The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 120
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
“But… if I do that…”
“The moment you spray it, she will inhale the poison and die.”
No one was eavesdropping on this conversation.
The hallway was filled with Mikael’s attendants, all of whom were soaked in his divine power just like Iona.
“You can take her place. Insist until the end that the child in your womb is the Grand Duke’s. I will help you. A prophecy will be given that you are the true one. You will become the Madam of this place.”
Iona tried to refuse, but her mind grew hazy, and her body started to droop.
She couldn’t fully grasp the meaning of what she was being told, but she was branded before she could understand.
Whether divine power or otherworldly forces, their essence was the same: abilities that transcend human limits. This ability manifested differently in each person and was referred to as the ‘blessing of God’ within the church.
Mikael coldly looked down at Iona, who could only twitch her lips and was unable to escape.
‘I should be grateful for the power given to me by God. It’s meant to be used.’
His blessing was the ability to influence the mind of anyone exposed to his divine power. It was not brainwashing in the strictest sense, but there was no other precise term for it.
When he manifested his divine power and enveloped someone from head to toe, that person would try to act according to his desires.
This was the secret behind his rapid rise to the position of High Priest and why he could move freely within the castle.
His power did not work on those who had similar blessings or otherworldly powers themselves, nor on those wearing magical artifacts.
‘I thought I might control Jason under the pretext of bestowing a blessing, but since he has otherworldly powers, it was useless…’
Of course, such subtle manipulations were also time-limited. Just because someone was exposed to divine power once didn’t mean it would last a lifetime.
Sometimes, unexpectedly, there were those who resisted his power.
“No, I won’t do it.”
“You won’t?”
“I won’t…!”
Iona, who had seemed to give in easily, now struggled and resisted. Mikael’s face showed a crack of irritation.
How dare she refuse to be manipulated by him when her life was so insignificant.
“Madam accepted me. I won’t do such a thing.”
“I see. You know that she knows that you faked the pregnancy, right?”
“…!”
“Do you think she’ll forgive you for deceiving her from the beginning? How naive. What delusions are you under?”
Iona gasped for breath, and Mikael gripped her head firmly, directly channeled divine power into her brain.
“You will do as I want.”
“Ugh, ah…!”
“You will not reveal my identity.”
“Yes, yes…”
“You absolutely cannot. You would rather want to die than reveal it.”
He had killed many people this way throughout his life.
The one he remembered most was the previous High Priest. Despite having only a pitiful amount of divine power, that person had acted arrogantly.
Additionally, Mikael had manipulated those he judged better off dead, leading them to end their own lives.
‘I originally planned to do this with the princess as well.’
Strange as it was, despite not having otherworldly powers, every time he tried to make a covert attempt, he was thwarted.
Of course, he had never met the princess alone. She was a stickler for etiquette and an infuriatingly upright woman.
When Igmeyer Niflheim was present, Mikael couldn’t attempt to use divine power, and during meetings with the prince, it was impossible due to magical artifacts interfering.
He had tried to secretly send divine power from above while knowing the princess’s walking route, but it had been repelled.
Whether it was due to distance, the princess possessing magical artifacts he didn’t know about, or because she had otherworldly powers, was uncertain.
‘Tsk. So I had to back off, but what of it.’
From the beginning, Mikael had considered both the fast and the long routes.
“Leave now. I believe you will make me happy.”
“…Yes.”
“If you are questioned about that perfume bottle, jump out of the castle. You will want to do that for me.”
After issuing his final threat, Mikael dismissed Iona and opened an old book, tracing his fingers over a specific part.
When the conditions are met, reading the words written here can forcibly awaken the bloodline of Niflheim into a Nidhogg.
“Great tree, death between branches, howling wyrm, grasping hand, walking soul turned backward, burning body. The one who spreads broken wings.”
Of course, what is written in this book might not all be true. The awakening might not occur properly, or the contents of the book itself could be false.
Therefore, Mikael planned and acted with extreme caution.
So that even if there was a failure, he could quickly withdraw.
‘A necessary evil arranged by the gods. That monster is born from deep despair.’
Three essentials:
First, a place where despair gathers.
Second, the deep wounds and despair experienced by Niflheim’s bloodline, destined to become a Nidhogg.
Third, this book detailing the awakening method.
That’s what Mikael had discovered.
‘But for that to happen, Loki must die unjustly.’
Why isn’t he dead?
