—My niece is right, my other niece.
Cyril said.
Olive picked up the ointment that had fallen to the floor and examined it.
—This is terrible.
It was the first time Violet saw Olive show such aversion.
"What is it, Olive?"
—If applied, it makes a person's skin horribly ugly and wrinkled for three or four years.
It is a method used by cults that worship evil gods to control prisoners.
If you make a person's face look like a beast, they won't even think about escaping.
—Did you really try to use something so horrible on the girl?
Cyril, unable to contain himself, grabbed Marigold by the neck.
—Dude, don't hit her!
—Are you going to give me a lecture?
—No, I'm going to hit her.
Before Marigold could say anything, Violet slapped Marigold.
—Ugh!
-Well done.
Now, let's finish removing the curse.
-Place.
Violet replied.
Marigold looked at her with a venomous look, desperately trying to say something.
—Marigold, your expression says I've gone crazy.
But isn't it strange that I haven't gone crazy?
You are my sister, although only half by blood.
Violet looked at Marigold coldly.
—Curse formations are usually engraved on the same part of the body.
Cyril said.
—Then, first we have to expose the curse formations engraved on both bodies.
Olive firmly closed the lid of the ointment and threw it on the floor.
And without mercy, he tore Marigold's clothes in the stomach area.
—…
All Marigold could do was swallow.
—What do I do?
—The curse formation on your body will disappear on its own after we remove the one on Marigold's body.
This is the formation of the curse that is the main one.
The one on your body is just an appendage.
Cyril slowly moved his hands without directly touching Marigold's body.
Then, the curse formation appeared above his stomach.
—The tool.
Cyril said.
Olive took a small bag out of her pocket and gave it to Cyril.
Cyril took out something that looked like a sharp tweezer.
It was an object with elaborate embroidery on the handle.
—Ugh, ugh!
Tears fell from Marigold's eyes.
The curse formation that had appeared on Marigold's body was similar to Violet's, but its color was dark.
Cyril took the line that formed the curse with his tweezers.
Every time he moved the tweezers, the shape of the curse changed and became distorted.
He moved very carefully.
—What is in my stomach, and what is now in Marigold's stomach...
What is this formation?
—A formation, as its name indicates, is a formation.
It is created using mana.
When several formations come together and exert an effect on a particular space, it becomes a barrier.
Cyril said indifferently.
The curse formation was in the shape of a round circle with countless lines engraved inside it.
When he pulled out some of the lines, the shape of the formation that appeared on Marigold's stomach changed.
The color of the formation has changed.
It's strange, it's beautiful...
To describe it, Cyril's work was like that of an artist.
An artist who operated an oil painting.
Because what he repaired was the world of lines and patterns.
It's incredible.
It's fascinating.
Violet felt for a moment the feeling of awe at that work.
Meanwhile, the formation became blurry.
Violet frowned.
I just saw something that looked like a text...
—It is now completely finished.
Cyril said.
Only five minutes had passed.
Marigold cried silently.
Nobody pitied her.
Then.
Violet felt a warm energy that enveloped her completely.
What is this feeling?
Violet subconsciously summoned her mana circle.
The circle of mana expanded in an instant.
Unlike before, he felt a fulfillment due to the immense mana.
Did it double suddenly?
The first circle was white, the second was blue.
They were both beautiful.
—Was Marigold stealing so much mana from me?
—And yet, Marigold's natural talent was so poor that she could not materialize a single spirit.
Despite having stolen so much mana from him.
Cyril clicked his tongue.
—Why was she a spiritualist...?
Violet muttered to herself.
—Probably because a spirit was the only thing that could be achieved.
The rest requires a complicated process to use mana.
Olive responded.
Then.
—The woman who cries…
'The Weeping Woman' was the nickname Violet had given the Silphir spirit in her mind.
Silphir's body was enveloped in a blue whirlwind and slowly grew larger.
-How pretty...
Violet murmured.
Of course, although she was a woman, her facial features were not clearly visible.
Her body was like that of a wave, and she seemed to be wearing a transparent dress.
But the blue light was constantly flowing, making it simply beautiful.
Violet felt the Silphir wind caressing her cheek.
Silphir was finally smiling.
Silphir wrapped Violet's body.
A warm feeling of connection, togetherness, and a pleasant freshness enveloped her completely.
Violet Averdeen was a genius and, at the same time, a spiritualist.
I...
really had a special talent.
I was right, and they were wrong.
Violet was not an insignificant being.
He was a being with infinite potential, more than anyone.
—My niece is amazing.
Is this called genius?
He's the first real spiritualist I've seen in years.
Cyril clicked his tongue.
—There was a reason why Silphir cried.
Spirits come down to Earth very rarely, in search of the manna of the spiritualist they like.
He wanted to come to me, drawn by my mana, but he was sad because he was dragged towards Marigold.
My mana was flowing towards Marigold.
Violet said, petting Silphir.
Strangely, I could feel it.
As if she had met someone with whom she had been closely linked for a long time.
—Silphir is mine, give it back to me.
I'm the special one, I tell you to give it back to me...
Marigold murmured like a ghost.
Olive's paralysis seemed to have lifted.
—Move.
At least you can move your head now.
Hearing that, Marigold could barely raise her head and glared at Violet.
It's now.
Time to say a few words to Marigold.
The moment to create an unforgettable memory.
—Uncle Cyril, I want to talk to Marigold alone.
—If she dares to challenge you, hit her.
Cyril said briefly.
And he left in silence.
Olive followed him.
Violet dragged Silphir towards Marigold.
—Silphir, do you hate her?
Silphir slowly grabbed Marigold's neck and lifted her up.
Marigold had to look into Violet's eyes with her own wide open, as if her entire body was tied.
—Marigold, is the 'specialty' you think you have money and fame?
In reality, the true eldest daughter of the family and the heir is me, the descendant of a noble family is me, and the spiritualist is also me.
So…
—…
—The one who is infinitely special is not you, Marigold, it is me.
Silphir did not cover Marigold's mouth.
So Marigold, with fire in her eyes, said:
—You, a trash like you, won't be able to do anything in your entire life!
Do you think mom and dad will leave you alone?
-Trash?
Violet whispered something to Silphir.
Silphir slowly lowered Marigold and forced her to her knees.
—I'm not trash, I'm your older sister.
But it doesn't matter.
Everything you have worked hard to achieve in your life means nothing to me.
Violet looked at her pitifully and said calmly:
—So live the rest of your life coveting what belongs to others.
I will feel no compassion for your pathetic and desperate appearance.
Since I have completely tired of you.
—You, you!
—Shut up and listen carefully.
First, you won't be the Winter Queen tonight.
I have discovered that only a young woman with a pure and kind heart can be.
And a woman who lusts after a married man does not meet that requirement.
—That's not true, I...!
—I'm not done yet.
We will cut all ties.
You are no longer my family, nor my little sister.
—…
—You are a stranger to me.
Someone I would pass by if I saw her dying in the street without compassion.
You are the garbage thrown in the street, the rat in the sewer, or something worse.
Violet said word by word.
—So, I will not interfere in any of the misfortunes that befall you in the future.
You understand?
…To be continued