Mugman X Chalice の小説・ストーリー

The woman concluded and I looked at her. A challenge? “Alexander Hudson, please make a small incision in the wrist of Beatrice Madden and hold it over the chalice until a drop of blood has fallen in it. The chalice will light up when it is done.” The woman explained and Alex greedily took my wrist. He got the knife and looked at me with a smile. I swallowed and looked down. My wrist was right above the chalice. The chalice itself was gold from the inside and black from the outside and it hummed with power. I had no idea where the light would be shone from but I didn't care anyway, not when the knife touched my skin and cut through. Blood welled up and I stared at the dark, clear red liquid s

" He smiled at me. I hesitated for a moment. The silver chalice was shaped like a goblet with the diameter of the mouth and the wide base was about ten centimeters. There were beautiful engravings and some precious stones on the walls. I thought this thing was too precious to give to me. "I can't accept it. Just keep it, someday if you need money, you can sell it." "We'll never sell it." the look on Elgar's face changed very quickly as if he didn't like what I said.

she turns and runs out of the room. I walk over to my chalice and drop the blood from my claws into it then pour some all knowing serum into it, a white light smoke rises from the chalice and we watch like a vision as a scene comes to life, a woman is fleeing, she’s dressed in black with her face covered and keeps looking back as she goes.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

“Within the Void, magical artifacts lie hidden. Each one older than your Houses, older than Blackcroft itself. Some of you will find them. Fewer will survive them.” He wasn't in the Hall with us but his voice carried through like thunder. An image glowed into being in the air: an anciently designed silver chalice wreathed in endless blue fire. “The Chalice of Verryn. Cold to the hand, but the liquid within is warm. Drink, and it will show you your deepest truth. Many who sip never return from the vision. Its fire has never gone out.”

"The spell we need to perform cannot be delayed. The Lycgers will not relent, and neither shall we." Malta nodded, stealing one more kiss from his lover before setting him down. Both Malta and Floridia watched eagerly as the man reached into his bag, retrieving a glass jar with a Rogue-shaped cover. Inside the jar, a white liquid shimmered and glowed faintly, resembling water in its consistency.

I explained, glancing toward the stage where Joar had held the chalice in his gloved hands. “I’ll have to get it from the old man. What kind of cover can you give me?” Evalyn asked. “I can create a mist.” I offered. “I’ll black out the room. Stay close to me, Evalyn, because you won’t be able to see while I can.” Sage said. “Just don’t touch the chalice yourself, Sage. Evalyn has to be the one.” I insisted. “I’ve got this, doudou.” Sage winked, kissing me before they linked arms with Evalyn.

I watched the red on her face become even redder as it spreads to the tip of her ears and she returns my smile with her own. "Very well, please rise." Victor says. He grabs the chalice and holds it up and begins to speak even louder. "This is the chalice of our people, The chalice The Moon Goddess herself made when she once walked this Earth. This is the blessed chalice of the elders!" I watch as he extends his nail and slices the palm of first elder next to him, elder Ethan. Ethan held his hand over the chalice and squeezed his hand tight as he let a few drops fall into the chalice.

I had to catch it! The mug smashed against the floor just before I lunged for it. Ruth picked up a shard and smirked at me. I remembered when Zagreus had first handed me the mug. "You have to protect this mug, Lilith. If someone so much as chips it, oh... I'll break their entire skeletons, haha!"

“Laura? Are you all right?” I´m unable to respond to Lucas. I just stare into his eyes, scared as hell about what is happening to me. It feels different from when I was gaining my powers. My whole body feels numb but at the same time it feels like electricity is flowing through me and is about to rip me apart. Then I hear Lucas scream in fear. “Laura!” The End. Or not? Sequel: >Citadel. Dungeons. Night< “I have brought you what you asked for.” Seven produces a silver chalice from within the folds of her robes. It is stained with blood. “The chalice bears the blood of the First Wolf. I obtained it during the failed ritual for the child-wolf.”