I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 62: Chapter 61: Neshy, The Dragon's Serpent

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"Neshy," Naela said. Neshy placed a finger to her chin. "Neshy? Why Neshy?" The snake girl looked towards Elanore for confirmation. "She wants to honor her friend. Do you like it?" "Neshy, Neshy, Neshy," the serpent said, teasing the words on her tongue. A smile graced her face, and she bounced up and down repeating the name over and over again. Elanore looked towards Naela with a grin. "It looks like she enjoys her new name." Naela smiled widely. "I am so happy, mistress." The snake did something surprising. Instead of clinging to Elanore, she slithered over to Naela and leapt onto the wyvern's shoulders. The basilisk placed her small hands on both of Naela's cheeks and squished them. "If you're traveling with my mother, does this make you mother number two?" Naela chuckled. "My name is Naela." "Naela? Hmm, I like it. You smell good as well." Elanore was extremely curious about Neshy's sensory capabilities. Though, she did have a lot of questions to ask of an over 800 year old snake. Moreover, they'd reached a door sitting in the middle of an open area. The vampire witch's eyes widened on seeing it. "I-I know this door." "Mistress?" "Of course, you know the door, mother. You left me here to guard it after all." Elanore's eyes flickered towards the snake with confusion. She wondered if it was perhaps a misunderstanding. As far as Ella knew, this door wasn't anything she'd seen personally. It was a door she'd examined behind a screen. It was something that would connect two places together. In the game, there were many cases of dungeons like this. Which door was it? She tried wracking her brain for any possibility. No matter if she'd observed the door before, there was still a problem of realizing which one it was. If one plays a video game, do they remember every door they come across? No, and this door was the same. Elanore took a deep breath and walked over to the door's frame. Along the way, she took occasional glances back at Neshy to see if she could glean anything from her expression. There was nothing. The only thing that remained on her face was a sort of childlike innocence that came with youth. The vampire witch pressed her finger's against the door's frame. It was the same appearance as the dunes below. It was a brown dusty color, yet there were words running on the sides. Much like the tablet, they were not any characters Ella had seen before, yet they were readable. "Only in desolation can the vermin survive. Withdraw to the edge of the world, away from the frailty of men." The moment she said the words, the glyphs decorating the structure started to light up with a purple light. The hue spread to the door itself, and it started opening with a purple light tunnel inside. "Mommy Elanore," Neshy said, "does this mean my task is completed?" Elanore looked between the new light hallway and Neshy in confusion. "Your task was to guard this place, right? Shouldn't you attack us for trying to open the door?" "I would never attack my own mother." The vampire breathed a sigh, and she tried to imagine how long the serpent had been waiting in that tunnel. What if Neshy's purpose the whole time was simply to wait for challengers to come to this door? The thought suddenly made Elanore feel pity for Neshy. "I'm sorry," Elanore said, "I may not be this mother that you want, but you won't have to wait here any longer. It's okay if we go inside, right?" Neshy nodded with a new bright smile. "Yes!" Elanore looked towards Naela and received a nod in response. "Let's go in together, then." The vampire felt a tingle running up and down her spine. For some reason she couldn't pinpoint, she was nervous to look beyond the door. Afraid that she might find something that unravels a part of her character. After all, it would have been abnormal for her to not exist at all until this point. It was strange for her to change worlds and arrive in a place that already had a long history. Somewhere that was familiar to the game yet different in man