[Fanfiction on The Devil's Law] (20) Xueyuan Sacred Heart

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"Ah, Dewey, you always seem so busy. What brings you here today?"
Before Dewey even knocked, Nicole's slightly languid voice came from inside the room.
"I can't find her."
Nicole's room was as dark as ever, all the curtains drawn tightly. Perhaps she was more used
to this environment. Although it wasn't his first time in, Dewey habitually scanned the room before
speaking to Nicole.
"She's gone, of course you can't find her."
Nicole closed her eyes, her smooth, dazzling blonde hair draped over her shoulders, as if in meditation. Her exquisitely beautiful
face remained breathtaking.
"Gone? Where did she go?"
Dewey asked again, his eyes flickering slightly, drawing out the word.
"Go to where she belongs. Maybe she'll come back in a few days, or... maybe she won't
."
"She's gone, aren't you sad?"
"Maybe... a little, but anyway, some memorable moments are enough for me.
What about you?"
"Hmph."
Dewey snorted and turned to leave.
"You're starting to become more interesting, Dewey."
Nicole smiled faintly.
The Duke's mansion was bustling with activity. All the servants were hurriedly moving and packing things,
preparing for the trip to the Northwest.
"Young Master, this is the list of things that have been packed. Do you think we need to bring anything else?"
Ruolin was busy directing her subordinates. Seeing Dewey come out, she immediately went to greet him. The once wild and unruly
female knight now seemed like Dewey's butler, managing everything for him meticulously.
"I'm going out for a bit,"
Dewey said coldly, walking right past her.
"Where are you going, Young Master? I'll prepare a carriage for you,"
Ruolin hurriedly chased after him.
"No need, I can go by myself. Continue with your work."
"Yes, young master."
Ruolin's steps slowly came to a halt. Holding the thick list, she watched Dewey's departing figure with a touch of melancholy.
The
National Supervisory Office was located in the south of the city. In the imperial capital, amidst a forest of tall buildings, the Supervisory Office itself consisted of
a large cluster of low, three- or four-story buildings. After the coup, the Supervisory Office imprisoned many powerful nobles and ministers who participated in the coup
, as well as many who, although not involved in the coup at the time, were later identified as belonging to the First Prince's
faction. These were also invited here for "tea" by the Supervisory Office staff. This added a touch of
life to the originally gloomy Supervisory Office. The soldiers standing guard at the entrance were members of the Imperial Guard, drawn from the surrounding areas of the capital, each with a murderous
look on their faces.
The inner prison, viewed from afar, resembled a miniature castle built of massive stones, only about three stories
high. The gray, colossal stones exuded an air of imposing solidity. Stepping inside
, a chill immediately enveloped one; the heavy, hard stones completely blocked the sunlight's warmth
. The castle's interior was filled with an eerie atmosphere, the oil lamps on either side adding to the coldness.
Dewey's boots pounded on the cold stone. A massive iron gate stood before him, several fully armed
warriors in armor wielding axes and spears stood nearby, archers patrolled a watchtower, and a troop of
fully armed soldiers stood not far away.
The iron gate slowly rose, leading up two flights of steps and into a corridor to the left.
The corridors of this old castle were also made entirely of thick, cold stone, but the doors to each room were sturdy
, completely sealed iron gates, each with only a small opening for a few meals to be passed through each day.
Earl Raymond's cell was at the very back of this floor.
After the guide opened the iron gate, Dewey saw his father sitting comfortably at his
desk, reading. He held a thick volume of *A General History of the Continent* in one hand. His focused reading was
genuine; it didn't seem feigned. Even when Dewey entered
, the former earl merely looked up, his expression slightly relaxed, and casually greeted him
. His tone and demeanor were almost 　　identical to
when Dewey had entered his study in the earl's mansion . 　　Dewey wasn't in a hurry to speak, and Earl Raymond seemed equally unhurried. He calmly 　　finished flipping through the last few pages of the second volume of *The Complete Guide to the Continent* before letting out a long breath. 　　"I thought you wouldn't come for a few more days." 　　Stretching, he slowly stood up, loosened his limbs, and turned to look at Dewey, 　　smiling calmly. 　　"Were you looking forward to my arrival?" 　　Dewey's expression was somewhat indifferent. 　　"No, it's just that I knew you would come. Now, how should I address you? Should I call you Duke like everyone else 　　?" 　　Earl Raymond looked at Dewey, his eyes gleaming. 　　"Of course. Do we still have any special relationship?" 　　Dewey said indifferently. 　　"Alright, Your Grace. You came to see me not just to see this loser in his desperate state, 　　did you?" 　　Earl Raymond's face showed a hint of mockery, and he paused before continuing. 　　"I have no interest in what you are like. I only want to ask you two questions." 　　Dewey's expression remained utterly cold, without even a word of politeness, and he spoke directly. 　　"You're a bit different today than before. You used to always pretend to be confused and say things you didn't mean, 　　but you actually knew everything and treated everyone else like fools. But now, you actually have questions for me 　　, a complete loser. Has the sun really risen in the west?" 　　Count Raymond chuckled, as if he found it unbelievable.

"Because only you can answer these two questions,"
Dewey sighed helplessly.
"Alright, ask whatever you want. I'm afraid I don't have much time left to talk to you."
Earl Raymond pondered for a moment before looking up at his son, his gaze complex.
"First question, what did you see that day?"
Dewey asked directly.
