All Chapters of Enchanted Twilight: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After returning the color of his eyes to their original color, Raphael walked back and forth around the room, which from the interior was the living room, observing one by one the objects that were there solely to get rid of his boredom.Honestly, he did not understand why he just accepted the request from this man, who had no idea who he was. It was his curiosity that kept him there.His attention was distracted when the door to the room opened, revealing the figures of an old maid and a man dressed as a butler walking into the room. The two of them were only surprised to find his sudden presence in the room, but nothing more. In fact, he felt that the two people ignored his presence and approached Albert, who was still asleep. He did not know if it was his feeling or reality, but he felt Albert’s face—which had been pale earlier—return to normal. The old maid rolled up Albert’s collar, showing Albert’s right hand, which was filled with a symbol like a curse, then checked his pulse

This was the twentieth time Isaac had passed through this densely populated route, looking for the whereabouts of Raphael, who had disappeared a week before. Over and over again, they had to intercept any passerby they met or a merchant, asking if the people around there might have seen or met Raphael. They even gave a clear description of Raphael’s figure, along with the face painting made by Ursula, so that people could find Raphael more easily.Unfortunately, the answer remains the same; nothing. Isaac ruffled his hair, frustratedly crouching on the riverbank in the late afternoon after their search had yielded no results. Daniel crouched on his left side, hugging a paper shopping bag filled with bread that almost came out of the bag because it was so large.Daniel looked at him, then offered him a meat sandwich he had just bought from one of the bakeries they visited earlier, and he quickly refused. His appetite had disappeared since that night, when he thought Raphael was with

Isaac said as he stood before them, preparing to pull his sword out of its scabbard. The man's sharp gaze was without hesitation or fear as if he did not care and did not falter even if his enemy was a monster. "Phillip, I know it's you. Stay as a loser as usual."Phillip?The name sounded familiar. He tried to dig into his memory, summoned his memory that held memories of that name. If he was not mistaken, someone once told him about Phillip. Ah, why was at a time like this his memories did not cooperate with him, huh?!"Isaac Kanon. An unexpected surprise," the figure rose, shaking off the remaining smoke from Daniel's magic cast using his aura, approaching them dramatically. It seemed the figure knew Isaac very well because the way he spoke to Isaac was different. As if he was talking to an old friend. "I am very honored that you understand very well how I work. The last time you almost won— ""If you don't use dirty tricks, I'll definitely win the war," interrupted Isaac, who now

Daniel's eyes, which had closed due to enjoying the softness of the bed, opened wide, and then he turned to look at him. His face turned serious. "I think we should move our plans forward. The sooner, the better."His irritation had turned him anxious. "Did something happen?"Daniel no longer lay down and changed his position to sit on the bed, looking restless. "The situation is out of control. The figure controlling the body of the man named Albert is clearly the warlock who attacked me eight years ago.""Albert? Wait, you mean Albert Bertoldo?""Do you know him?"He was forced to confess. "He was the person I should've met four years ago. I was about to launch a second attack and needed additional information. But the man never appeared at all. I think he changed his mind or died …," Isaac paused for a moment, staring at Daniel in amazement. "Wait. How do you know his name?""Through this way," Daniel tapped his left temple proudly. "Peeping on the memory to find information from w

Daniel’s thin lips moved to cast a solemn spell. The surrounding wind slowly turned strong, bringing out the glass-like stairs that appeared from the sky until they were near the tree where he was now.The figure of a young woman with dark red hair and completely white eyes moved gracefully down the stairs and stood opposite him. The long tail of her dress was still hanging on the stairs. He gave his respect to that figure, the first rule that all supernatural beings must follow when a god or goddess descends from their throne in the heavens to the earth.The figure was more often known to Celtic witches as the goddess Mórrígan, the goddess of destiny and war for all living things on earth.The witches knew more about her as a goddess who often changed her form to a crow, as crows were synonymous with death.In fact, she could shape-shift into anything she wanted—including becoming someone else or a dragon just like him.“So, what do you want? You know, there is a payment that you hav