Chapter 726: Mark of Fury?

Aleister took Selene and followed Prince Szijjártó into the car.

At first, she subconsciously thought that she would take a carriage.

But it was not until Prince Szijjártó brought them both to the street that Aleister noticed his car.

——That was the real "car" that was clearly engraved in Aleister's memory.

Aleister's eyes suddenly lit up.

Moreover, it wasn't just a car, it was even a sports car—

The bright red, streamlined exterior gleamed under the lights. It was an open-top car, and a middle-aged driver wearing strange sunglasses sat behind the wheel. The driver wore the same strange glasses, similar to those worn by Nobel Prize winners, inlaid with seven microscope lenses, each gleaming a brilliant green.

The driver tilted his head slightly, obviously a little surprised that Prince Szijjártó brought two ladies into the car.

"go home."

Prince Szijjártó sat in the co-pilot's seat and gave orders.

Aleister skillfully opened the car door and sat behind him. He then reached out to help Selene sit down.

She subconsciously fumbled around the seat for a while, but couldn't find the seat belt, so she had to give up.

Szijjártó saw all this through the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything, just staring ahead quietly.

The car moved forward very steadily, accompanied by the gradually growing hum of the engine. The tires looked of good quality, and the asphalt concrete road on the ground was also quite well-maintained.

As the car's speed gradually increased, the surrounding scenery quickly receded.

"--ah!"

Selene was thrown back onto her seat by a sudden force and was startled: "How—so fast!"

She immediately reached out and hugged Aleister's arm, and only then was she able to break free from the intense uneasiness.

But the increasingly clear feeling of suffocation that followed made her gasp for air again and again - the speed was too fast, making Selene feel that breathing was beginning to become difficult.

Aleister turned around and saw this scene, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She said helplessly: "It's okay..."

She tried to raise her hands slightly and catch the wind outside.

Through this simple speed measurement method, she judged that the current speed had exceeded 80 miles per hour, and had not yet reached the limit and was still accelerating - at this speed, Aleister did not feel any obvious vibration.

"Can you go a little slower?"

Aleister leaned over the front seat and spoke to Szijjártó in a loud voice.

"Slower."

Prince Szijjártó tilted his head slightly and said to the driver, "Raise the window again."

Immediately afterwards, the car, which was still slowly climbing, slowed down to half its speed. At least at this speed, Selene no longer felt the difficulty breathing.

Then, the transparent windows at the front and rear simultaneously rose. As they rose, a vibrating, trembling noise continued to emanate, until the roof was sealed shut by the extended red shell. The noisy wind was instantly blocked out, and the interior of the car suddenly became quiet.

"...At this speed, they dare to raise the front glass without worrying about it being blown off by the strong wind."

Aleister straightened up and couldn't help but complain.

When the window was just being raised, she had a vision of tragedy in her mind. She was quite afraid that the prince would be struck in the eye by the suddenly shattered window glass and die on the spot. Just like when she was in school in her previous life, she was always worried that the shaky electric fan would fall and spin off the head of the student in the front row.

"Mr. Fenrir knows exactly what can and cannot be done. I only need to give him suggestions, and he knows what to do."

Prince Szijjártó explained simply.

Then, he turned his head slightly to look at Aleister and asked, "Have you seen the Philosopher's Stone before? Miss...?"

He couldn't quite recall whether Aleister had introduced himself before. Perhaps he had, but he clearly hadn't remembered.

"Aleister."

Aleister added.

"Yes, Miss Aleister."

Prince Szijjártó immediately added Aleister's name: "I see you are quite familiar with this car, or at least not too unfamiliar with it."

Car...?

Aleister also realized that the Star Antimony people had the concept of "car".

She asked curiously, "Philosopher's Stone...is that its name?"

"That's right."

Prince Szijjártó nodded slightly, his voice unconsciously growing louder. "Don't you agree? This beautiful red is the very color of the legendary Philosopher's Stone. As the essence of Star Antimony alchemy, it undoubtedly lives up to the name."

"But I remember," Aleister laughed, "don't the Star Antimony people believe that the Philosopher's Stone doesn't exist?"

"It is for this reason that it is named after a car."

Aleister saw from behind that the corners of Prince Szijjártó's mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to smile not very noticeably.

His melodious, calm, and low voice continued to echo clearly within the closed carriage: "At least there won't be anything called 'Star Antimony'."

"This car was invented by... you?"

Aleister suddenly asked.

“…No,” Prince Szijjártó responded with a complicated expression after a brief pause, “but I participated in the design.”

——What a complex expression of sadness and pride.

Only a tortured yet shining soul can have such a bitter and determined heart.

If such a heart were to be torn apart and defiled... and made to wail...

Looking at that expression, an inexplicable desire to crush the other person suddenly arose in my heart.

It's like seeing something cute and then having the incongruous urge to tear it apart...

Aleister's pupils flickered with a dark red light.

"Miss Aleister," Prince Szijjártó seemed to sense the pure malice that flashed behind him and suddenly turned his head to look into Aleister's right eye. "Please respect yourself."

He warned solemnly.

However, Aleister did not hide the innocent and cruel smile on his face.

She simply extended her finger and placed it between Prince Szijjártó's ear and neck, gently scraping it with her index fingernail. The sharp white nail was like a dagger, severing flesh in an instant.

A brief silence fell in the car. Aleister and Prince Szijjártó, sprawled in the front seat, stared at each other. Selene, beside them, had completely slumped, curled up into a furry ball on the other seat. The driver, alone, remained calm as he continued driving, neon lights darting past outside the window.

"……snort."

Aleister chuckled and retracted his nails. The dark red glow in his pupils gradually dissipated, and his eyes became clear again.

Although her face showed that she didn't care about her actions.

However, she was shocked in her heart - because this sudden crazy behavior was completely inconsistent with the rationality of "Evans".

It was like seeing noisy kids outside the window and having the urge to tear their heads off; or seeing someone in a swamp reaching out to help you, and wanting to hold their hand and chop off their arm with an axe.

As an expert in demonology, Aleister immediately determined that... this was a characteristic of being branded with [Rage] by the Fallen Angels.

Those souls that the Fallen Angels take notice of will be branded with a grave sin. They will then be gradually dragged into the corresponding realm, until their desires completely spiral out of control.

If one dies in the right way, they will be transformed into a demon after death.

If Shadow Demon Bayard hadn't reconciled with her and given up the Rage Mark, she would have been in this form. By continuing to develop and evolve the power of the Sin Mark, she would eventually become a Fire Demon.

The two beasts of sin that Aleister currently contracts are the sins of laziness and jealousy.

In other words, she shouldn't have the sin of rage at all...

...Could it be that the Fallen Angel attacked him? But if that were the case, wouldn't he be aware of his own sin of arrogance?

Or is this a characteristic of myself as the "Son of the Moon" who is filled with desires on the path of love?

(End of this chapter)