"Darkness...light, I guess. I can't quite explain it. It sounds contradictory, but that's the feeling. When
I woke up, I was already here." Earl Raymond tried
to recall with some difficulty. Although it had only been a short time, Earl Raymond seemed to have some trouble
remembering it clearly.
"Did he do it himself?"
"Yes...no...I really can't remember. The hidden power of the royal family far exceeded my expectations
. I didn't even figure out what it was before I lost consciousness. I think you should know the secrets better than I do
. Maybe I was wrong from the beginning. Perhaps there really are incomparable 'gods' in this world
."
Earl Raymond said with a hint of self-deprecation. Dewey knew he must have seen some terrifying scene beyond reason, but
he didn't seem willing to recall it completely.
"I understand. Then...the second question, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Dewey didn't press him. After a moment of silence, he asked.
"Isn't it better to ask yourself that question?"
Earl Raymond seemed taken aback for a moment, then grinned as if he found it laughable.
"There are some things I...want to verify. If you can tell me what I am like in your eyes,
I would be very grateful."
Dewey's expression was unusually serious as he stared intently at Earl Raymond, completely devoid of his usual insincere
manner.
"This is the first time you've spoken to me like this, yet now you've severed ties with me. Did it have
to come to this before you revealed your true self? Or... was it just that I overestimated you
?"
Count Raymond said calmly, not looking directly at him.
"You think I've never truly considered you a father, have you? That kind of blood-related affection, you've
never felt it from me, have you?"
Dewey didn't seem to care about Count Raymond's veiled sarcasm, speaking calmly as if discussing
something completely unrelated to himself.
"Haven't you always disliked me? What's the point of saying this now?"
Count Raymond sat back on the edge of the bed, casually picking up the third volume of *A General History of the Continent* and flipping
through it.
"You've had your doubts, haven't you?"
"Indeed, you're absolutely right. I've been puzzled and troubled by this. I thought it was because I
hadn't spent enough time with you that you felt distant from me. If that were the case, I thought that if I spent more time with
you, you would eventually develop feelings for me. But I seem to have been wrong. Your indifference seems innate. Although
on the surface you're obedient and submissive to me, your mother, and everyone else,
you've never spoken your true feelings to anyone. You don't trust anyone at all, not even your own parents
. I don't know what kind of trauma you've suffered that I don't know about, or if this is just your nature. That's how
I feel about you. Are you satisfied, Your Grace?"
Although his attention seemed entirely focused on the book in his hands, Earl Raymond still answered, his face lifeless
, revealing no emotional fluctuation.
"What if I were to say that I shouldn't have been your son? What do you think?"
As if pondering Earl Raymond's frankness, Dewey remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking.
"You're not my son, then who are you? Like those transmigrators in those second-rate novels? Coming from
another world, occupying the body that originally belonged to my son, stirring up trouble in our world in his name
?"
Count Raymond scoffed, glancing casually at Dewey before refocusing on his book.
"Perhaps that's it?"
Dewey laughed.
"Is that so? If that's all, I should be relieved." "
Your reaction is a little different from what I expected, Father."
"That's because you haven't experienced my pain and despair, my despair for the child I love. I've always
believed that as long as someone is human, they have feelings, they understand love and affection. But... Dewey, my son,
why, even now, do I not feel that presence in you?"
Count Raymond slammed his book shut, staring intently at Dewey,
a hint of unbearable confusion finally appearing on his previously calm face.
"Is this your true opinion of me, Father?"
Dewey murmured, head bowed, the curve of his lips widening.
"That's the feeling. Even when you're standing next to me, it's like we're in completely different
worlds. Your gaze always seems to look down on us. To you, are we not
equals at all? I love you, your mother loves you, many people love you, but... you've never loved anyone
."
Count Raymond said with a bitter smile, as if he were pouring out all the sorrow that had been weighing on his heart for years.
"Love, what is that? Can you tell me, Father? What does it feel like?"
Dewey slowly raised his head, smiling, but his eyes revealed utter coldness.
"Dewey, you..."
"You say you love me, yet you send people to kill me. Is this your love? Is this what love is
?"
"I love you, that's enough for me, because you are my son. I sent you to the Plains of Lorin,
hoping you could live a peaceful life there, not because I was afraid others would hurt you, but because I was afraid you would hurt others,
forcing me to make a difficult choice in the end. But... you still insisted on coming back."
"Just for that reason? Don't you think it's completely unfounded?"
"Basis? By the time there's some so-called basis, can many things still be salvaged? I have
things I want to protect, and the greatest threat comes from you, my son. I'm terrified of you, truly. Every time you smile and reveal
that look in your eyes, it terrifies me, as if the world I know will collapse at any moment. That's not
a human gaze. That thought always crosses my mind. Can you understand this feeling? I don't
know when it will happen, but one day you won't even need to pretend anymore. Before that, I must make a clean
break with you. But it seems I was too naive. By the time I finally made up my mind, it was already too late."
Earl Raymond laughed self-deprecatingly.
"You sent me to the Plains of Rolin, and then sent people to stop me from returning, just because you're afraid of me?"
Dewey laughed.
"Yes, I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid you'll destroy everything. You... shouldn't exist. You only
bring pain to everyone, because you... that's what you live for, isn't it?"
Earl Raymond's voice became somewhat loud, looking at Dewey's increasingly gleeful smile with a monstrous gaze.
"Hmph, hahaha, hahahahahahaha! It really is like that... Slaughter, destruction,
crushing, always bring me joy, but so-called love, I've never felt it. I don't want pain, so I can only make
others suffer, that's what I am. But even without me, what have you protected, Earl
? Family... or home?"
