Wizard Lord of Weste Chapter 209: Meeting with Lady Death

Chapter 209: eting with Lady Death

Chapter 209: eting with Lady Death

Dreadfort Castle, Bolton Lands

POV of Doric Bolton

Doric, at the end of his thoughtful walk, arrived in the Godswood. As he had done many tis before, he sat down beneath the oldest Heart Tree.

This tree was the only one in the Dreadfort older than Doric. Doric had planted and nurtured the other Weirwood Trees and Heart Trees himself, but this Heart Tree was an ancient tree inherited from the First n.

In his spare ti, Doric often ca here to ditate and try to make his Deathly Hallows tattoo absorb magic more quickly.

Although the voice in his head during his fight with the White Walker had not told him what to do after arriving in the Godswood, Doric could more or less guess what he should do.

So Doric channeled his magic into the Deathly Hallows tattoo on his right hand, just as he did when his tattoo absorbed enough magic to travel to the Endless Void to claim his rewards.

But this ti, his Deathly Hallows tattoo turned white, instead of its standard black-red color or the gold it turned into when it absorbed enough magic.

And while Doric, who normally only traveled to the Infinite Void with his consciousness, disappeared entirely from the Godswood this ti.

There was no sound, no magical activity. Only after his disappearance, a slight breeze blew, and a few red leaves from the Heart Tree he had previously been sitting under detached from its branches and fell to where Doric was seated. It was as if Doric had never been there.

At that mont, Doric opened his eyes to a completely different place. He had been sitting a mont before, but now he was standing. The place he was in was completely white.

But it wasn’t a white place like the Endless Void. It was more like a Grand Hall.

High ceiling, large, towering marble columns, a vast expanse, and decorative marble statues, but everything was white.

Frankly, Doric thought it resembled the place where he had arrived and spoken with Dumbledore after Voldemort had struck him with the killing curse during the Battle of Hogwarts.

"You’re right about your guess. We’re essentially in the sa place where you t with Dumbledore. This place is actually known as Purgatory. It’s the only place where the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead intersect."

When Doric heard the voice, he reflexively turned back toward the source of the sound and realized he hadn’t been alone here all this ti.

Now, standing before him, seated on a throne atop a dais, was a woman. And she was the owner of the soft, ethereal voice that had spoken to him earlier, the sa voice that had spoken with him during his fight with the White Walker.

The woman in front of Doric had black hair and black eyes and wore a black dress. She also wore a black cloak that reached the feet of the black throne she sat on.

But this black was unlike any Doric had ever seen. It was so dark that Doric felt as if he would get lost in it if he stared at it for too long.

However, despite the deep blackness of her hair and eyes, the woman’s skin was quite white. But instead of normal skin, it was as if her skin were made of marble.

Doric wanted to describe her as beautiful, but the only word he could think of for the woman on the throne was ethereal.

"Hi, Harry... Or would you prefer Doric?" she said.

"It doesn’t matter. You’re Death, I assu."

"Throughout history, I’ve been called many nas. However, the na I’m most known by is Death. You can call

that too, but personally, I prefer Lady Death."

"Okay... Lady Death. You asked

to co here, and I am. Now what..." Before Doric could finish speaking, Lady Death interrupted him.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Harry, but there are so naughty children outside my door and they want to co in. And in a very rude way. Will you excuse

for a mont? Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of ti to talk later." Lady Death said.

"...Of course." That was all Doric could say.

At that mont, Lady Death raised her right hand toward Doric, and with that movent, a piece of the cloak hanging from Lady Death’s throne broke free and flew toward Doric.

As the cloak piece reached Doric, it grew larger, then fell on Doric, completely enveloping him.

Doric was naturally startled by Lady Death’s movent and the approach of the cloak, but his body was frozen, unable to move.

But after the cloak fell on him, Doric felt a familiar sensation. Despite being entirely covered by the cloak, he could still see clearly through it.

’The Invisibility Cloak,’ Doric thought.

Then, with another wave of Lady Death’s hand, Doric soared toward the dais where the throne stood, continuing his advance until he reached it. When his feet touched the ground again, he was now standing to the right of Lady Death’s throne, looking down at where he had been standing a mont before.

"Just wait and watch the show, Harry." Lady Death said with a smile while looking at him.

It was as if Doric didn’t have an invisibility cloak on. However, it would be truly comical if Lady Death succumbed to the power of a piece of her own cloak.

The Tale of the Three Brothers now seed like a complete fabrication to Doric.

The smile Lady Death gave Doric grew wider, as if she had read Doric’s thoughts.

Then she turned her head and looked back at the hall where Doric had been standing a mont ago, but which now stood empty.

But in the next mont, so people suddenly appeared in the empty hall where Doric had just stood.

There were quite a few of them. At first glance, Doric saw that there were more than twenty of them. But the strange thing was that each one looked weird. Given their current appearance, Doric could hardly call them human.

Among them was one completely soaked, with hair covering its face and its beard replaced by octopus tentacles, and another with a horse’s head.

Doric suddenly couldn’t understand what was happening.

’Who were these... beings?’ he thought. But it was Lady Death’s following words that truly stunned him.

"Young gods. I want to say welco, but frankly, I’m not entirely pleased with the way you knocked on my door. So don’t expect any hospitality. You can stand there until you’re done."

’Young gods? Gods? These beings?’ Doric was stunned and was beginning to wonder what the end of his eting with Lady Death would be like if this was the beginning.

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