Chapter 109

"So that's how it is..." Xizel's eyes swept across the comic screen. After knowing the whole process of Xia Zuo sensing him, he was very calm: "Ah, fortunately, he seems to be in a relatively stable mental state. We can continue."

Comic Will: "..."

I suggest you look in the mirror and see how conscienceless you are.

But, “can continue”?

It hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What exactly are you going to do? Just like you said... I've dug too many holes for you."

When the black-haired young man heard this, he didn't say anything that would choke him as usual. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Do you believe in fate?"

Comic Will: "Huh?"

Inexplicably, it felt a mysterious atmosphere. The black-haired young man lowered his eyes and closed the book in his hand, as if a god or Buddha lowered his eyes. For a moment, the feeling that Christine brought to it resurfaced - no, compared to Christine, the warden at this moment was even more possessed of an unspeakable divinity.

This feeling made it almost impossible to utter a word, and it could only say in a daze: "...What do you mean?"

"Literally." The black-haired young man smiled lightly, and suddenly broke away from that mysterious and isolated atmosphere, as freely as the most famous performer.

"Fatalism, it's interesting—isn't it?"

The comic's will poked its head in curiously: "So the script you prepared is about an inescapable fate...?"

I feel like this is not a good idea...

Maybe it will be very...desperate.

…

Xia Zuo's emotions quickly stabilized after he sensed Xizel's presence again.

He thought about his condition over the past few days and felt a little complicated.

From the beginning, Caesar had been the one who stood behind him, reminding him to "control his emotions." Even at this point, his presence was still able to maintain the stability of the High Priest, who needed bright emotions the most.

...How did it come to this?

Xia Zuo was a little frustrated, but he was not someone who gave up easily.

There was still a chance, he thought, things hadn't reached the worst point yet.

As long as we find out the truth, we can trace the root cause and find a solution to the problem.

He firmly believed that everything could be redeemed, and that nothing could be "unfinished once started." If he couldn't, it must be because he hadn't worked hard enough.

He also had another mission to accomplish. He absolutely could not afford to be pessimistic and be the first to fall. Eastwood was definitely not the end.

After encouraging himself, Xia Zuo went for a walk outside the Tower of Babel as usual after work. When he didn't see Ursula, he returned to his cell.

I think Ursula won't suffer any loss.

Subconsciously, he still believed in his best friend's arrangements.

Meanwhile, Ursula, who was being cared for by her friends, was still struggling with the collection of books on the first floor.

Yes, it had been nearly a week and she was still struggling on the first level.

The black-haired girl looked gloomily at the book that refused to yield, tightened her grip on the dust brush, and said darkly, "Still running?"

The book stuck in the corner: "..."

The book looked dusty, as if it had been placed on the corner of a table and then taken out. It didn't even have a title or a proper cover, just a thick black paper wrapped around it, acting as a fragile layer of protection.

But she had long discovered that this thing seemed to have its own intelligence. Once she looked away, it would disappear, and when it reappeared, it would be covered in dust again. No matter what she did, she could not make it truly and thoroughly clean.

Normally, Ursula wouldn't even glance at it. A book was of no importance to her unless it was a book that Césaire asked her to read or gave it to her for safekeeping.

——But now, organizing and cleaning the collection of books was her job, and it was a job assigned to her by the warden, so this behavior of obstructing her work seemed particularly hateful.

The black-haired girl said expressionlessly, "If you do that again, I'll tear you apart and swallow you whole."

When she spoke, her sharp teeth could be vaguely seen, which made people feel extremely frightened.

Because this is an essential weapon for wild beasts to bite their prey, and it is a symbol of bloodiness and cruelty, but it appears on a girl who looks like a human.

"Or," the black-haired girl tilted her head, the whites of her eyes gradually turning a strange black, "Do you want to try the feeling of soaking in sea water?"

Book:"……"

It fell in front of the black-haired girl with a plop, indicating that it didn't want to experience the feeling of being bitten by sharp teeth or soaked in sea water at all.

After threatening the disobedient book, she cleaned it up and closed it, preparing to lock it in the bookcase, but she accidentally saw the inside of the book with a pure black cover, and the name "Kleist" seemed to flash by.

——What is recorded in this book?