Dewey laughed maniacally, then his tone shifted, becoming strange.
"Without me, would your uprising with the First Prince have succeeded? Without me, would your beloved wife haven't
committed adultery with other men? Without me, would you really have a son?"
Before Earl Raymond could speak, he continued, his tone becoming increasingly sinister, carrying a malevolent undertone.
"What did you say?!"
Earl Raymond's expression changed drastically.
"There are many things you should be afraid of, and I certainly shouldn't be your biggest fear. I thought you would
care a lot about my mother, but she's been with other men for over a decade, and you didn't
know a thing. How pathetic! Should I say it's you, or her? And Gabriel, do you really think he's your son
?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"Count, do you think my mother is worried about you right now, begging me to rescue you
? She's very happy now, because without you, she can finally be with the person she loves
."
A prismatic crystal appeared in Dewey's palm, then flashed, projecting a light
screen onto the wall.
Count Raymond instinctively looked at the light screen and saw a clear image displayed on it.
The beautiful and serene Countess sat alone in her room, seemingly waiting for something, her face showing a mixture of anticipation and
unease. A moment later, the door was cautiously opened, and an old, fat, and ugly man
peeked in. He quickly closed the door behind him, then rushed over and
embraced the Countess intimately, eagerly sealing her lips with his. Their passionate tongues entwined, and the Countess, her
eyes languid and alluring, nestled in the old man's arms, responding fervently. Without a word, they tacitly
caressed each other, skillfully undressing one another. Soon, the Countess
and the old man were both naked, panting as they rolled onto the bed.
Count Raymond stared intently at the image on the screen, his lips moving but no words spoken, his face filled with astonishment.
"Enjoy your time, Your Excellency. Life in prison must be quite boring,"
Dewey chuckled, closing the iron door to Earl Raymond's cell.
...
"Jacob, what do you think of my Duke Tulip?"
In the grand, empty hall, a huge crystal ball floated in the center, clearly displaying Dewey
's figure. The man casually seated on the throne stroked his chin and chuckled.
"Since he passed His Majesty's trial, he must be the most suitable,"
the aged mage stood below, expressionless as he gazed at the crystal ball, and immediately replied respectfully.
"You don't seem very happy, Jacob. Is it because of your most outstanding disciple?"
"He failed the trial; he can only blame his own lack of ability,"
Yagodog said, bowing his head, neither admitting nor denying.
"Chairman, why be so reserved? Aren't you used to how I am now? You've always been
someone I trust. I understand how you feel right now. After all, we're all human, with flesh and blood, with feelings and righteousness. No matter
what other reasons there are, the loss of a loved one naturally brings sadness. Without these, there
's no meaning to being a human being."
The man said gently, with great understanding.
"DuPont was a good boy..."
Yagodog sighed, tears welling in his eyes.
"No one dies in vain. All sacrifices are for protecting our world, from those...
false gods..."
The man's face suddenly darkened, his eyes flashing with undisguised hatred. A tangible divine power
emanated from him, and in an instant, Yagodog felt as if he had become a withered branch in a storm
, struggling to breathe.
"I'm sorry, Yage, I... I lost my composure."
Fortunately, the terrifying pressure was fleeting, and the man quickly replaced it with a gentle smile,
saying apologetically.
But the next moment, his expression froze, one hand slowly pressed to his chest, his mouth wide open as he breathed, his face
instantly turning deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty!"
Yagedog was shocked and rushed to support him.
"Cough cough... I'm fine. It seems I haven't fully adapted to this body yet. Even a little exertion
caused such a strong rejection reaction. Yage, how long will it take for my perfect body to be completed
?"
After taking a few deep breaths, the man's expression finally eased slightly. He waved his hand and smiled wryly.
"It will be soon, Your Majesty. However, those fellows from the Temple of Light seem to have noticed and have begun
a new descent ritual. Your Majesty, should we..."
Yagodog asked with some worry.
"Don't worry, Yagodog. Leave these troublesome matters to my Duke Tulip. His anger...
will pave the way for us to the new world."
The man smiled slowly, with unwavering confidence.
"I understand, Your Majesty."
Yagodog said no more.
"By the way, how is Louise now?"
Carefully moving his body, the man's face gradually regained its normal color. He slowly exhaled,
then suddenly remembered something.
"There's a report that Princess Louise and that green Gandoff have appeared in the Frozen Forest."
Yagodog reported respectfully.
"The Frozen Forest... He's taking Louise to the sacred mountain?"
"Judging from his direction, that seems to be the case."
"I understand. You may leave, Yagodog."
The man said calmly. Yagodog bowed and slowly disappeared from the hall.
"It was Louise... What did you see in the Crown of God, Chen..."
In the terrifyingly silent hall, the man muttered to himself, then fell into deep thought.
"What he saw was probably your demise."
His thoughts were interrupted by a cold, mocking laugh. A cold, beautiful silhouette was reflected in the man's eyes.
"No need to wait until then. Killing me now would be easy."
"You... are nothing but a ghost. All I want is the real Aragorn."
A chill spread throughout the palace, and soon all the walls and pillars were covered with a thin layer of ice crystals,
except for the man's throne.
"How many more 'Aragorn' must you kill before you're satisfied?"
"I'll never be satisfied...as long as you exist..."
...
"Ah...ha...so...so cold..."
