Wildness and Masks-Chapter 92 – Upside-down technique

"Cough... Macal, this time the sacrifice doesn't require you..."

Fra's words made both Macal and Ogre suddenly lift their heads in alertness.

"Is this a sign that he's going to make a move on me?"

Ogre quietly crossed his arms in front of him, ready to counterattack at any moment.

"Great Cleric Fra, I can bear the sacrifice!" Macal stood up to shield Ogre.

"Cough... I also don't need the sacrifice of a little girl."

Fra turned his inverted gaze to Ogre: "Geling... or should I call you Thrandic, I need you to go to Frontier City to find Yard or that person... Cough, now is not the time to worry about the truth—no matter what, as long as the Holy Light acknowledges him, he can be trusted... Please tell him to be wary of blue-eyed creatures."

"Go back... now?" Ogre felt like his plans were falling apart.

"Cough, Carl... you will escort her from now on... Your duty is more important, you need to take another incarnation of my sacrificial item and deliver it to the Church of Truth in Frontier City."

As Fra finished speaking, a white dove, seemingly an ornament, came to life from the inverted cross, then flew down and pecked out one of the eyes of the inverted "Fra."

Then, in the reflection of the black blood, a dove as black as a raven formed, also flying up to peck out one of the eyes of the inverted "Fra."

"This is the eye of the Night Demon... I have made it into a spell, which can protect you in times of need."

Fra's voice abruptly stopped.

As the white and black doves flew out, his body began to collapse...

Soon, even the series of bizarre things disappeared without a trace.

"Was it an illusion... Why didn't my super vision detect any flaws?" Ogre blinked.

There was no longer any sign of the inverted man at the scene.

The eerie cross from before.

And the endlessly flowing black blood, all disappeared shortly after Fra finished speaking, leaving no trace of their existence.

Only the two completely opposite doves remained.

"Was it just a triggered image? But why is it called the Sacrifice Technique..."

Macal knew very well that almost all spells with the word sacrifice involved significant costs.

This so-called Hanged Man's art, with its eerily realistic image... shouldn't be as simple as it appeared.

"Let's go."

Ogre reached out and caught the black dove flying towards him.

"Alright..." Macal nodded in agreement, also reaching out to catch the white dove.

But soon, he felt something was off.

"Miss Geling, you can speak normally!" Macal looked at Ogre in shock.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you, but I truly meant no harm—Great Cleric Fra can vouch for that. Now is not the time to dwell on this, is it?"

As he spoke, the black dove in Ogre's hand had already turned into a bead.

"It seems this is the help Fra left for me, he probably wants me to handle that matter myself and lend a hand." Ogre could feel a familiar power within the bead.

It was exactly like the restriction left on his forehead.

"Perhaps it's still a linked trigger, which Fra intentionally left before," Ogre speculated.

Macal opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to voice his blame: "Indeed... now is not the time to dwell on this."

He understood why people said the more beautiful a woman, the more deceitful she could be.

He just didn't expect that someone as seemingly pure and innocent as Ogre could also deceive...

At first, her face was a disguise, then according to Fra's words... even her name might be fake?

Now he's being told that her muteness was also a disguise?

What else isn't a disguise, her gender? Or her strength?

Those two should at least be real.

"Let's set out now, we should arrive before dark," Ogre said, putting away the bead.

Continuing to disguise his voice now would only complicate things...

Of course, in other aspects, he still had to keep up the act.

Otherwise, if Macal found out what Maggie did to him...

"Sigh, I was the victim here." Ogre couldn't forget what happened last night.

It had quite an impact on his young mind.

"Alright."

Macal also carefully put away the white bead in his hand, feeling a heavy sense of duty.

Fra entrusted this matter to him.

Probably because he was the strongest person left in this area.

"Sister Maggie and the others will be informed by the missionaries, try to have them hide in a safe place," Ogre suggested.

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He thought that since Rock Town had issues, it wouldn't be long before it spread to this village.

Ideally, the entire village should evacuate to the main city—this could also prevent potential future beast tides.

But that was an ideal situation.

Many things are complicated to execute, and most people would be unwilling to evacuate hastily.

Who would bear the losses? What if they encountered marauders on the way? What if some people refused to leave? What if some left and didn't return? Would their savings be enough to last through winter after evacuating?

These were visible problems.

As for the unseen ones, there were even more.

"Yes... alright." Macal nodded, feeling that Ogre's words made sense.

But he also felt a bit awkward.

He had a sense of being led by someone, and the difference in Ogre's character before and after seemed quite large.

It felt like the little white flower he was protecting had turned into the leader, which was quite jarring.

"There's no time to lose."

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Ogre pulled out the mask Maggie had prepared for him and put it on his face.