Evan greeted me with a warm, welcoming smile.
◇ Fear: 62%
◇ Fear: 57%
‘What the…? You saw me, so why is the fear level going down?’
“Evil spirit, it seems the Duke is about to burst into this room… hmm. I’d better hide properly, right?”
“Mhm, that’s true…”
Still, it would probably be faster for me to possess Evan and make him escape than for Evan to hide on his own. So I looked at Evan again, ready to possess him, but…
◇ Fear: 49%
Before I knew it, his fear level had dropped below 50%. According to the game’s rules, if a survivor’s fear level falls below 50%, possession becomes impossible.
“Damn it.”
[Map]
! Basileon Ravenwood: 〈6th Floor〉 Near the Music Room
Basileon happened to be right nearby.
‘Stay calm, stay calm. Evan isn’t Havel. He’s sharp and quick-thinking, and pretty fast too.’
But, even as I was all flustered, Evan seemed to have already hidden himself somewhere.
“What the… where did you go?”
“…Judging by your reaction, I must’ve hidden pretty well.”
When I turned my head toward the source of the sound, Evan was hiding inside a double bass case, peeking out only with his large brown eyes. He was perfectly concealed, to the point that no one outside would have any idea he was there.
◇ Fear: 36%
“Wait… why are you so calm?”
“Because you’re here.”
“…What?”
“Strangely, I feel calmer when I’m with you.”
In the midst of all this tension, Evan replied with a sly smile.
[Map]
! Basileon Ravenwood: 〈6th Floor〉 In front of the Music Room
“This… this isn’t the time. Get inside quickly! Basileon is right in front of us!”
Kiiiek—.
Matching the timing of the door opening, I slipped through the wall and hid inside it. With Basileon’s anger level this high, I figured it was safer for me to hide as well. Evan, likewise, held his breath inside the contrabass case.
Step—
Basileon walked into the music room. Amazingly, the atmosphere seemed even more consumed by madness than before. With his eyes hidden behind disheveled hair, he looked even more eerie.
Drrrk—.
The chilling sound of his sword scraping along the floor pierced my eardrums.
‘Ugh, this is bad.’
[Basileon Ravenwood]
◇ Intimacy: 51%
◇ Anger: 79%
‘Crazy.’
It must be because of the words written on the armory wall. But what could they possibly mean to make Basileon like this?
Drrrk—.
Suddenly, the Flamberge being dragged across the floor started to look pitiful.
‘It’s like the sword is crying out for mercy…’
Basileon stopped in front of where the instruments were displayed. Evien was hiding inside the contrabass case, about two meters away from him.
“So… you’re here?”
Basileon wore a smile twisted by madness. His eyes were hidden beneath his hair, making the upturned corners of his mouth even more chilling.
‘Hiiik!’
Basileon was right near the contrabass case. At this rate, Evan was going to be discovered.
‘Then…!’
I quickly flew into another room and used a skill on the first visible object—something as big and heavy as possible. What I managed to lift with the skill was a chair. I carried it out into the hallway. And then…
I used 〈Attack〉 on the 〈Wall〉.
〈Remaining Uses: 7〉
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I banged the chair against the wall to make a loud noise, ensuring Basileon could hear it. Then, I sent the chair flying down the hallway.
Whoosh—thud.
The chair landed at the far end of the corridor with a loud crash.
Drrrk—.
The sound of a dragged sword came again.
Kiiiek—.
Luckily, Basileon was drawn out of the music room by the loud noise.
“….”
[Basileon Ravenwood]
◇ Intimacy: 49%
◇ Anger: 83%
I successfully drew Basileon’s attention. He began walking toward the chair that had flown to the opposite end of the hallway.
‘Ha… that was close.’
“Evan, are you okay?”
I quickly flew over to Evan, who was hiding inside the music room, and checked the contrabass case.
“Mhm.”
Evan peeked his big eyes out again and answered.
◇ Fear: 36%
“Aren’t you scared of Basileon?”
“I’m scared, but… somehow I feel like you’ll protect me. Just now… you helped me, didn’t you?”
I remembered the Evan I’d met in the previous game. At first, he had been terrified of me, an evil spirit—but as time went on, he grew calmer and calmer.
‘…And that I’d protect him.’
Maybe because I’ve been consistently helping the survivors, he’s started to trust me.