Wearing a thick fur coat, a woolen hat, and snow boots, Louise, completely wrapped up,
still shivered from the harsh cold of the frozen forest. Endless snowflakes fell from the sky,
piling up on her body. Every breath she exhaled instantly turned into fine ice shards. The cold wind stung her face
, and with each step, her boots sank deep into the snow, making walking an extremely difficult task. Never before had she so desperately longed for the warm fireplace in her room and the somewhat 　　dull but comfortable court life
of that time . 　　"Waaah... Where did that old man go again?" 　　Louise finally couldn't help but stop and lean against a tree to rest. She bent over, panting heavily, her whole body weak and sore from exhaustion. She didn't want to walk another step. Walking in the snow 　　was still too hard 　　for a princess who had been pampered for so long . 　　"What is this? Bringing me to a place like this and then just abandoning me like that, that wretched old man!!" 　　She had dressed up carefully that day, eagerly anticipating the annual celebratory festival 　　, but before she could even step out of her room, she inexplicably lost consciousness. When she inexplicably woke up, 　　she was inexplicably transported to a place thousands of miles away. The green-hatted old man who brought her there looked impatient 　　, as if she had insisted on being brought there herself. Before she could even speak, he sealed 　　her mouth with magic, and then her body began to move involuntarily—setting up a tent, cooking, boiling water— 　　serving the green-hatted old man's daily needs like a servant. Although she had never done such rough work before, her body 　　didn't obey her commands at all, moving skillfully, repeating these actions like a puppet every day. The green-hatted 　　old man didn't explain anything, just leading her on a journey until they reached the Frozen Forest, where the magic on her 　　was lifted. 　　Having been silenced for several days, Louise was filled with pent-up resentment and bitterness. 　　Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of abuse on the cuckolded old man to vent her anger, he chuckled, grabbed her, and flew her away. 　　He darted back and forth through the dense forest, making her dizzy and nauseous, before casually tossing her to 　　the ground and disappearing without a trace. At first, Louise was a little scared, thinking she had been 　　abandoned. But soon, the cuckolded old man reappeared, his face full of disgust, as if Louise had really 　　done something to owe him money. He then grabbed her and flew her for a while longer, before abandoning her halfway, leaving 　　her with a mouthful of snow. This happened several times, as if he was deliberately toying with her, leaving Louise seething with hatred but 　　powerless to do anything about it. 　　"Aaaaah!! I can't take it anymore!! I want to go back!!" 　　Thinking of the inexplicable misery she'd endured these past few days, even the tree beside her seemed 　　like a despicable old man in a green hat to her eyes. Filled with grief and anger, Louise kicked the tree trunk hard. 　　With a whoosh, the snow piled on the branches cascaded down under the violent impact, 　　instantly turning Louise into a snowman. 　　"Waaah...why...why am I so unlucky!!" 　　Louise shook her head frantically, desperately trying to shake off the snow, but as soon as she took a step to the side, her foot slipped, 　　and she sank into a snowdrift, losing her balance and falling heavily forward, her face completely buried in the snow. 　　"Waaah...waaah...Chen...come find me, Louise...Louis is so 　　scared..." 　　The fall was painful, and Louise struggled to her feet, tears welling in her eyes, her 　　delicate face red from the cold. 　　Her hands braced against the ground. Suddenly, Louise felt something touch something, both hard and soft, its texture 　　unlike the rocks on the ground. Louise gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked closely. She suddenly noticed 　　the corner of a cashmere coat peeking out from under the snowdrift she had cleared. 　　She knelt down and used both hands to dig away the snow. In that instant, Louise felt herself…

Her blood seemed to freeze, and she instinctively backed away, covering her mouth which was agape in horror.
Protruding from the snow was a frozen corpse, remarkably
well-preserved by the low temperature, its features still faintly discernible.
"First time seeing a corpse? But they're everywhere here. Maybe if you walk a few more steps, you'll
dig up another one. The Frozen Forest is both an adventurer's paradise and their graveyard."
Just then, a gentle male voice suddenly rang in Louise's ear, startling her again.
She quickly looked behind her and saw a tall, thin man standing not far away. He was quite handsome, with
a small mustache, and a very well-proportioned and muscular build. He held a narrow sword and wore full silver
armor, but no helmet, making him look like a knight.
"Ah...yes..."
Louise stammered, still reeling from the shock.
"Did your companions abandon you? Ah, my apologies, no offense meant, but you don't look
like you could have made it this far alone."
The knight approached Louise. Although he was still wearing armor, he moved across the snow
with far more ease than Louise, leaving no footprints, as if he were floating in mid-air
.
"I... yes, I'm not alone. They're nearby and will join me soon,"
Louise said cautiously, shrinking back.
"Don't worry, miss, I mean you no harm. If you're worried about me, then farewell
. Have a safe journey,"
the knight said with a shake of his head and a light laugh. He glanced at Louise, gave a simple knightly salute, and continued
on his way.
"Oh, by the way, miss, have you seen an old magician nearby wearing a green hat and a green robe
?"
"Ah...no, no..."
As she passed Louise, the knight suddenly turned and asked. Louise felt a sudden unease and
stammered.
"Oh, I see...thank you too."
"Wait...wait a minute!"
"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"
Seeing the knight about to leave, Louise hurriedly called out to her. The knight seemed unperturbed and immediately
stopped.
"Um...do you know how to get out of here?"
Louise poked her fingers, looking down pitifully. She had
been carried through the frozen forest by the green-robed old man for who knows how long, and now she was completely disoriented.
