Modern World Warlock

As Vesnia kept talking about her memories, she seemed to struggle to remember all of the details.

When the news of Beatrice and her party reached the Shadow-Blade Assassins, Valeria started coming up with a plan to look for them. However, their plans were never put into motion, as their hideout was suddenly attacked.

Vesnia tried her hardest to remember the assailants, but whenever her memory was about to show the culprit, their face and body looked hazy, as if her mind was deleting that information.

"Nghh…" Vesnia grunted in pain, holding her head and stumbling back.

Even when the woman was an undead under the control of Netherius, she was still aware that her memories had been tampered with. Still, there was nothing she could do about it, as any thoughts about rebelling against the necromancer were instantly overwritten with fake memories of her and Netherius.

"Vesnia. Why did you become a Death Knight?" Megan asked with a severe tone.

After Megan and her group fought Radeon, they realized that the Death Knights had joined Netherius out of their own volition, or at least that's how it seemed to them.

Megan knew that a Death Knight had to accept the necromancer's contract before death in order to become one, and she wanted to know the reason for Vesnia to do so.

"I… I joined because-..." Vesnia replied, getting another headache as fake memories formed in her mind.

In these memories, she saw the back of a monster, but she couldn't detail its appearance.

The corpses of the Shadow-Blade Assassins were scattered around the monster, and as Vesnia kneeled down and cried in despair, she felt a hand gently grabbing her shoulder.

When the woman looked to her side, she saw Netherius beside her as if the man was trying to comfort her pain.

"Arrrghh!" Vesnia exclaimed, clenching her head with force and shaking it violently to the sides.

"I know this is not real!" She continued, kicking the small table where her helmet had been placed and breaking it in two.

Megan kept watching Vesnia panting and angrily walking around the room. She couldn't do anything since she was chained to the wall, but she did start to wonder why the woman had captured her and Lindsey instead of outright killing them.

'Is she trying to ask for help…?' Megan pondered.

At that moment, Lindsey began to regain her consciousness, slowly opening her eyes and finding herself in the same predicament as Megan.

"Wh-what's happening?" Lindsey asked while still in a daze, looking up at her chained wrists against the wall and then forward at Vesnia.

*Tch!* "Another Death Knight!? Why did you capture us, weirdo? Do you wanna see us suffer before killing us!?" Lindsey continued, getting more agitated by the second.

"She is not listening, Lindsey," Megan commented, prompting the blonde woman to inquire more about their situation.

"I don't know what's happening either. I'm quietly observing, for now…" Megan replied, but Lindsey couldn't handle being bound to a wall, making her use her elemental magic to control the earth and create a small spike behind her, breaking the chains.

Right as the binding between the cuffs came off, Lindsey quickly did the same for Megan and freed her arms.

When Lindsey turned around and prepared herself to attack Vesnia, Megan shouted at her to stop with a commanding tone, echoing inside the room and leaving it wholly silent afterward.

Vesnia noticed that the two women had broken free, but her mind was racing with too many fake and real memories for her to focus on her opponents.

"What's wrong with her…?" Lindsey asked, seeing that Vesnia was ignoring them.

"I'm not sure, but I wanna see where this leads," Megan replied, taking a few steps forward and approaching Vesnia.

The Death Knight grabbed her sword and pointed the tip at Megan, who kept slowly walking towards her without fear, stopping right as the blade made contact with her chest.

Gently grazing the blade with her fingers, Megan pushed it aside without much resistance from Vesnia and took another step forward until she was right up on the undead's face.

Vesnia was confused, and she didn't understand why she allowed Megan to walk up to her. As an assassin, that was a mistake she couldn't commit.

Even so, Megan's familiar face seemed to have an effect on the undead's memories, and as the brunette quietly raised her arm and placed her palm on Vesnia's forehead, the true remembrances of her past flooded her mind.

The monster standing before the corpses of all her friends and family became clearer, and she recognized it as one of Netherius' abominations.

When she turned to the side where the necromancer was supposedly comforting her, the scene switched to Netherius holding Valeria's limp body by the neck after ending her life.

At that moment, Vesnia fell into a deep state of shock, and while she couldn't remember everything that happened after, she could see Netherius' wicked expression as he approached her with a contract.

"Become my Death Knight, and your sister shall rest in peace…" the necromancer whispered in her ears.

As Megan kept her palm on Vesnia's forehead, the woman gritted her teeth and opened her eyes again, making eye contact, gently grabbing the brunette's arm and separating it from her face.

"B-Beatrice…?" Vesnia asked with an awkward tone, still holding onto Megan's arm.

"Sorry, but I'm not Beatrice," Megan replied. Her face was serious, but her tone was empathetic.

Megan was aware of the physical similarities that she shared with Beatrice. Even if she had never met the woman, she had seen her spirit whenever Dante used the powers she left him.

"I know… But your hand…" Vesnia muttered.

"It's warm… just like hers," she continued.

'Who…?' Lindsey thought to herself, utterly confused at the exchange that was happening in front of her.

"It was that bastard… Netheriu- Arrrghh!" Vesnia spoke up, only for her throbbing headache to return, letting go of Megan's hand to clench her temples.

'Any thought that goes against the necromancer makes her suffer…' Megan thought, pondering about her options as she wanted to help the undead woman.