Back to reality, Es’s voice carried an intensity that held Helga’s full attention. "You see, my ring connects to the beyond, allowing us to hide these ornants whenever we choose. But there’s a catch: when we’re possessed by a divine beast, these ornants can’t be removed. They beco part of us—like organs. Even if we cut them off, they remain, surfacing only when we die, and they reappear when they find a new owner."
Helga felt the weight of Es’s words, a chill creeping up her spine. "And what happens if you encounter one of these beasts?"
Es’s expression darkened. "I’ve searched through every family known to possess divine beasts. In that process, I encountered one that attacked —the white python. Or was it a cobra? I don’t quite rember." She opened her laptop and turned it toward Helga.
What Helga saw sent shockwaves through her. On the screen was a pendant, emblazoned with a strange symbol, accompanied by a detailed description. "You see it, right?" Es urged, her eyes gleaming with urgency.
Helga’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. "But... it doesn’t shine. It doesn’t look like any beast resides in it."
Es stood, her energy shifting as she paced the room. "Yes, but look closer. This belonged to a once-powerful family, a lineage now nearly vanished. They’ve almost gone bankrupt—disappeared, really. This pendant, like everything else in their house, has been auctioned off. It’s supposed to symbolize their divine beast, but clearly, it holds no power anymore. The divine beast is dead inside."
Helga swallowed hard, processing the implications. "So, if there’s no divine beast, what does that an?"
Es paused, her gaze steady and serious. "There are two possibilities: either the divine beast is completely dead, or it never existed in the first place. Or..." She hesitated, "this pendant could be a fake."
The air thickened with tension as Helga contemplated Es’s words. "If it’s fake, then what’s the point? Who would go to such lengths to create sothing so convincing?"
"Even if this pendant is fake," Helga continued, her brows furrowed in thought, "if the truth is that the Divine Beast is dead, then who attacked you?"
Es’s expression grew contemplative. " That’s the crucial part of this puzzle. If a Divine Beast is dead, how could it possibly attack , there shouldn’t be any manifestation of its power. But if it’s not dead, then how could it escape from its sealed ornant?"
Helga leaned closer, urgency lacing her voice. "And if the beast behind this pendant has been realsed then it has no reason to follow its owner, then we’re left with more questions than answers. The pendant doesn’t connect to a living Divine Beast, yet you experienced an attack. That’s a significant gap in logic."
Es nodded, her fingers tapping on the laptop as she reviewed her notes. "I searched extensively. All the family mbers associated with this pendant are dead. It’s like they vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but this relic behind. But if that’s the case, who or what attacked ?"
"Could it be a remnant of the beast’s power?" Helga suggested, her mind racing. "Perhaps sothing residual lingered, enough to manifest an attack but not enough to be considered alive."
Es shook her head. "Residual power should have dissipated over ti. It’s not typical for a beast’s essence to linger after death. We’re dealing with sothing more mysterious here."
"Then we need to investigate further," Helga insisted. "We have to dig into the history of this family and the Divine Beast they once possessed. There may be clues about what really happened, whether it’s in their records, journals, or even the location of their forr ho."
Es rubbed her forehead, exhaustion evident in her eyes. "But there’s a problem," she said, her voice low.
Helga leaned in, sensing the weight of Es’s words. "What is it?"
"I searched through the entire family record—everything, both on paper and off," Es continued, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone. "And I found that there hasn’t been a r born into this family for three generations. So how could a r possibly possess this beast?"
Helga’s expression shifted to one of concern. "That complicates things significantly. If there’s no lineage of r, then who or what sealed the Divine Beast within that pendant? It doesn’t make sense."
Es nodded, her brows furrowing deeper. "Exactly. It raises more questions than it answers. The absence of a r in the family’s bloodline so how could the one possed the beats be a r"
Hearing Es’s conviction, Helga furrowed her brow in thought. "Do you really see that person was truly a r?" she asked, curiosity tinged with skepticism.
Es t her gaze, a mixture of certainty and frustration in her expression. "Of course! How could I confuse a r with just a woman? ."
Helga nodded slowly, contemplating Es’s words. "But what’s strange is that when I searched for this family, I found they were bankrupt. They’re just scraping by, even if one or two daughters survived. But the person I encountered—he was loaded with luxury. Everything about him, from his watch to his clothes, scread wealth."
Es leaned in, her interest piqued. "That raises serious questions. If the family was struggling, how could he afford such extravagant things? It’s as if he’s living a lie, masking the truth of his family’s decline with this facade of opulence."
Helga’s eyes narrowed, considering the implications. "Could it be that he’s using so kind of hidden wealth? Or maybe he’s exploiting remnants of whatever power this family once had?"
Es rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of the contradictions swirling in her mind. "No, Helga, if they had hidden wealth, they wouldn’t be scraping by just to survive. It doesn’t add up. After everything that happened, I still rember snippets of what I overheard. He asked the Valhale family for sothing specific—not money, not resources—just a part of land, and it was only one acre. Nothing more."
Helga’s brow furrowed in confusion. "One acre? That hardly seems like enough to sustain any kind of lifestyle, let alone one filled with luxuries. What could possibly be significant about it?"
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