Occlumency And Legilimency Novels & Stories

Alex The special interrogation technique of the Dark Fur Pck is Mind Reading. I had used it earlier to draw out information from Lucian enemies a few weeks ago, and it would really work well in this situation. The only downside of using it was the immense mental strain it had on the exhibitor. Not only does it consume a lot of mental strength, but it also takes a toll on them if not used properly or if executed too long. I’ve seen a lot of colleagues of mine go crazy because they performed it wrong, so all precautions had to be taken.

“ Arghhh!!! Arghhh!!!! Loud, piercing screams echoed in the room. Emily and Eric were lying on the floor writhing with pain, becoming weaker and weaker till they were still. I clenched my fists hard. I had to do this. I took the Alexart from the box which Eric kept in his room. Then I got busy making preparations for The Obliviate Ritual. I placed them in the center of the candle formation and sat the head of the formation. Slipping the Alexart onto my middle finger, I closed my eyes and started chanting the spells to obliviate memories. Focusing hard, I wiped out the memories related to me and Alex for the past one month.

“It is now.” He didn’t argue. But I could tell—he didn’t understand. We moved into one of the interior observation chambers—a smaller room overlooking a central exchange space. Here, the deals were done more quietly. No announcement. Just one-on-one meetings. Item for item. Smile for smile. “This is where the off-ledger items go,” Ambrosius murmured. “Off-ledger?” “The kinds of things you can’t record even in a black-market registry. Bloodline talismans. Forbidden enchantments. Possessed relics. Host-bound familiars.”

No—it couldn’t be. But he had used it to blackmail Edmund. That explained why Tommen Knight no longer had a record in the Shadow Knights. Then who *was* Tommen talking about? I looked at the screen again, then at Killian. He didn’t speak. The chill that surrounded him was eerie—like a statue, frozen in place, without motion or emotion. As if he never moved, and never would. "Killian..." But without a word, he turned and walked out of the office. A foreboding feeling sank in my stomach.