Chapter 191 Aiwass’s Invitation

At first, perhaps only Aiwass wanted to find Isabel, but the team kept growing.

First it was Lily and David, then Julia and Master Nobel - and then we met Master Janice.

Aiwass was even a little worried that Isabelle might have a social anxiety attack again after meeting so many people at once.

But when he saw Isabel in person, he realized that he had worried too much.

In other words, he underestimated the severity of the problem.

It was as if Isabel had been reduced to her original form—a form of autism that even Aiwas had never seen in person, but had only heard about in conversations with other classmates.

She would answer the knocks and let people in. But after entering, she found that Isabel was huddled in the corner of the room. She didn't greet anyone and there was no smile on her face.

She looked like she was concentrating on her painting, as if she was so absorbed in it that she had no time to be distracted.

But Aiwass could see immediately that Isabelle wasn't painting at all—she was just scribbling meaninglessly. She was just drawing something and then covering it up with other paint.

It's not sadness, but confusion and fear.

Aiwass saw at a glance that Isabel was in a state of confusion. Her mind had even stopped working.

Her Royal Highness is clearly not as optimistic and strong as she usually appears. She just tried to put the nightmare aside... but now that Prince Andrew has been cursed, the nightmare has returned.

It's like being harassed and attacked long ago with the intent of kidnapping or murder... and then moving far away. Years later, even when you think you've forgotten and let it go, you suddenly run into that person again on a street corner—and realize they've seen you.

But what Isabel experienced was far more painful than this.

She witnessed and even experienced this random death ritual herself.

Queen Sophia had just said that the Shadow of Avalon Ritual was only one member short of completion, meaning there were exactly twenty people, including this prince. Aiwass didn't know if any of the royal bloodlines murdered before had been infused into the ritual, but there should be at least a dozen relatives—perhaps even more.

Because family members like Isabel's mother, who were not of royal blood but still died from the curse, were not counted among the "twenty people." Including these completely innocent people affected, the number was already unimaginably high.

The curse hasn't happened in recent years, but it started more than a decade ago. That means about three people die each year, and it seems completely random...

Under the constant sense of oppression and fear brought about by this random death, no one in the royal family went crazy and killed people. Iverson could only say that it was because Her Majesty the Queen had taught her well and the average moral level of the Du Lac family was relatively high.

"I want to talk to Isabel alone, is that okay?"

Aiwass spoke softly, but looked at Janice.

Isabel's father is away all year round, so Master Janice is her de facto guardian.

As a courtesy and respect, Janice also changed into a black veil - even though she knew that Prince Andrew was not innocent, as a close friend and guest of the Queen, and also an elf master from the Church, her attitude towards the royal family was directly related to the attitude of other knights and ministers towards the royal family.

Janice was a little surprised when she heard what Aiwass said.

Based on her understanding of Aiwass, she thought Aiwass would drag Isabel into socializing to change her mind.

Because this is the most reliable and efficient method. You will never go wrong.

There was no way he could say the wrong thing—because he could solve the problem without saying anything at all, and he could also let others witness his close relationship with Isabel.

Based on her secret observations of Aiwass during this period, he seemed to like this off-the-board approach of "solving problems outside the game." The more she asked Aiwass to give a clear answer, the more ambiguous and vague he became.

Despite his gentle, well-behaved, and composed appearance, Aiwass dislikes being dragged into other players' rhythms and playing by their rules. He dislikes countering opponents' moves with defensive tactics, but rather takes the initiative and attacks them before the fight even begins. Only after establishing a sufficient advantage will he engage in a "fair fight."

A very cunning little fox, but she is not annoying.

But now, it seems that Aiwass has also changed a little...that is a change that can be seen with the naked eye.

The most obvious thing is that he dared to join the game.

He had never dared to approach this unfamiliar and unknown territory before... He was as cautious as a stray cat feeding itself. But now, for Isabel, he dared to venture into it.

He is actively trying to change.

"Humans are so nice."

Janice sighed softly and said contentedly, "Young people are the best of all."

Being dissatisfied with oneself now and trying to change... This is probably Aiwass's aspiration for transcendence, right?

She tried to analyze it based on her own experience.

The biggest difference between humans and elves is the rapidity of their psychological transformation. Fall is a moment, enlightenment is also a moment. A mere few years can transform a person into a completely different person than they were before... something an elf would never experience.

Life in the Eternal Church is quiet and peaceful, like a static utopia.

People get up at a standard time every day, go to work at a standard time, get off work at a standard time, and go to bed at a standard time.

The ritual process is fixed, policies remain unchanged, and festivals remain the same. Work can last for decades without any changes, and any hobby can last for decades or even centuries.

With a daily income that was just enough, they married and had children. They lived a blissful life, free from natural disasters, man-made disasters, and accidents. From the time Janice was born until now, the Theocracy hadn't changed at all. By the standards of many in Avalon, it might even be considered paradise.

