of the reasons I have trouble working together in a team. This seems to be included in the list of things that must be traded. I started to touch the nape awkwardly. 

Suddenly the sound of laughter echoed, making me surprised. "You're so different from Caterine."

Huh uh? Hearing the name of the chairman of the Consultation Department forced my attention back to the old man who began to busy inspect some items in the room, while I remained standing at the mouth of the door. "You mean, Caterine Marrota?"

"That's it! I'm his guardian teacher! He if doing something is always a calculation-oh! But when you get close to him, he likes to joke. Probably got contracted from me." His voice echoed softly. "How are you doing now?"

I paused for a moment to think about what answer to give, and said, "Maybe he's busy. Lately the entire department chair has been very busy after fighting Tiamat."

"Chairman department? Wow, it looks like Caterine has become an extraordinary person." Again, a distinctive bubbly sound was airborne. "Okay, this area is already. Can we check somewhere else?"

Suddenly I nodded, fishing for a bright scythe engraved on his face.

Really, hearing laughter and seeing her smile made a feeling of raging in the chest. Because it feels familiar and seems familiar, comfortable because it is now meeting with middle-aged parents but the aura is reminiscent of someone who had always been on the side.

Even throughout the journey and investigation, he told dry jokes, also asking some simple questions. Hearing my answer about the news of the Vaughan members lately, resulting in relief clearly reflected in his wrinkled face, as well as giving a withered smile.

Moreover, deep blue eyes like I was staring deep at the bottom of the ocean; staring deep into the void, impressed calm yet sad imprinted there. A dense livability surrounds even though this is just my guess that seems presumptuous but may be true.

"Okay, everything still fits like the last time I saw it!" he cried knocking my daydreams to the stern and focusing attention on it, "now we go to the altar. Once there go straight into the only door on the back wall, yeah!"

"Why don't you take the item you're looking for?"

"Hm? Wh-wh-what for? You take it later!" A big smile he showed.

However, I was overwhelmed with confusion until I spontaneously pointed to myself. "I?"

"Yes! Let's go to the back! Better get there before afternoon." And he just ran away.

This man .. somehow so excited was already looking old, even older than Professor Kaidan. My reflexes raise both shoulders, perhaps his trademark?

Then again following him who seemed to be very familiar with the ins and outs of the underground temple like he had lived for many years.

And I feel like there's another weirdness.

"By the way we've been together so far but don't know each other, what's your name?"

"Red," I replied densely, "Red Sirius."

"Greetings, Red! I-i-"

Suddenly his steps jolted at complicated expressions, such as showing emotional overflows to sculpting and mute. I did not understand his sudden behavior but went straight to where he was looking.

Slowly, stepping into the space that is felt to be too wide until the active sol dentum traces the floor to process its own symphony.

The deeper, the clearer it became that I had arrived at the offering room. And on the altar was the shadow of a girl sitting around, I recognized her ....

"May?" I whispered faintly to the all-black girl.

Spontaneous the girl looked up and looked at me over her flaming red glittering eyes making many shadows spill from the sides of the wall. Instantly the surrounding situation also became ashes! Suddenly having trouble breathing! Strangulated. It was like something was forcing its way into the chest and rumbling nonstop.

My reflexes were gripping and slightly pulling the shirt on the chest, hoping that this feeling would disappear.

But .. failed.

Already no longer able to support the legs, the body collapsed. As soon as the dizziness crept out and the eyes blurred, this pressure was stronger than I had experienced in the dream world!

Moreover, the eyelids were provoked to open wide until my red lens was revealed and finally understood, this place ... has a very strong Tiamat relic energy!

And the girl came down from the altar and spread out her hands like she wanted to hold me - danger, now I feel danger!

As hard as my legs were to get back on my feet until the sweat-bulb began to dominate but could not, this pressure was as strong as it was mercilessly pulled by gravity; plus the black shadows that appeared from within the stone floor seemed to devour my body little by little.

Even to this day ... Tiamat, still after me?

Spontaneous head looks up at the red iris watching the shadow of Mei draw closer, making the heart of the tub stop instantly with a jerky--breath

"Quick to the back door!"

However, the old man was suddenly at the front making the shadow of Mei end up clutching her who was also holding the girl all her might, and released the shackles of pressure so strong from me.

But the action is like provoking the wrath of the shadow that instantly melts like slowly merging with the body of the old man, the old man, also scratching the skin epidermis until he can only grimace in a blocked voice in the esophagus because fresh blood begins to squirt------

"What are you doing?! That's dangerous!"

"To the back door."

"But you--"

Then he tried to look at me even though very slowly because it looks clearly desperately holding the pain, the face paled but forced to give a smile. In a soft and trembling voice he said, "I am .. Please, Red."

Spontaneous me hissing a little at his condition, too stifling to look at made me obey the order immediately.

As I began to run towards the back of the altar, Mei's shadow screamed furiously until her screeching might reach several octaves; her reflex hand lapped her ears with narrowed eyes as she was busy scrabbling around-ah, and her, that'sthat's him!

Immediately I broke in using my own body as a focus of burden. Because the tantrum of the shadow .. terrible, the scream felt like breaking the ears was unbearable. However, upon arrival here my attention was stolen because it felt familiar; what else the previous uproar was not heard at all from the wooden door that had closed itself.

Slowly but surely, Vision's twinkle displays the surroundings.

It turned out that I arrived at a small house whose construction was simple, a high roof; a bed on the side; a table and wooden shelves ruled the place. Like the house I used to live in with Aion but this one is simpler and very outdated, like it has long been ignored. Moreover, the aroma of moss and dust blend in the room.

However, something that was on the middle table.