“Let’s get out of here first. I’ve already diverted Basileon’s attention.”
“Evil spirit… what’s your name?”
Why are we introducing ourselves now, of all times?
“There’s no time for this! I’m telling you, we have to go!”
“If you tell me your name, I’ll go.”
‘Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?’
“Evien. Evien Montrose. Happy now?”
“Evien… Mhm.”
“Enough—let’s just get out of here!”
We turned to leave the music room—but then…
‘Huh?’
Basileon was standing at the entrance, watching us.
“How dare you…”
◇ Anger: 87%
◇ Anger: 90%
◇ Anger: 94%
Basileon’s rage level shot up in real time the moment he spotted us.
◇ Anger: 100%
‘Oh my.’
“Evan, get out of the way!”
Swoosh—.
Basileon stood in the doorway and swung the flamberge with all his strength. At that moment, flames burst explosively from the tip of the blade and shot toward us, reaching our position in an instant.
“It’s crazy!”
Fortunately, Evan’s fear level wasn’t too high, so he dodged it swiftly.
Drrrrk—
Gripping the flamberge tightly, Basileon began approaching us in a menacing stride.
“Evan, you go to the far end first!”
Saying that, I flew in the opposite direction from Evan.
“….”
Strangely enough, Basilion didn’t go after Evan, the survivor—he came after me. It seemed that with his rage level hitting 100 percent, he had completely lost his sanity.
“Yeah, this way!”
Whoosh—.
This time, the flames flew straight at me. In the midst of the commotion, Evan watched me with worry.
‘Don’t worry about me. I’m an evil spirit, remember!’
I mouthed the words to Evan to tell him to run and motioned for him to hurry. Since I’m an evil spirit, of course the Flamberge can’t harm me.
‘Yeah. I just have to hold out like this.’
It was that moment.
Tingling—.
“Ugh…what is it?”
A sudden, intense headache washed over me—just like the time I saw fire because of Lilith. It was probably due to the flames erupting from the Flamberge.
Whoosh—! Fwoosh!
Basileon could never catch up to me.
I’m an evil spirit—I can fly freely through the air, and I can move as fast as I want. So the only way Basileon can attack me from a distance is with those flames.
“Wait, wait! Basileon!”
Normally, I could just endure it by running away like this. Since I’m an evil spirit, I can’t be cut by a sword or take any damage anyway. But right now, the headache was way too severe. And I couldn’t just fly straight out and leave Basileon like this. Evan is here, too.
“Stop. Please, stop.”
I kept dodging, but in the end I ended up getting close to Basileon. Maybe because he had completely lost his senses, I couldn’t read any intention from him at all. As I approached, Basileon swung his sword at me again. The flamberge came rushing toward me so frighteningly close that I squeezed my eyes shut in fear.
“Please stop.”
Whoosh— whoosh—
Basileon’s flamberge passed right through me, slicing only empty air.
“At this point, you should’ve come to your senses already, right?”
Hng…!
The moment I said that, the blade suddenly stopped in midair. Basileon froze in place, tilting his head slightly.
“Do you recognize me?”
Swish—.
As if finding it strange that the strike wasn’t landing at all, Basileon raised his sword horizontally and swung it.
“It’s me, Evien!”
What could possibly be effective in bringing Basileon back to his senses? What did he like again? I lifted my face close to his, right in front of the still-tilted Basileon, meeting his eyes as if telling him to look carefully. To make him recognize me.
‘Think, think carefully. If this doesn’t work, then…’
“Ah.”
Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. I went over to the cover draped over the music room’s piano.
‘No way… there’s no way this will work, right?’
You used 〈Interact〉 on 〈Piano Cover〉.
〈Remaining Uses: 0〉
Then, using the skill I could only use once per day, I brought the cover over. First, I wrapped it tightly around Basileon’s head. Then I touched his head. I wanted to see if contact with a person was possible through the cover as a medium. And unbelievably… it actually worked.
‘It works, it works!’
As an evil spirit, everything normally passed right through me—I could never touch anything. My attack skill only let me lift objects into the air; this was the only method that allowed me to physically touch something. Even though the piano cover was between us, I could still touch Basileon’s head through it.
“It’s me, Evien.”
I firmly grabbed Basileon’s head and spoke.
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