But Janice didn't like that feeling. She couldn't stand the pervasive tranquility in the air... it made her feel a throbbing sensation. A desire to destroy it all... She had an instinctive aversion and wariness towards the power of the Way of Dusk.

But traveling in the human world is not like this.

She had seen some countries experience twelve coups a month, generations of avengers waging wars of revenge, and the intense drama of life engendered by the chaotic blood relationships between several families. Human time is extremely short, and precisely because of this, change is visible to the naked eye.

It was like herself. She had only been away for a few decades, but when she returned to Avalon, it was completely different from when she first came.

The lifespan of an elf is only five times that of a human, but the changes in the human world are more than ten times faster than those in the Theocracy.

The essence of these changes comes from these young people. The changes made by each of them have the potential to change the world at some point in the future.

Janice focuses on observing this "change." The world changes dramatically at a speed visible to the naked eye, which gives her a strong sense of satisfaction. That is exactly the beauty she pursues.

——Aivas is the “protagonist” she chose.

So Janice nodded slightly and obediently led the people out of the room.

However, she did not go far, nor did she respond to those curious, puzzled, vigilant, or thoughtful gazes.

She simply stretched out her finger and silently made a "hush" gesture, then tiptoed to the side and put her ear to the door to demonstrate to Yulia.

Yulia's eyes suddenly lit up.

She immediately followed suit and put her ear close to him. Lily followed shortly after.

Janice made way, signaling David to come over and listen. But David, seeing the two girls had almost blocked the door, hesitated and didn't move in. If he moved any closer, he'd definitely touch them.

—Taking advantage of girls is unchivalrous.

David said firmly in his heart.

Mr. Aiwass would never do that.

Janice nodded to Master Nobel, and her pupils suddenly turned the color of blue sky and white clouds—or rather, it was a painting she had drawn with a blue sky and white clouds as the background, which now hung in Isabel's bedroom. Although there was no window open, the painting acted like a window, bringing in fresh air.

As soon as she looked into the room, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Iwass left his wheelchair and stood behind Isabel.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on Isabel's shoulders.

Realizing that this was clearly impossible to do while sitting in a wheelchair, Isabel paused for a moment from her meaningless scribbling. Her mind subconsciously began to ponder the matter.

Isabel even subconsciously wanted to ask Aiwass - but the depression and fear in her heart extinguished her words and interest. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"I know," Aiwass said softly, "you have actually been listening the whole time..."

His voice was low and gentle.

It feels like the afternoon sun in autumn, giving people a lazy and fluffy feeling.

"But, don't worry. The curse is over."

Aiwass whispered: "I swear to you..."

Her Majesty the Queen asked him to look after Isabel because she wanted him to tell Isabel this information.

Feeling the slight tremor in the shoulder where his fingertips touched, Aiwass paused for a moment before continuing:

"—You are safe."

"Did you solve it, Mr. Fox?"

Isabel's voice trembled slightly.

If Aiwass admitted it, he was sure that the Queen and the Grand Guardian would not point out his lie.

But he still refused.

"I think, probably not."

Aiwass lowered his eyes and whispered.

Because such means are too despicable - falsely claiming merits and fabricating achievements are the actions of incompetent people.

In fact, Aiwass didn't know why Prince Andrew died suddenly... According to the order in the game, he should have lived for more than a year.

But it doesn't matter.

It didn't matter who cast the curse - he wasn't Sherlock.

What's more, he has the help of "Miss Aleister", so he doesn't need to provide so much evidence.

Just beat them all.

Whether it's the noble Red, or the eagle-eyed assassin, or the corrupt knights and officials, or the rebellious merchants of Lloyd's...

Anyway, everyone knows that Miss Aleister kills without blinking an eye.

If all the destabilizing factors are resolved, Isabel will naturally be safe as well.

Rather than comforting her, soothing her, encouraging her, distracting her... it is better to solve the problem directly from the root.

Of course, Aiwass actually has a better way...

"So, Miss Lulu," Aiwass' voice was calm and reassuring, "if you've had enough sleep, it's time to wake up from this nightmare.

"As a wake-up exercise...how about I go kill someone with you?"

Aiwass invited with a smile.

Pulling Isabel along to take down those who try to harm her can both help her grow and soothe her spirit. The only problem is that the person who said this may not be consistent with Mr. Fox's personality.

But fortunately, Isabel didn't take it seriously.

But Aiwass also knew that she probably wouldn't take it seriously.

Isabel thought Aiwas was joking and immediately lost her composure: "That's not necessary...

"Never mind... Let me show you, Aiwass. It's hard to explain..."

"What?" Aiwass asked curiously.

"journal."

Isabel replied, "Or rather, a suicide note."

"……your?"

"No! These are left by my... relatives."

Isabel first argued a little loudly, then sighed: "After you read it, you will understand why I am so sad and so scared..."

Today is an update of more than 7,000 words~

(End of this chapter)