Warlock Apprentice Chapter 801 - Another Music Box

Chapter 801: Another Music Box

“He’s crafting sothing new? Now?” Jebra frowned over the situation. “Was he yelling like a mad man because of so new inspiration?”

Until now, Jebra had seen Angor as soone impassive and calm most of the ti. The only reason he could think of for explaining Angor’s unusual behavior was that Angor entered so kind of special ntal state as an alchemist.

“This is gonna look fun. I wonder what he’s bringing out this ti?” Jebra hunkered down and observed the surface, relaxed.

The rmaid princess gradually lowered her voice after singing for almost two hours because she felt tired out. And when she didn’t see Angor blaming her in any way, she gladly stopped her performance fully.

anwhile, the unsettled environnt around them beca peaceful again. The rman guardians all moved closer to their princess to protect her better.

“Your Highness, shall we tell the Umbra Shell to return below?” a dashing-looking guard wearing a black pearl ear stud whispered to the rmaid singer.

The princess frowned as she tried to make a decision. She didn’t sense any enmity from the person above them yet, but she wasn’t sure if he would allow them to leave.

“Let’s wait a bit more.”

Her guards followed her order without a second thought. However, they still summoned all the children back to the giant creature they were riding on just to be safe.

For a mont, Jebra, Tulu, as well as all the sea dwellers, carefully watched the cloud of mist in the sky and waited for Angor to show up.

But instead, the mist only turned thicker as it grew harder to see the surroundings when the moonlight was fading away.

Compared to Tulu and the rmaids who were anxious to find out what was going on, Jebra was relatively collected because he was almost sure Angor was doing alchemy. He expected to see an alchemy on soon, which might generally tell him what Angor was making.

However, there was no on coming. Instead, he heard gentle lodies once again.

Jebra was never a man of music. In his view, even the lovely performance of the rmaid princess was sothing “good to listen to” at best.

Yet the music he was listening to right now sohow aroused a strange feeling in his mind.

As the “Child of Ocean”, he could feel that the sea around him was changing with the tunes. It was as if... the very sea itself were enjoying the music.

Jebra felt his heartbeat quickening all of a sudden. He knew the music was affecting him in so way, but he couldn’t understand why.

He wasn’t the only one. All the rmaids and rn, who always considered the sea as their eternal ho, were all gazing at the cloud of mist above them in a hypnotic state. To them, the music was far from perfect, and of course, inferior to what their princess could offer. But they were still amazed to see different views that showed a different ocean magically entering their sights.

Tulu was the only one present who wasn’t affected by the music too much because his condition didn’t allow him to fully perceive sound. But still, he knew that the music was good. And since this one didn’t sound like the tempting harmony perford by rmaids, which were used for drawing him to death, he felt safer.

“But where did it co from? Is Mister Padt like, playing an instrunt over there?” Tulu wondered.

He was partially correct—it wasn’t Angor, but a team of “teacups” wielding their different instrunts inside the mist.

Currently, Angor was frantically manipulating his cantrips and various lted materials between his hands with a pair of passionate, reddened eyes, while the “teacup band” he summoned from his Nightmare Domain was accompanying him.

The music piece they were playing was a random one Angor instructed them out of boredom. But today, Angor decided to use this music as the main the of his new music box.

Earlier, he barely grasped the brief stimulus in his mind, and he’d like to turn it into his creation before it slipped. With a quick decision, he started to craft a music box. For one, he was pretty good at making music boxes now. And when he saw the singing rmaid and her guards, he suddenly rembered that he still needed to present a music box to Lady Mirror, who requested an illusion that “contained bare-bodied handsos that did not appear too erotic”.

Angor listened to Lady Mirror’s suggestion and checked out the show “Phantom of Festivity”. Yet the lowly display intended to entertain lustful folks did not provide him with any useful idea at all.

He postponed the request because Lady Mirror had been in seclusion and nobody knew where she went. For this, he was glad that he had more ti to prepare, so he didn’t need to put Sunders in the illusion to improvise.

But the sight of the singing rmaid and her loyal guards instantly stirred sothing in his mind. It was mainly his instinct of an alchemist that controlled his actions this ti instead of Lady Mirror’s order.

Besides, he wasn’t making a simple illusion. He wished to mix the tiny “spark of mind” just now into the illusion. He didn’t know how to explain the special notion using words. He only knew that it was a whim made possible by the rmaid’s song as well as his special state of madness, that would probably occur only once in his life. This was why he got down to alchemy work imdiately without worrying about ti and place. He HAD to do it right now.

After quickly setting the fra of the music box, he began applying permanent illusion nodes onto the item while adding the most important component—the unknown fancy of mind—inside the illusion.

He closed his eyes and recreated the fantastic mory he kept a mont ago, and he allowed his primal instinct to take over his movents.

While completely focused on his task, he wasn’t aware that the music he blended into his creation was traveling away while carrying a strange sequence to those who could hear it.

...

It was early morning. Angor had not shown up from the mist yet, but his music had already halted since a long ti ago.

Jebra was still savoring the wonderful music he heard that seed to alter the ambiance of the sea. He couldn’t see what had exactly happened to the sea, but he knew sothing had changed as if a person with the sa everyday getup just developed a completely different character.

It was like... the sea suddenly beca cheerful because it “agreed with” the music.

Jebra tried repeating the tones by himself to see what would happen, but he failed. He wondered if he needed a special way of performing or a particular instrunt to cause the strange effect.

After remaining silent for over three hours, Angor’s music suddenly ca again, and Jebra quickly discarded random thoughts and focused.

His pupils shrank, and he saw his vision shifting.

When he could see clearly again, he found himself sowhere different. It was a world troubled by unrelenting tidal waves and great storms. Jebra saw himself sitting on a simple boat that rocked back and forth between the looming tides like a sailor who carelessly stumbled into the wrong part of the sea at a bad ti.

Jebra was never afraid of tides and hurricanes that would normally drown ordinary people. However, he had forgotten who he was. For now, he was one such “ordinary person” who was trying to reach safety across the thunderstorm.

And it terrified him for good.

While desperately steadying himself on the unreliable and confined boat, Jebra looked for a way ho while every elent around him was attempting to stop him.

A sky-high tidal wave slamd down onto the boat and washed him away.

His mind was imdiately taken over by chaos and panic. The only thing he could feel was the salty and choking seawater that announced his death.

There was music again.

Jebra gave himself one last push on the surface and looked at the source of the music. He saw sothing glowing between the dancing tides. It appeared to be a person wearing a long dress, who was sohow standing on top of the sea...

Then he sank.

...

Jebra opened his eyes with a start.

He took several minutes to calm down. He looked at the stone he was sitting on and was sure that it was just a bad dream. But...

It felt too real to be a dream.

He was the “Child of Ocean” Jebra! What made him so afraid of the sea? And who was the shining person at the end?

He didn’t have ti to worry about these questions because he noticed that the giant turtle on the surface was slowly looking his way. It was probably because his camouflage failed when he was “dreaming”. Fearing that Angor would notice him, he quickly turned into bubbles and blended into the water.

“Wait... My power. It’s one step closer to the next phase!”