"This is already deep within the Frozen Forest. Further ahead lies the Forgotten Ice Plains. You're not going
there, are you?"
"The Forgotten Ice Plains?"
"It's said to be a barrier set up by the Goddess of Light to defend against the northern barbarians. The entire ice plains are a
magic circle; crossing it won't be easy." "
So...we've arrived at a place like this..."
the knight explained, but Louise was completely bewildered. What disheartened her was that, despite feeling like only
a short time had passed, she had already been transported to the depths of the Frozen Forest. Getting back on her own seemed
impossible.
"Although I don't know how you got here, I can send you out," the knight said after a moment's hesitation, seeing the sorrow on Louise's face. 　　"Really?!" 　　Louise's clear, bright sapphire eyes sparkled
with excitement. She grabbed 　　the knight's armor straps and refused to let go. 　　"But I still have a mission. You can come with me, and after I find the person I'm looking for..." 　　"Is the one you're looking for a 　　repulsive old man wearing a green hat and a green robe, looking like a cabbage?" 　　"He is green... but repulsive-looking..." 　　"Yes! That's right! It's that wretched old man who kidnapped me here. He'll be 　　coming to find me soon. Just wait here, and when he appears, teach him a lesson!" 　　Although he had obtained useful information, the knight was somewhat amused and exasperated. The little girl in front of him looked 　　resentful and fierce, as if she wanted to teach that man a lesson. 　　"Who is the repulsive old man? Little girl, do you want to suffer more?" 　　Just then, an old and lazy voice came from above, a flash of emerald flame appeared, and 　　a green figure appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, coldly and unfriendly, looking at Louise and the knight. 　　"I didn't say anything..." 　　Louise shrank back, hiding behind the knight, only peeking out to cautiously observe 　　the situation ahead. 　　"Master Gandoff, I've finally found you." 　　The knight bowed, seemingly quite respectful to the old mage. 　　"Rodriguez, don't think I don't know why you've come to me, but I have no interest in getting involved in 　　your messy affairs in the Great Snow Mountain. Tell Lan Haiyue to find someone else." 　　The old mage impatiently interrupted the knight before he could continue. 　　"Even if you have the key, what's the point if you can't find the door?" 　　the knight said slowly, drawing his sword and holding it before his eyes as if admiring it. 　　It was an extremely narrow silver longsword, as thin as a cicada's wing, with a layer of fine ice crystals covering its blade, 　　forming strange concentric patterns, radiating a tangible chill, and reflecting a mesmerizing 　　silver brilliance in the sunlight, exquisitely beautiful. 　　"What business is it of mine? Get out of here and don't let me see you again," 　　the old magician said without any mercy, turning his head away and waving his hand as if shooing away flies. 　　"Master Gandoff, you brought such a young girl to a place like this, it can't be a spur-of-the-moment thing, can it?" 　　After being rejected so decisively, the knight didn't seem anxious and suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, Rodriguez, you're a knight, you wouldn't do something so despicable, would you?"
The old magician glanced at Louise, seemingly a little nervous.
"Master Gandalf, you're no ordinary person, and what I want isn't ordinary either. When there's no other way, I naturally
have to use some unusual methods. That secret may not be of much use to you, but
it's very important to us."
The knight said calmly.
"Wait! What are you talking about? What unusual methods? Um... could it be
... I've been taken hostage?"
Louise sensed something was wrong, suddenly understood, and jumped out from behind the knight,
her eyes wide with surprise.
"That depends on whether Master Gandalf thinks that way, Miss. You don't need to panic. You
should be very important to Master Gandalf. I don't think he would risk you."
The knight smiled, and although he didn't move, Louise clearly felt the temperature around her drop several degrees in an instant.
"Huh? What's important? This wretched old man has been tormenting me the whole way, he's a demon!
You think you can use me to threaten him? Forget it."
Louise sighed, shrugged helplessly, and slowly walked between the two.
"Is that so? But Master Gandoff probably doesn't think that way."
The knight glanced at the old magician's increasingly gloomy face and said confidently.
"Oh... I don't care what you think!!"
Louise made a face and suddenly ran deeper into the forest, her movements more agile than a snow hare.
The knight was stunned, seemingly not expecting such a move.
"Haha, what a clever little girl. Rodriguez, your swordsmanship is first-rate, but your kidnapping skills are not so
good."
The knight's figure flashed, as if he had disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he was already close to Louise's back,
grabbing at her neck, but suddenly a green figure blocked his way, raising a hand to release a
wall of emerald green fire.
"Master Gandoff, since you're so stubborn, I can only forgive my rudeness."
The knight cleanly cleaved the wall of fire with his sword, speaking coldly. His eyes turned a dazzling gold, and a fierce
, icy battle aura erupted from his body, forming a bottomless vortex of ice and snow.
"You think I'm afraid of you? When I became famous, you hadn't even been reincarnated yet, brat."
The old mage laughed loudly, casually releasing two more roaring fire dragons. A
deafening clash resounded behind them, the powerful shockwaves whipping up snowflakes, even the space itself trembled.
Louise was so frightened that her tongue lolled out. She didn't dare stop for a moment, scrambling and crawling forward as fast as she could, hoping to get
as far away from those two menacing figures as possible.
"Chen, please bless Louise so she can return safely."
