Warlock Apprentice

“Hey, Greya! Give me one of those Section Ephemera or something!” A clean, yet enchanting voice suddenly came about.

People looked towards the source of it.

Flora was floating in the air, wearing her dark red veil dress. She slowly floated into the room while muttering, “Hey teacher, I was wrong about you. You aren’t as stubborn as a rock. You’re so kind! You know I wanted Section Ephemera so you actually broke in! Violence and love! I like it!”

Sunders, who was just referred to as a “stubborn rock” by his student, completely disregarded Flora. He crouched down and looked at the young man in front of him carefully.

Angor saw Flora as Sunders crouched down. When he heard Flora’s unique tone, he immediately recalled what happened that day on the deck of The Redbud.

The floating girl was “Blood Witch” Flora, who scared every supernatural away that day?!

It wasn’t Flora’s bright appearance that attracted Angor’s attention. It was the shadow lurking behind her. Angor was now looking at it with widened eyes.

As he remembered, back on The Redbud when Flora and Sabot flew towards the cloud whale, when Angor looked at them in the distance, he saw something shadowy behind Flora.

Now, Flora was only a dozen meters from him, and he could finally get a good look at the shadow. It was a human figure cloaked in a tattered robe quietly affixed on Flora’s back.

The figure noticed Angor’s gaze and slowly lifted its ragged hood off its face.

In the next second, two lumps of dark green fireballs and a pale white skull appeared in front of Angor.

A skeleton was hiding beneath the robe!

What Angor just saw caused him to step back in fear and fell on his bottom.

Since Sunders was looking at him, everyone was focused on him as well. His action was noticed by all of them.

Did something scare Angor?

With that question in mind, people followed Angor’s line of sight. They only saw Flora, who had been yelling and asking for Section Ephemera.

Flora had a terrible personality and thirst for blood, true. However, her appearance was absolutely beautiful. So whatever scared Angor so much?

Sunders cast a side-glance at Flora, then focused on Angor again. A mild grin appeared around his lips.

“You can see the Red Reaper.”

That was not a question. Sunders was firm about it.

What the f*ck is the Red Reaper?

Everyone asked in their minds.

Flora was chatting about irrelevant things with Greya. When she heard Sunders’ words, she quickly turned to look at Angor, with great surprise in her eyes.

Sunders had been looking at Angor all along, and Angor just realized the man was talking to him. Angor hesitated and stuttered, “Red Reaper? You mean the… black-robed man, behind… that lady?”

Angor had no idea how to describe the skeleton.

Sunders smiled, “The Dead Man’s Skeleton? Correct. That is the Red Reaper. So you really can see it. Good.”

“Good”? Sunders was praising someone?? And Red Reaper? Where? Behind Flora? Can’t see anything!

Every wizard used their Truesight or similar spells to check, only to receive Flora’s angry glare. Talking about embarrassment.

“Aiyayaya, you can see Little o’ Red??” Flora suddenly appeared in front of Angor with a blink.

Angor was surprised much by Flora’s movement and asked a dumb question, “Who—who is Little o’ Red?”

Flora pointed at the shadow behind her. “Duh, this.”

“Huh…” Angor looked at the pale skeleton hidden in the robe and gulped.

“Ah, so you can see Little Red…”

Looking at Angor’s terrified expression, Flora got a new idea. “Heehee. Little Red, say hello to him!”

A soft, prolonged “hiiiiiiii…” reached Angor’s eardrums.

Angor shivered. He looked up carefully, and yes, the Red Reaper just said that. Inside those dark eye sockets, the dark green fireballs turned moon white. They also changed into a funny shape like new moons. Next, as Angor watched in horror, the skeleton reached out a trembling, skeletal arm from under its ragged cloak, and slowly handed a… blood-red rose, towards Angor.

“Rose?” Angor was taken aback a little. “For me?”

The flames in the reaper’s eye sockets blinked. It nodded.

Angor tried reaching out for the rose.

Flora did not say anything. However, when she saw Angor reaching out, her expression became grim.

Sunders did not participate in the conversation. At this moment, he obviously became serious for some reason.

Of course, everyone had seen Angor’s action. However, they could not see the Red Reaper. Considering the boy reached out a hand, and Sunders and Flora changed their attitude, the only possible conclusion was—

“Something is here that only Flora, Sunders and Angor can see. It’s called Red Reaper, and Angor is going to take something from it.”

“But why are Flora and Sunders changing their attitude drastically?”

Heroline was getting a faint feeling, that once Angor took whatever there was, she would lose something important. Heroline tried to stop Angor, but before she could move, a great force repressed her down. She could not even find enough strength to speak.

She could hear people around her whispering to each other. She was the only one who could not move! She looked at that man in fear. Sunders was not even looking at her, and he still locked her in place.

There was no doubt. Sunders knew what Heroline was going to do. He disabled Heroline without raising anyone’s attention.

Such a dreadful being.

…

Angor’s hand finally connected with Red Reaper’s.

A cold feeling spread from his finger.

Was that how bones felt? It felt real. Yet something strange came upon Angor’s mind, albeit just briefly.

With uncertainty, Angor took the exceptionally bright rose from Red Reaper.

It was redder than fresh blood.

When Angor took the rose, a small commotion rose from the people around him.

Angor did not realize that what he just did was a completely different sight for the other people. When he reached his hand into an unknown space, the air went blurry, and his once empty hand was suddenly holding a bright-red rose.

Fetching something from thin air was not a difficult task for supernaturals. However… Angor was a mortal who had not even started to learn mana channeling. How was that possible?

It was real then? A “Red Reaper” was here, and no one could see it even with their spells?

Angor looked at the rose in his hand. It was really bright and gave out a very pleasant smell, but apart from these features, it was just an ordinary rose.

As Angor checked the flower, Flora covered her mouth in shock. She looked at Angor in a complete loss, and then glanced at Sunders. She swore that it was just a prank. Little Red did not exist in this world. It could not interact with reality without using special spells.

She did not expect that Angor actually took the rose! Also, it “became a reality”. The rose appeared in this world!

Unbelievable!

Seeing how Angor still had no idea what was going on, Flora quickly turned towards Sunders and spoke in a sad manner, “Teacher, you came for HIM, am I right? Am I right? Yes, I am! I knew it. Was wondering why you are suddenly nice to me. So that’s why!”