Ursula stopped moving immediately.

She unceremoniously opened the book and quickly started looking through it from the beginning, but found that most of the content was blank, with only a very small part of the blurred words slightly visible, which she could barely understand. It was as if the other parts were imprisoned and only this part could be noticed by her.

When it came to someone, she showed rare patience and slowly identified the names in the book.

[On September 27, 1780, the Federal Calendar, the last descendant of the prophesied family was born.]

This is the prophesied Son of God, the Agent, the Man from the Otherworld. Even as a baby, when he opens his eyes and gazes upon others, they cannot help but bow before him. Therefore, we forbid those of our tribe with weak willpower from approaching him. This is a form of protection for others, as well as for him.

This child is so special. We must protect him. Protect his identity from prying eyes, protect..., protect his... opportunities.

The black-haired girl narrowed her eyes.

——It’s so annoying, I can’t see clearly.

As if sensing her emotions, the page of the book she was holding shuddered slightly.

Ursula was satisfied to see that the clarity of the handwriting in the book had improved again, but some parts were still not "seeable" to her.

She ignored the unclear words and read straight down. Finally, on a certain page, she saw a sentence whose meaning could be recognized again.

Everything is ready. Although I am reluctant to let him go, this is the only way.

[This was not something he could choose. It was not something he chose. But it was something his destiny had chosen.]

[Before we mobilized the entire clan to send him to a place where he could never be seen by anyone or any talent, we finally decided on his official name.]

【We unanimously decided to name him——】

【Cesare Cleist】

——Power is in your hands, just as the stars surround the sun and the moon, and all things bow to you.

…

"She has examined the book, Master Warden."

Ben stood in front of the young man, reporting in a low voice the recent situation of the black-haired girl, but he did not dare to look up from beginning to end.

The black-haired young man had no other expression on his face. He just said calmly, "It's just the first floor."

Yes, the “level” of the library is not referring to the space at all, but the confinement revealed by the long-standing wordless book - or the confinement that it has broken free from.

Speaking of wordless books...

Cesar tilted his head.

In a place that no one else can see, the blue book-shaped earrings reflected the light, like an exquisite and dazzling sapphire moonstone, making it difficult for people to look away once they see it.

Kleist's Wordless Book.

He hadn't used the save/load capability of this book for a while, but he couldn't let the existing capability go to waste, so he was looking for ways to develop it.

In his vision, books are just a form of expression, and ultimately it comes down to the type of power and the operation of power.

But now is not the time to think about this, there are other things waiting for him to consider.

The black-haired young man's eyes fell on Ban. Although he noticed that his body suddenly tensed up, he didn't care.

"Let her go. See how many floors she can reach. Even if she only sees the very end, it doesn't matter."

"after all……"

The black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly.

He naturally stopped talking and leaned back slightly. There was no expression in his blue eyes, only his dark hair cast a shadow on his porcelain white skin.

Ban didn't make a fuss, nor did he ask any more questions. Instead, he nodded and said, "There's something a little strange about the bird breeder lately."

The warden tilted his head. Although it was a compliment, his tone was so calm that it made people feel a little strange: "As expected of you, Ben. You can see it after all."

After all, while the birdkeepers were relatively covert, with the support of the Patrol Tower, Eastwood was under Ben's jurisdiction before the warden officially took office. And now, even though Ben had retreated to the back burner, he still assisted the warden, possessing secondary authority over some prisons. It could be said that after the warden, he had the strongest control over Eastwood.

If he was such a loser that he couldn't see any clues at all, this prison wouldn't have been peaceful for more than ten years.

"Will you take action, Mr. Warden?"

Ben asked respectfully, lowering his head.

“…”

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

The black-haired young man seemed to think about something briefly, without any emotion, and then made a decision. He said nonchalantly: "No need. I roughly know what he wants to do, and I also want to take this opportunity to do something."

The warden tilted his head slightly and looked out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, but could not bring him even a trace of warmth.

It even made him feel a sense of disconnection, as if he no longer belonged to this world, as if the black-haired young man with cold pale skin and handsome face in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The black-haired young man withdrew his gaze from the sky and returned his gaze to the not-so-small but more enclosed office.

Then he said calmly:

"This opportunity is the third time."