Chapter 411
Chapter 411
Windsor stood beneath the streetlamp, his vision beginning to blur.
“What’s happening?” His voice trembled in panic
His legs refused to obey, and as he tried to take a step toward the Simpson villa, it felt as though something invisible had jabbed into his body.
When he looked back, a shadow darted toward him.
Before he could even register it, everything went black. A cold sensation trickled down his forehead, and he blinked. His vision swam, and with a sudden flash of darkness, he lost consciousness..
Windsor’s body stood frozen, but Percival was there, his large land reaching out to steady him. He caught Windsor from behind, keeping him from collapsing.
At the same time. Odalys stepped forward, placing a talisman on Windsor’s forehead. As her fingers released, Windsor remained standing, eyes closed, as though in a deep sleep
“Anything unusual?” Percival asked, his voice low but curious.
Odalys stepped back, her gaze sharp as she studied Windsor’s
Tve seen something” she said after a moment. “There are two shadows on him. They overlap, like two people inhabiting the same body. Windsor believes he is himself, but much of what happens to him is being controlled by the other presence inside him I also smell something familiar— remember that disgusting Rafael from the village!”
Percival’s brow furrowed. He remembered Rafael well.
That night, Rafael had tried eventually killed by a truck.
attack Freya in the Film Capital, but the venomous little snake had turned the tables, leaving Rafael disabled and
“I remember,” Percival said, his voice heavy with the memory “That bastard died tonight.”
She paused, her lips curling into a cold smile. “He was trying to use the strange, eerie events in the Film Capital to stir up confusion. That’s why I had to take decisive action against him.”
“But now, something’s different,” she continued. “Windsor has the same aura I smelled on that paper doll. It’s faint, but unmistakable. This means someone’s using black magic–negative energy–to control him, just like Rafael did.”
Paper dolls were made by magicians who coat paper with a special oil and then, at midnight, outline a human figure using magic dust or other fuels. They drew it during times of intense negative energy, infusing it with something that allowed the paper doll to absorb negative energy. making it so easily possessed that it seemed alive.
This method was used in ancient times, mostly to scare people. Odalys never imagined anyone would still use such black magic today. It looked like the Love Spell also came from this person’s hand.
But this person is hiding so well. Odalys could sense a familiar energy, but she coudn’t pinpoint their presence. Clearly, they had gone to great lengths to mark their scent.
Otherwise, with just a sniff, she would be able to track them down immediately.
Percival’s eyes narrowed. “So the energy from the paper doll is the same as what’s coming off Windsor. He came here tonight to summon a spirit. But whose spirit is he trying to summon! The one inside him? Or someone from the Simpson family?”
Odalys expression darkened as she thought about it. “He’s trying to summon the other presence inside him. It’s Quinton’s Windsor and Quinton share the same body. If Quinton is using Windsor, then everything Windsor has done–sleeping with Sophia, for example–is Quinton’s will. We need to look into sophia’s past. I have a hunch that the Simpson family had something to do with her being taken in by the Bennett family after her parents mysteriously died.
Percival thought back to the investigation he had conducted earlier. “I looked into it already. Sophia’s parents died the night she was adopted–they jumped into a river. There were no other children in the family, and the couple had no connections to anything suspicious.”
Odalys frowned, her mind racing. “That’s where it gets tricky. If Quinton’s controlling Windsor, then it’s possible that Windsor’s actions, his relationships–even Sophia’s–are all a part of his plan. We need to figure out what the Simpson family has been up to. Why were they so interested in Sophia! And what does the Bennett family love that they want so badly?”
She fell silent, her gaze drifting into the distance,
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Percival saw the tension in her face. So, what now?”
Odalys took a deep breath. “Let me see what that other presence inside Windsor is planning”
She stepped forward again, her fingers moving delicately over the talisman on Windsor’s forehead. She traced the symbols, her focus intense. As she did. Windsor’s eyes shot open, wide with confusion, staring blankly at her.
With a swift motion, she leaned in closer. Windsor let out a blood–curdling scream.
Odalys was inside his mind now, piercing through the layers of his consciousness. The coldness inside him was suffocating, and she shuddered. feeling the icy presence clawing at her.
Suddenly, she saw a figure dart toward her. She reacted instantly, stepping aside to dodge the apparition. She spun behind it, grabbing it by the neck and pulling with all her strength—but it was only an illusion, a shadow, not solid at all.
After a few moments of struggle, she used the talisman to freeze the figure in place.
She withdrew from Windsor’s mind, stumbling backward, her expression grave. Windsor stood there, motionless. His face was pale, lifeless.”
e years ago–when he was in that life–and-
Odalys’s brow furrowed deeper. “Windsor’s dead. His mind is blank. His consciousness was wiped three y death crisis. Someone revived him, but the Windsor‘ we know is not really him anymore.”
Percival’s eyes widened. “So he’s alive, but he’s not really alive?”
“Exactly,” she replied coldly. “He’s neither dead nor alive. More like a puppet, with someone else pulling the strings. Windsor’s brain was emptied three years ago. He’s been living in a vacuum ever since. A living corpse, really,”
She paused, her voice turning colder. “That’s when Quinton took control of him, using him like a vessel Quinton’s still manipulating Windsor–just like he’s using those paper dolls.”
“Percival thought for a moment, his mind racing. “So Quinton’s been using Windsor for years and now he’s back. It’s strange, though. How could a high–ranking member of the Simpson family know this kind of dark magic!
Odalys’s lips curled in a bitter smile. “That’s what’s so interesting Quinton’s been hiding in the shadows, using others to do his bidding. It’s only now, with Windsor, that he’s started to make lids move”
She leaned back, a thought striking her. “Windsor tried to summon Quinton tonight, sing the niual. But Quinton refused to respond. He doesn’t want to show himself just yet. That’s why Windsor’s cigarette went out. Quinton wasn’t interested”
“Can we use Windsor to draw Quinton our?” Percival asked, still purcing it all together.
Odalys shook her head, her voice tinged with caution. “No. It’s too risky. If we tip our hand now, we’ll only alert him. And there’s still the r the villa’s murder case we can’t afford to stir up more trouble just yet.”
She sighed, her thoughts clearly tangled. “There’s a lot we still don’t know. But one thing’s for sure–this game is far from over
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