Necromancer's Descent

56 - Immortality

Rosalin's point of view

Two- two thousand years?

Wait-

Wait-

Her saying this, is basically confirming my former question that she recognized that situation, right? Not only that, but she's telling me the situation wasn't an illusion...

It's something that happened two thousand years ago...

Doesn't that make the thing I saw a memory?

If- if it is a memory, then whose?

I look over Estella again, who still seems to be shaking off the giggles, clearly enjoying the situation.

"What was her name?"

I ask cautiously, while having a bad feeling swirling in my gut.

But Estella doesn't answer.

She just cups her cheek again.

But she doesn't have to answer, because this tells me just enough.

Someone Estella despises enough to take joy in their pain. Someone she can't talk about. Someone that lived two thousand years ago. Someone living that could feel pain... and was tortured. A necromancer. Someone who promised to let Estella die, but failed. 

Someone that controls demons to kill humanity.

The woman whose red soul was in the butterfly mocking Joshua.

The darkness that got angry with me.

The darkness that tried to convince me to kill humanity.

I feel my stomach twist, as it fills with nausea.

I peered into the memories of the one that wants to destroy humanity.

I clench my hands.

Estella isn't asking a question, so she's waiting for me to ask another.

I glance to the goblin, and then to Estella.

"...Are you the mages of Seidrspir... the children of Seid?"

Estella, finally done laughing, lifts her teacup again, and puts it to the helmet... but she doesn't drink it. Just seems to smell it if anything. Then lowers it, tapping a finger against the glass as if to think. Hinting that this might be on the edge of what she can tell me.

"I'll change my question. Has the gate sign ever been changed or replaced since the city fell?"

"No."

The gate sign with Estella's monogram.

They're the mages of Seidrspir.

I almost cover my face in my hands from the horror of reality.

The mages were turned undead and used to destroy humanity.

They-

"When this invasion is over, what will you do in this world, you who came from the outside?"

I freeze at those words, and I feel a chill run down my back. How did she know?

Appraisal?

I fold my hands in my lap, and squeeze them tightly.

Calm down.

If she knows now, then she would have known from the beginning.

What was the question again?

What I will do in this world, when this invasion is over?

This invation?

I press my lips together, remembering my own theory that this place had a 'retry' situation going on.