Fantasia of the Inn Sleeping with Obsessions Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

White: First things first, these skeletons are a real pain. Let’s put up a barrier beforehand. 

Snow: It won’t hold, but it’s better than nothing. Figaro, you will help us. 

The twins and Figaro casted a small barrier around us. The skeletons couldn’t proceed any further, continuously walking into the wall of the barrier. 

Snow: That will buy us time for explanations.

White: Now, about this doll. Everyone, meet the true inn owner. 

Inn Owner: H-Hello…nice to meet you.

Akira: ?!

From the lovely doll came a raspy voice, and my eyes widened in surprise. It was a different voice from the one in the lobby.

Lennox: Are you the real inn owner…?

Akira: But weren’t they killed…?

Mitile: I think they were just turned into a doll instead…they were hidden in the depths of the basement. 

White: No wonder why you didn’t come out and greet us. You couldn’t.

The doll’s voice became exaggeratedly panicked.

Inn Owner: M-M-M-My apologies…! Even though you two had graced this inn with your presence, I was unable to welcome you…!

Bradley: They’re shakin’ in their boots!

Owen: Ahaha, the doll’s trembling!

Snow: As usual you’re so very frightened. This one has long since been this way.

There is no need for apologies. We have something to ask of you. What is that wizard?

Inn Owner: I, I do not know. I don’t know who or what they are,

but they were a bolt out of the blue! 99 years ago, they suddenly fell through the roof, having fallen from the sky!

Rutile: The roof…? Was the inn under attack?

Inn Owner: No, it was a mere crash. They had used up their mana while flying on their broom, and the inn happened to be right under them!

They managed to survive the fall, but their injuries were deep, and their entire body was roughed and bloodied up.

I still remember the words they begrudgingly groaned as they lay on the floor that day. How they were beaten by Mithra…

Rutile & Mitile: Huh?

Bradley, Owen, & Lennox: By Mithra…?

Everyone in the room turned to look at Mithra.

Twins in the Painting: Mithra, do you know them?

Mithra: Hmm, I feel like I do remember trading blows once with a ghost trainer of a wizard…or was that a dream…

What was their name again…? Phooey, I can’t seem to remember.

Lazily, Mithra scratches the back of his neck. He himself doesn’t even know if there’s a clue to be found. 

Figaro: A ghost trainer…those types never show themselves in public, and are pretty unfriendly. 

Lennox: Now it makes sense why they can control so many skeletons. 

Akira: Uhm…did you turn into a doll for the sake of hiding yourself? 

Inn Owner: Indeed I did. I had a gut feeling that I’d be turned into stone, so as a last resort, I hid myself in this doll.

Bradley: What a wuss. Weren’t they on the verge of death? You got your house robbed of you by a half-dead guy. 

Twins in the Painting: Braddy, that’s meaaan!

Snow: What else could they do? This little one has more skill in badmouthing and being evil than in magic.

White: They only made it so far in life because of their cowardly ways, so when it came to a serious face off against us they let their guard down and got toppled over so easily!

Akira: (They’re straight up dissing them…)

Inn Owner: Yes! Indeed! It is exactly as Lords Snow and White say!

Even while that wizard was on the verge of death I could still sense strong magic within them, and knew I was no match for them so…

For being unable to protect the inn, I have no face to show you.

The hoarse voice shrunk back in fear.

Despite being in the form of a doll, looking into their eyes I could tell they were sweating bullets. They truly were subservient towards the twins.

Figaro: All of the magic charms in this inn have a strange spell casted on them. Is that because of that wizard?

Inn Owner: Yes yes, it is. While I was in hiding, that wizard misused the magic tools all over the inn for their evil deeds…

It was well over hundreds of years ago when the twins cast their judgment upon the inn owner.

Since then, the inn owner had become tamed through fear. The humans in the settlements the wizard watched over could finally relax a little knowing that their threat was gone. 

Little did they know, hundreds of years later a new wizard would take over the inn, begin kidnapping them one after the other, using them as offerings in their rituals, killing and collecting their bones, and using them to amplify their magic power. 

Inn Owner: Using this inn as their stronghold, they stocked up on power, planning on getting their revenge at the wizard who felled them, Mithra.

Lennox: And to think Mithra would unexpectedly come and visit this inn…

Twins in the Painting: Wooow, talk about bad timing.

Mithra: It was your idea. 

Bradley: It’s your guys’ fault.

Owen: How silly. 

They sounded so haughty and yet in the end they’ll take out Mithra using their walking chew toys? Where’s the fun in that?

The twins strongly shook their heads in disagreement.

Snow: Nope. These skeletons are but a time staller.

White: When we checked out the basement, we found the traces of an activation spell for a sealing type magic.

Twins in the Painting: We fear that their true aim is…

All of a sudden, the skeletons slow their movement, halting to a perfect stop.

The entire crowd of skeletons began to make a clacking noise with their teeth as they moved their mouth.

???: It   is   over   for   all   of   you

A voice that sounded like it came from someone crawling on the ground echoed.

Mitile: …! This voice is…!

Lennox: That wizard’s.

The voice we first met in the lobby. But compared to their demeanor then, this time it was filled with unrelenting hatred.

Wizard: Foolish fools. Up until now, everything was mere child’s play, to buy me the time to complete my sealing rite.

While you were busy playing with my skeletons, I was getting ready, pouring all my magic and my 99 years of gathering bones and stones from living sacrifices, for this moment!

To seal Mithra, all you fools, and this inn together forever!

A poisonous purple mist began to seep out from the floor and walls. 

Rutile: !?

Akira: What is this?!

Figaro: This is miasma…the sealing ritual has started.

Joy and rage both were mixed into that exhilarated voice, and as if singing a song they continued to speak. 

Wizard: Aah, Mithra. How joyous it is to have reunited with you here by pure coincidence. 

Mithra: …

Wizard: As usual you’re an irritatingly listless man. The gall you have to call ME a bug. 

Soon, this spell will be complete, and I will finally erase you from this world. I hope you regret everything.

Their laughter loudly echoed throughout the inn, then gradually grew farther away until it disappeared. The purple mist eventually filled the room, making it hard to breathe and hard to see.

The barrier we had up broke down and disappeared.

Akira: The barrier!

White: Of course it breaks now.

Snow: No more barriers. The skeletons grow ever stronger.

With a crash, the crowd of skeletons were brought back to life. Their numbers increased as they called for more of their friends, their marches a parade to our deaths.

As a sign of the wizard’s curse magic increasing, the white bones of the skeletons dyed to black. It was all the more a display of terror. 

The skeleton swarm was so big it could be mistaken for a wall, and it came attacking. 

Mitile: Rutile…!

Mitile, with fear painting his face, trembles. Rutile tightly embraces his little brother, covering him with his entire body. 

Mithra: Arthim.

Following the murmur of a spell comes a flash of light. In an instant the surrounding skeletons were burnt to crisps.

With the yawn of a ferocious beast and his own sluggish movement, Mithra turns back towards the Southern brothers.

Mithra: What are you so afraid of? Remind yourself who it is you have by your side again?

At the same time, Owen laughs sardonically.

Owen: Seriously.

This is the power you’ve been preparing these 99 years for your revenge?

It’s as weak as a flimsy piece of scrap paper. Don’t act like you have all the power in the world from just short of a hundred year’s worth of accumulation!

How many times do you think we’ve fought to the death? If it was that easy to kill this guy I would have done it by now. 

Bradley: Ha, he’s not wrong! Since you’ve been cooped up in a gloomy inn this whole time you must’ve forgotten what the taste of a Northern wizard’s fist is like. Let’s remind you.

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