The Shaman Wants Transcendence

73 – What Witches and Fairies Have in Common

“I missed it.”

He picked up a rat carcass in the corner of a back alley and carved a pattern on it with his fingernail. He then threw it into the air and threw it at the mirror fragments that were shooting candy at him.

Perong!

The mouse that touched the shard caused a small explosion and turned all the shards of the mirror into powder. However, one fragment in the center did not turn into powder and maintained its original shape, as if it had been roughly rubbed with sandpaper to form a hexagon.

Strangely, the hexagonal mirror pieces did not reflect the light even when it received sunlight, but rather greedily absorbed the light. However, even though it sucked in the light, the reflected scenery was still shining, so it was an unusual thing for anyone to see.

‘Border magic of Annwn. Among them, Tylwyth Teg’s pass.’

Jinseong looked at the piece of mirror and clicked his tongue.

Annun’s boundary magic is a branch of Celtic magic that is used mainstream in Europe, and is mainly used by Welsh magicians. It uses the power to obscure the boundary using the shamanic medium of ‘mirror’, and those who handle it well are said to be able to escape in any situation.

Throwing yourself into a mirror is a common way to get out of it, as the fortune teller did, but if used by an advanced shaman, you can use the eyes of others as a mirror to get away.

Jinseong stared at the mirror fragment floating in the air and quietly closed his eyes.

Then he remembered the pattern he had seen through the bug yesterday.

The pattern that the bug that had been ‘cleaned’ sent to him along with death.

A grotesque shape resembling a twisted whale swimming around.

It has the appearance of floating in the air with its swirling pupils waving in all directions. The celestial bodies become swirling pupils, the clusters of light form lines and planes, and the twisted body is formed to form its shape.

A pattern that cannot be easily noticed from a human eye level, and can only be seen by looking up from a low place.

‘The pattern of the human sacrifice altar of Crom Cruach.’

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“Ahh- I don’t know where I went wrong?”

An abandoned bunker in the outback of Russia.

A bearded man jumped out of the innermost mirror of the bunker.

It was a fortune teller who escaped from Jinseong’s attack.

He glanced around the moldy, dusty bunker, then sighed and looked at the mirror he had protruded from.

In the depths of the bunker where no light enters, it is unlikely that the image will be formed in the mirror, but it is clear in the mirror he is facing. It was painted with a shape that anyone could say was a human figure. Also, as if trying to prove that he was a reflection of himself in the mirror, he copied the man’s actions and rolled his eyes here and there.

“Because I’m out of luck, I’m meeting some monster bastard. Damn it.”

The reflection in the mirror spat out curse words.

They did not move their mouths by mimicking the actions of men, but by moving their mouths and uttering their voices independently. That is also the theme of the shadow reflected in the mirror.

“I think you noticed? What do you think? Huh? What do you think?”

FemaleThe man outside the mirror, using a holy tone, asked the shadow.

The shadow thought for a moment and then said.

“There are two possibilities.”

The fortune teller thought while stroking his beard at the words of the shadow.

“Huh-huh. Two?”

“Okay.”

“One is that we figured out what we were going to do. The other is what-freeze?”

The shadow smiled and said at the man who asked slyly.

“What? It’s just that bastard was a monster.”

“Oh?”

“Did you see the monster measuring this and that and rushing at it? If it’s tasty, it’ll run at it.”

“Oh my, it’s delicious. Are you ashamed to say that?”

Unlike the word embarrassing, the fortune teller’s face was filled with life.

“But I don’t like it, huh? I don’t like it.”

“Ha, do you know who likes it?

“It’s not that we’re doing bad things, we’re going to do something good, but we’re hitting candles like this!”

Bang!

As if exasperated, he kicked the junk that was rolling around in the bunker.

“Isn’t it? You said you’d bestow a blessing on my little sister. Does this kind of treatment make sense!”

“I can’t help it. They say they don’t like guardians. Yem-sick.”

“If you dedicate a year that doesn’t budge, good things happen to both pretty girls! Opportunities to accumulate a lot of good karma don’t come often!”

The fortune teller tore his hair out in exasperation.

With a popping sound, his long hair was pulled out and blood gushed out and ran down his head, but the fortune teller got angry as if he didn’t feel any pain, and soon turned his head at the tickling sensation that brushed his cheek.