Louise took off her thick gloves, gently touching the pure white ring on her right ring finger,
praying silently. This was a keepsake given to her by her own brother, whom she
wore as a lucky charm to ward off evil and misfortune. Touching the ring felt like her brother was protecting her,
bringing her peace of mind every time. She
ran for an unknown amount of time until the trees ahead thinned out, revealing a vast expanse of white ice plains before
her, seemingly endless. Sunlight shone on the glaciers, creating shimmering arcs of light.
Louise slowly stopped, collapsing to her knees in exhaustion. Just as she was wondering which way
to run next, she heard the sound of flapping wings overhead, and a human-shaped shadow loomed over her.
A sense of foreboding rose in her heart. Looking up, she saw a baby-faced man slowly descending from the sky
. He wore the temple's standard armor, but what was even more striking were the enormous wings on his back
.
"Old man, you're quite adept at escaping, but how could you possibly escape my grasp?"
The man smiled innocently, seemingly muttering something to himself, before flapping his wings and
landing lightly not far from Louise.
"Who are you? Could it be... the legendary birdman?"
Louise exclaimed in surprise. She had never seen a winged person before; such creatures only
appeared in bedtime fairy tales.
"I am an angel, the messenger of the goddess. You may call me the Sphinx, Princess Louise,"
the man said, slowly walking towards her with a strange smile.
"You recognize me?"
"You're His Highness Chen's sister, a princess of the royal family. How could I not recognize you?"
"You...you've come to rescue me? Did Chen send you?"
Louise stood up, hesitantly.
"Of course...yes, His Highness Chen and I are quite good friends."
The baby-faced man smiled calmly, approaching Louise.
"Great! Oh? Watch out behind you! That green-hatted old man is coming!"
Louise seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her gaze passing over the baby-faced man's shoulder, when she suddenly covered her mouth and cried out.
"Gandoff?!"
The baby-faced man was startled and hurriedly turned around, but there was nothing behind him. He turned back in confusion,
when suddenly a large clump of snow flew towards his face.
"Chen hates birdmen the most. How could you possibly be his friend? Do you think I, the princess, am so easily fooled?"
Louise huffed, and dashed off towards the ice field without the slightest hesitation.
A flash of golden light shattered all the snow. The man watched Louise's desperate escape,
a cold smile playing on his lips. He flapped his wings and took flight, catching up to her in the blink of an eye. A golden beam
shot from his fingertip, striking Louise's back with lightning speed. Louise screamed, falling forward with the momentum,
tumbling over a dozen times on the smooth ice before coming to a stop. Her furry hat fell off, revealing a head of
dazzling, sun-like golden, wavy hair.
"You dare to toy with me? You've got some nerve,"
the baby-faced man said mockingly, floating above Louise.
"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
Louise struggled to her feet, her face deathly pale. Her back burned with pain, and her bones felt like
they were about to break apart. Running was out of the question; even standing was difficult.
"Not running anymore? I wouldn't mind playing with you a little longer."
The man landed in front of Louise, casually lifting her chin and scrutinizing her face.
"Take your hand away! I am a princess of the Roland Empire! You have committed an offense against me, deserving death!"
Louise, enduring the pain, glared at the man with her beautiful blue eyes and slapped his hand away.
"Heh, just a mortal princess. Come to think of it, I haven't been with a princess before. How about we
try today? Although her personality is rather unpleasant, she is indeed a stunning beauty."
The man chuckled wickedly, his gaze sweeping lewdly over her face and body, a sinister look sending
a chill down Louise's spine.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Louise instinctively covered her ample chest with her hands. Although she tried her best to appear defiant, the growing
panic on her face was impossible to hide.
"What do I want to do? Of course, I want to do! you! The honor of serving a goddess's holy messenger is not something every
mortal has the opportunity to obtain. You also want to bask in the goddess's glory, don't you, Princess Louise?"
The man chuckled maliciously, forcefully pressing Louise onto the ice and casually tearing open her
clothes. Strips of clothing flew everywhere, exposing large areas of her snow-white, translucent skin to the cold air. Louise
trembled slightly, but had no strength to resist. Then, with another tearing sound, her thermal underwear
was also ripped to shreds. In the blink of an eye, she was almost completely naked. The man's hands
skillfully caressed her body, his fingers beginning to invade her sensitive areas.
"I don't want this stuff!! Let me go!!"
