Chapter 729 The progressive atmosphere of rage

Combined with the abnormal rage she had felt before... she finally fully understood Prince Szijjártó's thinking.

If she truly was such a child of the moon...if she had the intention to kill under such circumstances, she might never be able to return. She had maintained her purity and kindness until now, but if she broke the rules once, her depravity would quickly change.

This is what is called the broken window effect.

"I need to protect the purity of that child's 'tombstone'."

Prince Szijjártó said seriously, "She was so young, and she became the Child of the Moon. I don't even know what kind of suffering she has gone through...

"...Even if you are just another person who has obtained her memories and appearance, at least you know how difficult it was for her back then."

"He clearly hates the Moon Child, yet he actively protects her... What a hypocritical and complicated man."

Aleister sneered, "Indeed, she is indeed a difficult girl...

"—She was once a blood slave, number 14. Do you understand what I mean?"

“…I understand.”

Prince Szijjártó looked even more distressed.

It was clearly not his fault, but he inexplicably felt guilty.

...Maybe this guy is a saint?

"Have you ever considered trying the path of devotion?"

Aleister smiled and said, "Maybe you're unexpectedly good at it."

"There's no need to mock me like that."

Prince Szijjártó glanced at Aleister and replied calmly, "I simply wish to resolve the crisis in Leipzig, and perhaps you share the same goal. I will rescue you from the trap that led to your downfall, and as the one in the prophecy, you will help me rescue others from the conspiracy... Our deal is concluded."

"Want to make a deal with me?"

Aleister gave a malicious and sarcastic smile and uttered a cute voice, "But I'm just an ignorant child. How can I know if you're taking advantage of me, big brother?"

"...I'll reward you."

"Anyone can write a bad check."

"I'll pay you in advance."

Prince Szijjártó said without hesitation, "Please make an offer."

"How generous."

Aleister sighed, “But I haven’t decided what to order yet…

"...How about a 'promise'? As for the specifics, I'll tell you when the final payment is due."

"Want to swear? Okay."

Szijjártó extended two fingers, pointed them at the sky from his temples, and said calmly, "I swear to the Silver Crown Dragon that I will fulfill a reasonable promise to Miss Aleister."

Seeing him swear so quickly, Aleister couldn't help but laugh. "Won't you just stop stalling? Who knows, even if you didn't make this deal with me, I would have resolved the crisis in Leipzig anyway?"

"If you really want to do this, then use this agreement as a thank you afterwards."

Szijjártó didn't react at all.

Aleister raised his eyebrows and added sugar to the black tea in front of him spoonful by spoonful. "It sounds like... you like this city very much. Tell me, what should I do? Or do you have any clues so far?"

What she said was true—even if Szijjártó hadn't proposed this deal, she had no intention of letting go of the guy who dared to bewitch her mind.

Aleister's imaginary enemies included the Fallen Angels, so she was quite wary of this aspect - the Sin Card itself was made by stealing the power of the Fallen Angels. What if that guy really forced the Sin Mark on Aleister and attracted the Fallen Angels' attention?

"You said you inspected the White Dove Opera House, right? Since you came to inspect it, it means that this matter has been going on for some time... So what did you find?"

Aleister tapped the ceramic teacup with his spoon, making a crisp sound, as if reminding the waiter to serve the food.

"A big, complicated ceremony—that's all I can see."

Prince Szijjártó replied, “The radiation range is centered on the White Pigeon Opera House and spreads outward in all directions.

"The earliest incident occurred a week ago... An old professor, usually kind, was explaining a problem to a student. When his explanation failed to make sense, he flew into a rage and crushed the student's head with a spell.

"He almost immediately regretted the incident and turned himself in. He believed he was simply too angry and lost control of his emotions... The police at the time simply believed that the students were so outrageous that they drove the old professor crazy. The incident was reported in the news and sparked public discussion.

"A day after this incident, a similar incident occurred. This was also a designer who was usually known for his gentle manner. When designing a logo for his employer, he became furious because repeated attempts to communicate with him failed. In a rage, he used his extraordinary ability of the Path of Beauty to fold his terrified boss, who was fleeing, into the logo.

"But he chose to flee rather than surrender. However, he was quickly caught up and killed by demonologists... According to subsequent investigations, while the employer's request was somewhat... foolish, it was also a relatively common one. The designer was experienced and would surely know how to handle such an order.

"A day after that incident, a third case occurred. This was actually the first case that alerted us to the problem. It was a mother who was teaching her six-year-old child to read Elvish poetry to learn Elvish. The child was learning slowly, so the mother suddenly screamed and broke the child's neck.

"It was only then that the police department finally realized the problem and combined the two previous incidents into one case."

"It sounds like an act of rage that 'exists only in imagination'."

Aleister raised his eyebrows and gave a precise assessment: "And it sounds like the security here is pretty good?"

"That's why I want to protect Leipzig."

Szijjártó nodded, his expression unwavering as he sarcastically remarked, "At least here, we won't see demonologists cursing alchemists in the streets, nor will we see alchemists burning down demonologists' gathering places."

"But after that, you never know, right?"

Aleister's lips curled up slightly. "If things continue like this, sooner or later you'll see the 'clash of characteristics' from other parts of Star Antimony."

She paused, her tone becoming subtle: "Wait, you don't think that the disputes in other places on Xingti are also..."

"...Of course not. I'm not some naive boy who lives in a palace and knows nothing. I know how the conflict between alchemists and demonologists came about... and I know we're currently powerless to resolve it."

Szijjártó shook his head with a complicated expression. “But Leipzig is a special case—the conflict between alchemists and demonologists is largely due to ‘lack of money,’ and the root cause is the viciousness and treachery of those goblin merchants who are focused on making money.

"And Count Leipzig has funded all the talented individuals with a large amount of funds, which means these extraordinary people have no motivation to conflict with each other in Leipzig... This is also the fundamental reason why the City of Knowledge Leipzig has become the most prosperous and peaceful city on the planet."

Aleister raised an eyebrow, understanding.

Prince Szijjártó is, in a sense, a pessimist.

He clearly understood the causes of all the chaos, and therefore didn't believe there was a solution to the situation on Star Antimony. He didn't intend to be a paperhanger, nor did he intend to become a wise ruler leading people out of their slump. He simply wanted to hide away in a city that would bring him comfort... the most prosperous, peaceful, and culturally advanced city of all, Leipzig.

And now, chaos has also occurred in Leipzig.

This was something Prince Szijjártó could not tolerate.

If the definition of "home" is a place where people can relax and rest, then in a sense... this place is more like his home than a palace.

Aleister realized the importance of this matter to Szijjártó, so she became a little more serious.

"By the way—is the frequency once a day?"

"Yes, once a day. But not just one person per day... From the fourth day on, the people who fell into rage became a group. And today..."

Szijjártó was silent for a moment, then said, "Today's 'chaos' hasn't happened yet."

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