He calmed down when he saw himself in the mirror stretching out his arm and caressing my face.

“Let’s calm down and sort things out.”

“Clean up?”

“Let’s lay down one premise. We can’t throw away this opportunity, can we?”

“Yes…Yes. But with that monster, it won’t be easy, will it?”

The fortune teller remembered what he had been through a moment ago.

It was a nightmare-like battle where evil spirits came and attacked in droves.

Where did you gather so many evil spirits that are hard to see?

Evil spirits with all sorts of terrifying appearances rushed at them like hungry ghosts in front of food, and their momentum was so great that even the fortune teller who had been through all sorts of things gave up.

Moreover, the shaman who sends the evil spirits did not even show nose plucking.

He sent demons out of sight, strengthened them, and tormented him constantly, but never showed himself or came forward.

Thanks to that, he was beaten one-sidedly and had no choice but to run away.

“Yeah, it won’t be easy. By the way. Are you going to give up?”

“Oh, what are you talking about?”

If you do good things, good karma accumulates.

In Celtic magic, it is said that the path a person has walked in life becomes a record, and as records accumulate, they have meaning in themselves, and as the meaning accumulates and accumulates, the influence that can be exerted on the world increases.

A human being who can exert a significant influence on the world.

It was called ‘hero’ in the Celts.

“What a great opportunity, are you giving up on this? Are you crazy?”

“Oh, of course you should. What a chance this is!”

Iarin and Ella who appeared in front of him who wanted to become a hero were like a gift from heaven.All. A golden opportunity to increase the amount of good karma you have and get closer to the goal of being a hero at once.

It was ironic that the method was human sacrifice…

What does that mean

If one person is sacrificed, two people benefit.

It’s a good thing, and it’s not a good thing.

“Let’s take a chance, take a chance.”

“It’s good if you get them all. Even if you don’t get them all…”

“Looking at it, even if it’s hard to target that bastard’s sister, isn’t it somehow possible with her remaining one?”

“Oh, of course, if you’re going to target them, you have to target them.”

“That’s right! It’s to build up the good karma of saving lives, but it’s right to prioritize enlightenment!”

The two concluded face-to-face.

Both if possible.

If you have to choose between the two, it’s the rabbit.

“Okay. Let’s take a chance.”

The fortune teller recalled his overriding goal.

Snow-white long hair.

Eyes redder than the blood shed by the first child on the altar.

Skin whiter than floating white clouds on a dry day.

A small, swollen chest containing the traces of my sisters.

“You must have a lot of ingredients.”

The fortune teller smiled twistedly, thinking of the White Witch.

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The first thing Jinseong did after returning to the hotel was to go to the lodging where Lee Ah-rin and Lee Se-rin were staying. Without hesitation, he went into the inn and set the two people playing on the bed upright, and sat across from them.

Then he drew bizarre shapes on paper and showed them.

“Do you know this pattern?”

The pattern was so bizarre.

No, it might be more accurate to describe it as bizarre.

It had swirling eyeballs, and it looked like a caveman’s imaginary image of a whale, or it seemed to embody a monster that was crushed in the depths of the sea. At first glance, it looked like a child’s graffiti, and it also looked like something cult that was once in vogue and then disappeared.

“Old rain. What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Iarin looked at him strangely.

Because it was too sudden.

He suddenly bursts into the room and draws a strange picture.

Then he shows it and asks what it is.

“What’s going on? And what about this painting?”

Seeing the serious face, it doesn’t seem like a simple quiz, but no matter how you look at it, it was the first picture you’ve ever seen.

However, Lee Se-rin, who was sitting next to Ia-rin, pretended to know whether the devil had tipped her off.

“Huh, Crom Dubh?”

Jinsung nodded his head at those words.

“Yes. Chrome Doub. It is also the symbol of what is also called Chrome Cruych.”

He held out a piece of paper with a picture on it to Se-Rin Lee and said.

“From now on, you must find the fetishes engraved with this.”

Lee Se-rin looked at him, confused.

Her face was full of questions as to why.

“Yes?”

Perhaps to clear her doubts, the devil whispered in her ear and deceived her words.Gone

Then, Lee Se-rin’s eyes widened as if they would jump out, and her face was filled with astonishment.

“This, human sacrifice?!”