Louise cried out in embarrassment and anger, slamming her knee into the man's groin. But upon contact, a burst of golden light
flashed intensely, and Louise felt a sharp pain in her knee, as if she had hit a rock, causing her to gasp in pain. "Such weak power, it truly makes me feel sorry for you. 　　It seems necessary to properly discipline
lost sheep who refuse to sincerely believe . Princess Louise, although you don't know me, I've 　　watched you grow up. In the blink of an eye... time really flies." 　　The man said smugly, his gaze roguishly sweeping over the girl's alluring body radiating youthful vitality. 　　Chen, save me, I don't want this... 　　Tears blurred her bright eyes, and Louise bit her cherry lips tightly, not uttering a single plea. She prayed silently in her heart 　　to the person she trusted most. 　　"Still crying out for help in your heart? Do you think anyone will come to your rescue here? Don't look so miserable 　　. You'll soon be begging me to hurry up and fuck you." 　　The man chuckled, seeing Louise completely powerless to resist, like a lamb stripped naked and waiting to be slaughtered . 　　He loosened his trousers, revealing a hideous and terrifying thing, which he proudly 　　brandished in front of Louise. 　　"Despicable! Shameless! Lewd! Vulgar! Is this what you call a messenger of the goddess? Let me go! Bastard!!" 　　Her full, firm breasts heaved rapidly, her beautiful face flushed red with shame and anger. Louise glared at the man defiantly, cursing with all her might, 　　uttering 　　every vicious word she could think of . 　　"This feels pretty good. Your adorable angry face only makes me more aroused. Are you 　　already impatient, Your Highness?" 　　The man, gripping Louise's legs and spreading them wide, chuckled and slowly 　　pressed down on her. 　　"No! No! No!! Chen!!!" 　　Tears streamed down her face as she felt the man's hot, thick, ugly thing 　　approaching her most private parts. Louise's eyes widened, her body tensed, and she finally cried out in panic 　　. 　　"It's no use, Your Highness. Do you think Prince Chen can hear you now? Be my 　　woman, and I'll make sure you're satisfied." 　　The man stared intently at Louise's terrified face, slowly aligning himself, taking a deep breath, 　　preparing for his final thrust. 　　"Chen... he... he... he'll definitely come," 　　Louise gritted her teeth, her body trembling with extreme fear. 　　"Do you believe in miracles, Your Highness? But unfortunately, in this world, apart from goddesses, no 　　one can create miracles." 　　"Chen!!!" 　　the man scoffed, enjoying Louise's final struggle. 　　But suddenly, his smug expression froze. With Louise's cry, a 　　powerful white light, seemingly from nowhere, erupted from her body, blinding him for a moment 　　. 　　Along with the white light came a familiar wave, emanating not from elsewhere, but from 　　Louise beneath him. 　　"Divine power?" 　　The man's carefree smile vanished completely. Before he could react, he was 　　thrown back by a surge of immense force, tumbling through the air before regaining his footing. He stared in astonishment at Louise, who was gradually 　　enveloped in a soft white light. 　　Louise felt a warm glow spread through her body; all her pain and cold vanished in an instant. As if 　　responding to her call, endless white light surged from the ring on her left hand, transforming into a thick beam that 　　pierced the sky, its sacred and majestic light illuminating the earth and all things. 　　With the appearance of the white light, the once calm sky instantly became turbulent, with countless violent 　　air currents converging towards the light's location. 　　A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, as if a gate to the unknown had been opened. 　　A huge rift suddenly appeared in the sky, revealing a vast and magnificent starry expanse. Then, a dazzling meteor 　　plummeted from it, trailing a long, burning tail, rapidly descending towards Louise's location.

"Ah...ah!!! Wait, wait a minute!! Don't hit me on the head!!"
Louise, who had been stunned by the shocking scene, seemed to suddenly come to her senses and hurriedly
dodged to the side, afraid of being hit head-on.
In a moment, the meteor landed where Louise had been, but instead of exploding as expected, the
fiercely burning meteor turned into countless stardust the instant it hit the ground. In the starlight, a tall
figure gradually became clear.
It was a naked man with a well-proportioned and athletic build, his skin as delicate as a newborn baby's,
with a milky white halo, dreamlike and ethereal. His young and handsome face was cold and resolute. He
slowly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up, his pupils radiating a cold, eerie light that sent chills down one's spine.
"Was it you who summoned me?"
The naked young man took a deep breath of fresh air, a satisfied expression on his face, then
he turned to Louise and said coldly.
"I...I don't know. If you're referring to this ring, then it's probably it. Um...
May I ask who you are?"
Louise, barely able to cover her nearly naked body with her tattered clothes, stared blankly at the
naked man who had suddenly appeared from the sky, still somewhat dazed.
"I am the 'Saint,' summoned by your command, Your Highness."
The naked young man casually took a step forward and appeared before Louise. He half-knelt, performing
a standard knightly salute, then took Louise's small hand and gently kissed the back of it.
...
He couldn't feel it, he couldn't feel it anywhere. From sunrise to sunset, he had walked throughout the entire capital, but that familiar
aura seemed to have completely vanished from his world.
As if he had even forgotten the passage of time, Dewey didn't know when the bright moon had hung in the sky above him,
nor did he know why he was walking alone in the empty alley, but he couldn't stop. A
restlessness that seemed about to burst from his chest drove him to keep searching.
"Did you lose something, Aragorn?"
A cool, icy voice, like a bucket of snow water poured over him, carried a hint of bored languor. Dewey
was startled awake. There was no one around until he looked up and saw Messiah hovering in the air like a ghost
.
"Just taking a stroll after dinner, good for my health,"
Dewey paused, slowly stretching, seemingly leisurely.
"Oh, is that so? Then I won't disturb your leisure. I thought... you'd be
interested in a runaway spoiled young lady,"
Messiah chuckled, her long, snow-white hair shimmering in the moonlight.
"I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm not interested."
"Really? You can do whatever you want with her?"
Messiah spoke slowly, her voice alluring, each word carefully enunciated.
"Where is she?"
Dewey's eyes changed, his face gradually darkening, his voice turning cold.
"Do you think I need to tell you?"
"Where is she?"
Dewey repeated mechanically, coldly glancing at Messiah in the sky, his eyes unblinking.
"Are you angry, Aragorn? I thought you'd be happy. Being
watched by a little girl with unclear motives must be unpleasant. Now, you're free."
"I don't need you to tell me what to do."
"That's strange, Aragorn. What's this? You seem to be enjoying it. You don't really think
you're some kind of hero with an important mission, do you?"
"Am I? I guess when you can't resist, you can only enjoy it. That's the kind of person I am,
and aren't you? I'll ask you one more time, where is she?"
Dewey said coldly.
