Chapter 328 Return to Huyue Manor (Part 3)

When Aiwass woke up, she realized that she was lying in Miss Bayard's arms.

Their postures were odd.

Bayard took off his shoes and lay on the soft bench in the tavern's private room, his back leaning against the cool wall. The Shadow Demon had returned to Aiwass's shadow.

Aiwass lay in her arms like a rag doll, one arm tightly wrapped around his slender waist, his head resting on Miss Bayard's chest. Bayard had even tucked her outer leg in, her knees slightly bent, to shield the girl from him. This was to prevent Aiwass from drifting off with a grunt.

Although the Moon Child could be considered a resurrected corpse, it was not an undead spirit. Unlike the Shadow Fiend, whose touch was as cold as winter iron, Bayard's body was warm.

Bayard closed her eyes, breathing calmly. She sniffed the fragrance of Aiwass's hair... the fresh scent of the citrus-scented shampoo used at the Huyue Manor.

It is said that citrus can stimulate the appetite of the child of the moon, so this can probably be considered an appetizing design.

Sensing the change in Aiwass's breathing, Bayard immediately opened his eyes: "Are you awake?"

"…Why did I fall asleep?"

Aiwass had just woken up and was still a little confused.

This body was truly too weak. Not only was it weak, but it might also have developed some issues. Aiwass hadn't been able to use the Fire Sacrifice to recover... This had given her a headache after waking up, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

This may be due to catching a cold, or it may be because I haven't had a full meal in a long time and it has put too much strain on my body.

"...are you having a blackout?"

Bayard was a little surprised: "Can you black out after drinking beer? Or is it because you drank too much broth?"

Now that Aiwas tried hard to recall, he really couldn't remember when he fell asleep.

The last memory left in her mind was Miss Bayard revealing her identity and sighing sadly, "Fortunately, all this is not true."

This made Aiwass raise his head in concentration, and he subconsciously reached upwards. Bayard subconsciously tilted her head back, trying to avoid Aiwass's touch. But she quickly reacted and lowered her head slightly, allowing Aiwass to touch her face more easily.

"I'll remember you."

Aiwass answered seriously, "Not just Miss Bayard, not just my Shadow Demon... but the unique you.

"If so, you are no mere shadow, no artificial puppet. You will come into contact with me like all the others, and I will remember you."

Hearing this, Bayard was slightly stunned.

She laughed helplessly: "Sure enough, you really have lost your memory."

"……What?"

"You've already said these words once."

Bayard chuckled, picked Aiwass up, sat her sideways, and put her shoes back on. "But I won't get tired of hearing you say it again."

As she spoke, she also changed her shoes.

He then rubbed Aiwass's face vigorously to wake her up. Amid her angry cries of "Don't pinch my face after putting on my shoes," he smiled with a wicked smile and laughed heartily.

She extended her hand toward Aiwass. "Want to go shopping? Nights these days... it's almost three in the morning, but there should still be some places to go. Even if something is fake, it can still give people a sense of 'beauty'. This is probably why Twin Mirror pursues perfection."

The pursuit of perfection...

Aiwass smiled when he heard this.

Amber is the "God of Perfection and Eternity".

"So, do you have somewhere you want to take me?"

Aiwass put his hand on it and asked back.

Bayard thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That should be it. This is the place I most want to bring you to."

"Then let's go back."

"good."

Bayard nodded slightly.

This brief encounter has come to an end.

The coldness and arrogance on her face when we first met had vanished. Her brows were no longer furrowed, and her eyes no longer held the contempt and scrutiny of others.

Today, Bayard is more like a young and ordinary girl than the famous tycoon in the empire and the sole controller of Bayard Investment Group.

——Those false things will one day disappear like smoke. They are neither beautiful nor eternal.

At that time, the only thing left is... the mark you left in the hearts of others.

If there is anything that is real in this false world, it is probably these traces. And among all these traces, only love and hope are eternal.

For "Bayard", who abandoned light to survive, all she could leave behind were traces of "love".

Remember me... Aiwass. If so, I will survive.

Bayard kept repeating her real name in his mind. It was the real name the girl had just said after getting drunk.

Since someone as strong as you is also worried about whether you are a fake... then I have to become strong too.

Oh, seeing others suffer more than oneself can ease the melancholy in my heart. Such a despicable and cowardly person, as expected of me.

Bayard gave a self-deprecating laugh and squeezed Aiwass's hand tightly. It was as if he was also squeezing Aiwass's shadow.

And at this moment, on the other side.

A little girl with silver-white hair was holding her waist and staggering forward in the secret passage.

That is the philosopher.

Her face was gloomy, and a strong murderous intent suppressed her mood, making it almost impossible for the blue light belonging to the path of wisdom in her eyes to shine - the path of wisdom is a path that can only be fully resonated with by maintaining absolute rationality, and at this moment she obviously does not belong to it.

Finding out the secret passage had already wasted her a lot of time. Even then, she still couldn't find her two teammates—it was as if they had vanished suddenly.

Could he have been killed? The philosopher thought maliciously.

She had just witnessed a dismemberment of a young man who seemed, possibly, to be the Lady of the Forge.

She was a decent person who could not accept such an evil and depraved ritual, but she was of noble status and unwilling to lower herself to play her role, so she cursed loudly. This energetic behavior aroused the interest of the Moon Children... After a simple hunt, he became the "protagonist" of the banquet.

As a demonologist, the philosopher certainly didn't feel uncomfortable. But realizing that the Moon Child could eat humans in addition to sucking blood, she was horrified and truly realized the danger of this ritual.

The young man's eyeballs were made into snacks, and his liver was cut up and served on a plate. He was auctioned off at a high price, becoming the main course of the banquet, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

But the philosopher knew that the Moon Children did not need to eat humans to survive. This was just a brutal act driven by the interests of those monsters.

Even demonologists wouldn't easily commit such evil acts. While they might kill, steal corpses, execute, and even torture the living, their ultimate goal was to obtain ritual materials. Some rituals indeed required the corpses of humans who had died painfully, while others were inherently imbued with an unholy aura.

But the demonologists ultimately have a purpose...but the Moon Children are simply wielding unrestrained malice.

——Even demonologists think you are too extreme!

Unable to reunite with her teammates... forced into a corner, she could only rely on herself to enter the "private room." To facilitate her escape, she chose a room that was remote enough and close to the end.

As a result, her body was almost in tatters.

This made her sick to the point of rage—those vile, disgusting, awful monsters, how dare they do this to me! Do you know who I am, stupid scum!

And just thinking about the fact that this degenerate monster held nearly half of the votes in the Senate of the Iris Kingdom made her feel that the Iris people were so disgusting.

She was so angry that she couldn't help coughing.

She coughed up blood foam and spat out bloody phlegm - that was proof that she almost died in that room.

——After we get back, we have to increase the pressure on Iris.

No, we have to find a way to wage war against Iris!

Get rid of the Moon Children!

A race that is so disgusting does not deserve to exist in this world!

The philosopher, who was a lieutenant general of the Xingtan Army and a count, thought bitterly.

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