Chapter 1050: If you can resist licking this, you are a god
When Aiwass summoned Aleister, Sherlock already understood his determination.
——That is the determination to never let someone go, even if it means killing someone by mistake.
Sherlock knew Aiwass well.
Aiwass is not a reckless and violent person...and if Aiwass made such a decision, it means that there may be some more pressing secrets behind this matter than the part he has already said.
Sherlock was curious about what it could be, but he wasn't going to waste precious time at this point.
To put it bluntly...it's just the Son of the Moon anyway.
Originally a monster that preyed on humans, they relied on usurping power to hide their identities and live in the Iris Kingdom. Furthermore, as Moon Children who believed in the Blood Sky Master, this group of Moon Children was even the most aggressive and aggressive.
Not to mention the Earl's son who is only a few months old - even if they were all killed, what would happen?
So Sherlock sorted out the information a little, wrote down the reasoning process and key data on paper, and then got on the carriage with Aiwas and Aleister.
He even glanced at the time before going out.
It is now 2:10 in the morning.
——The second batch of summary intelligence had not yet arrived, but Aiwass and Sherlock had already set off quietly.
They boarded a carriage with the Duke's emblem and sped through the deserted streets. Even though the Moon Children were accustomed to hunting at night, they did not dare to attack the carriage in the Duke's mansion.
A demonic creature that boasts of being a "perfect human embryo," believing itself to be more noble than humans, and preying on them for a living... is now fleeing in panic under the threat of mortal power. This is just as ridiculous as the Moon Child being able to use mortal power to command other humans.
They are too integrated into society—with new strengths and new weaknesses.
In the dead of night, apart from a few startled Moon Children who fluttered away like bats, there was hardly anyone to be seen. The empty streets seemed swallowed by darkness, and the carriages passed by at a rapid speed like shadows.
The curtains outside were tightly drawn, preventing anyone from outside from seeing who was inside the carriage. And the interior of the carriage was far from completely dark—the Iris nobles disliked the use of new, common electrical appliances like electric lights. Instead, the light source inside the carriage was a much more expensive alchemical light source, a scrap of the failed "artificial sun" technology.
Sherlock looked at Aleister with a subtle expression.
This black-haired little girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, had an unruly smirk on her face that gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It's like I've seen it somewhere before...
Her limbs were slender, pale, and fragile, and she wore a white robe, the style of a priestess from the Herasil Empire. Her long hair flowed like silk, and her scarlet eyes gave the impression of being drunk.
"What is... happening?"
He grumbled calmly, "Have you finally crossed the taboo and started turning living people into summons?"
Sherlock had seen Aiwass seal an earthbound spirit into a card before. It was a mysterious skill he had never heard of before, and it felt like an ability of the Path of Beauty, but Aiwass was a transcendent being of the Path of Dedication and Transcendence.
At that time, Sherlock suspected that Aiwass would seal people into the Tarot cards sooner or later.
"What are you talking about?" Aiwass patted Aleister on the head and said calmly, "It's not like you haven't seen it before."
“…I’ve seen it before?”
"This is Aleister, my other half."
Aiwass looked at Sherlock and said calmly, "You can think of her as another me..."
Aleister, who had been curling his hair with his fingers, smiled and said, "You can also think of me as another him—how about that, Great Detective?"
Listening to the familiar teasing tone of the "great detective"... Sherlock was finally able to determine what this thing was. In the past, Aiwass always teased him like this.
“…What a lunatic.”
Sherlock shook his head repeatedly: "Split another self and make it your own summon... This sounds like..."
He stopped talking here.
What would this be like?
Hengwo? Crown Master? Weizhe?
...Realizing that the big guys above him had also done the same thing, Sherlock suddenly didn't dare to speak.
At that moment, Aleister suddenly noticed something and looked towards the carriage's ceiling. Then Aiwass noticed it too, casting his gaze upwards. Meanwhile, Sherlock still hadn't noticed anything was wrong… only through their sight, he caught a glimpse of the subtle curve above the carriage.
——There’s someone up there.
Realizing this, Sherlock suddenly became nervous.
He gripped his cane tightly—it was the cane sword he had forged in Eagle Point Village, and it had been his most reliable weapon until now. It had been put away after Sherlock was imprisoned in the Duke's Mansion... and the Duke had returned it to Sherlock before Aiwass arrived.
But Aiwass and Aleister were not nervous.
Aiwass even reached out to lift the curtain and called out to the outside: "Do you really have to hang outside?"
"If there's thunder outside, you might act as a lightning rod."
Aleister added with a smile.
"...Are you saying I'm prone to lightning?"
Yasen's helpless voice came from outside.
He dove in with incredible agility, sliding into the carriage from the roof. Embracing the damp, chilly night air, he sat down next to Sherlock, causing Sherlock to instantly show a look of disdain and squirm towards the corner.
"Why are you here?"
Sherlock asked.
"Shouldn't I have come?"
Yassen asked back.
"You shouldn't have," Sherlock said ruthlessly, "You're just holding us back."
"Hi..."
Yasen said with a bitter face, "Please be considerate of me. Dad told me to come here to help and not bring shame to the family... and for that, he even gave me this."
As he spoke, Yasen lifted up his coat and showed the blue-gray dagger on his waist to the others.
"oh……"
The three people present exclaimed in unison, obviously recognizing it.
"The Sword of Vendôme."
Sherlock murmured, "Can they even give you something like this?"
"Angelique is more or less the head of the family today."
Yasen said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with me taking it?"
And Aleister couldn't help but say: "Sarastro - that's the name of the sword, right?"
“…Exactly.”
Yasen looked up in surprise: "You actually knew that?"
When he was lying on the car before, he had already heard the conversation in the car, so he also knew the true identity of this little girl - the incarnation of Pope Aiwass.
This made Yasen, who knew a little about theological stories, stand in awe.
According to his understanding of mythology, those who can do such things are the biggest of the big guys!
What does this indicate?
This means that Aiwass must be the future god!
If you can please the gods, you might even be able to become an apostle! Your soul doesn't have to be "recycled" but can live forever after death...
Anyone who sees this and doesn’t lick it twice must be a god!
(End of this chapter)
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