"You look terrible, Aragorn. What will you do if I've already done something to her?"
Messiah looked down at Dewey, slowly saying, the corners of her mouth gradually widening.
"How boring. I have no interest in playing this game with you anymore."
After staring at her in silence for a moment, Dewey suddenly sneered, turned around and left.
"How cold, Aragorn. You weren't like this to me before."
"I am not Aragorn."
Dewey didn't turn back, instead quickening his pace.
"You are 'Aragorn,' aren't you? Those who shouldn't exist are destined not to exist, neither you nor I can escape it.
Hmph, stop running around like headless flies. If you go back, the young lady might already be back."
Messiah seemed to sigh softly, and Dewey paused.
"What...what do you want?"
A thought struck him, and he abruptly turned around, but there was nothing behind him. Messiah had vanished without a trace, leaving only her final,
sorrowful sigh lingering in his ears.
...
The massive, majestic walls of the imperial capital remained clearly defined in the darkness. Apart from the imperial
palace in the center, the vast capital was rarely illuminated. The towering white tower within the palace contrasted with
the high tower of the Magic Guild headquarters in the west of the capital, and the Temple of Light in the east.
The majestic temple, though the smallest of the three major buildings in the capital in terms of scale, lacks
the vast land area of the imperial palace, and even lacks
the breathtakingly exquisite six-pointed star shape of the Magic Guild's buildings, meticulously renovated over generations. Yet, standing beneath the temple, gazing up its dozens
of high steps, its silhouette exudes solemnity in the night—
a dignified presence forged by the passage of time, inspiring awe.
The square shape of the hall symbolizes the temple's adherence to the principles of justice, standing as the representative of the gods on earth.
While the word "justice" may not be entirely accurate, and many have questioned this so-called
"justice" over the millennia, those voices have long since faded. For while the Temple of Light lacks the
white tower of the imperial palace, dating back to the time of Aragorn, and the magical tower whose magical light burns eternally, it still …
Before the main hall of the Temple of Light, beneath the dozens of steps, stands another
structure symbolizing this "justice":
the Burning Pillar.
It appears to be just an ordinary large stone pillar, having endured countless punishments over millennia
. The pillar is jet black, and aside from being slightly wider than ordinary pillars,
it seems unremarkable. Yet, standing beneath it, one can almost feel a
heavy, oppressive weight.
From within the pillars of the main hall, the faint glow of torches shines. But the Burning Pillar outside the hall
stands silently in the darkness. The marks of burning on it seem to be a silent testament
to the temple's traditions and solemnity.
All around is silent. In the distance, beneath the temple, only a few holy knights on duty, clad in full
armor, stand beneath the main hall, the night enveloping them, making them appear like statues
.
A black figure stood beneath the stake. A long black robe shrouded his entire body, as if he were constantly
hidden in darkness. He silently gazed at the stake, at the
countless marks of fire burned over the millennia.
"Have you been standing here all night?"
About ten paces behind the black-robed figure, an elderly man in a white robe seemed
to emerge suddenly from the darkness. His aged face was etched with deep
wrinkles, as if carved by a knife and axe, and his skin was pale, almost frail, yet his eyes held an indescribable
tranquility.
"Your Holiness,"
the young man in black replied, still gazing at the stake, seemingly unsurprised by the old man's sudden appearance
.
"Everything was destined. You should understand this better than I do, Opus."
The old man's steps were faltering and heavy, yet his voice was calm and composed.
"The goddess is with you and me. Do not be confused, do not be afraid. Everything is under the goddess's watchful eye. But
... I cannot tolerate failure, I cannot bear to see the goddess's glory desecrated by ignorant mortals."
The young man in black clenched his fists, golden flames burning in his dark golden eyes.
"You do need to atone for your past mistakes, Opus. As a vessel, she is necessary.
Go and bring her back. This time, you cannot allow failure."
The old man said in a deep voice, the firelight casting a long, long shadow of him.
...
"Giving up halfway is not good."
Just as suddenly disappearing and then suddenly reappearing, on the balcony outside Dewey's room, Qianlixue's lonely figure
appeared somewhat thin in the darkness. He snorted softly, his hands behind his back, and slowly approached her.
"I will not stop... Your Majesty..."
Qianlixue said calmly, without turning around.
"That's good."
Dewey stood beside her, looking at the exceptionally clear moon in the summer sky, sighed softly, and
fell silent.
"You didn't ask me...where I went..."
After an unknown amount of silence, Qianlixue finally whispered. Her ethereal face remained indifferent, but her crystal-
blue eyes no longer seemed filled with the deathly aura of before; something warm was
beginning to truly bloom deep within them.
"You'll tell me what you want to tell me, that's always been the case, isn't it?"
Dewey said knowingly.
"I'm sorry..."
"Why?"
"Because...I can't stop anymore..."
Qianlixue lowered her head, a faint sadness appearing on her face. This was the first time Dewey had seen her with such an expression.
"So...tell me, your...'wish'."
With a subtle premonition in his heart, Dewey stretched out his arms, as if trying to relax himself.
"..."
"I'm just a little curious. If you don't want to say, that's fine too."
Dewey said calmly, as if he didn't care.
"I want..."
The cool moonlight, as soft as a veil, bathed her in a hazy, pure white glow
that spread through the darkness, making everything seem unreal, like a dreamlike illusion. Dewey gently held
his breath.
"A world without pain... without sorrow..."
"A world where everyone can be happy..."
"A perfect world..."

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