Chapter 47 is shipped!
Glass Island, White Queen.
On the second floor of the all-white Brown Hotel, a well-dressed and well-mannered young gentleman was leisurely eating a freshly fried steak in his room.
At his table stood a maid in spirit form. She possessed a pure white, translucent body and appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a similar attire to the Fox, a white clerical robe without a mitre. The only physical part of her body was her spine, so through her translucent white body, the pale color of her spine could barely be seen.
Suddenly, the girl leaned over and whispered something in the gentleman's ear. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.
The gentleman, as if he had heard something, raised his eyebrows, pulled out a pure gold pocket watch inlaid with gemstones, and opened it.
"It's almost over."
He looked at the time, put it away, and then stuffed the remaining piece of steak into his mouth.
He chewed with all his might, the meat oozing out juices. Some of the tough tendons crackled, but since he had good teeth, he managed to break the meat down and swallow it.
The young gentleman murmured with a mixture of satisfaction and reluctance, "I really can't bear to part with such a young and healthy body..."
at the same time.
In the gentleman's room downstairs, the room was being cleaned slowly and intermittently. The maid who looked like a newsboy sighed with some worry.
"It's finally over... This was torture. It was horrible."
Sherlock, who was hiding in the abandoned chemical plant with Lulu, had nothing in common with the princess, so they maintained a polite and somewhat awkward silence.
He focused on watching the sun gradually rise to its highest point in the sky, and suddenly said, "It's almost time."
"What?"
Lulu, holding the child, asked subconsciously, then immediately reacted and perked up: "Is the ceremony about to end?"
"There are still four survivors. Those two survived until the end."
Sherlock whispered, "'Bone Sculptor'... Lars Graham? I'll check him out."
"If it's not—don't say it was me who said it!"
Lulu whispered nervously.
The newsboy sighed.
"My respected Princess," he said lazily, "normally, even if I told him, he wouldn't know it was you. The one I know is 'Lulu', not 'Isabelle du Lac'."
“…Huh?” Lulu, who was trying her best to play the role of “Anne Alexander”, suddenly opened her eyes wide when her real name was suddenly revealed.
"Master Janice, you're being rather irresponsible. Although there's no penalty for failing the first advancement ritual, and given your dignity, you're not afraid of having your true identity revealed, I still think it's important to teach you some common sense in advance. Not all setbacks are meaningful—especially since you've endured quite a few."
The newsboy tugged at his cap, lowered his head, and said calmly, "I will report every detail of this ceremony to Her Majesty. This includes the unusual difficulty of this ceremony, the information on the Bone Sculptor, the Knight, the Fox, and Coco, and what happened between you and Mr. Fox. And of course, the mistakes you made during this ceremony—I have memorized them all, to the last detail."
"That's fine this time. But please remember... starting from the second advancement ritual, failure and death during the ritual will come at a price.
"I am one of the very few who have transcended the path of wisdom in Avalon. If nothing unexpected happens, Her Majesty the Queen may entrust me to advance alongside you and protect you during the ceremony. I hope that when we meet next time, you can correct your naivete a little."
Having said that, the newsboy looked into Anne Alexander's somewhat stunned and flustered eyes and pondered for a moment.
He then added, "I will try to investigate the real identity of 'Fox' for you. But don't expect too much. My priorities for the next while will be 'Sweater Brotherhood' and 'Bone Sculpture'."
"...Eh? Well, thank you, Mr. Sherlock..."
Although Lulu didn't know when she was exposed, it wasn't surprising that the famous Mr. Sherlock Hermes discovered her true identity. So she wasn't too shocked.
But when Sherlock said he would help her investigate the "fox", she felt a little embarrassed. However, she did not refuse.
Seeing this, Sherlock sighed again and said nothing more.
At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes - it was the pure white light that burst out when the world collapsed and disintegrated.
A series of ever-changing images appeared before the eyes of all the participants in the ceremony, including those who were dead and those who were still alive.
The young pastor with black hair and blue eyes placed his hand on the back of the child's neck, his palm radiating light;
The young inspector, severely wounded and ripped open by an iron hook, stood with his back to the fleeing civilians. The dagger in his hand, a symbol of the authority of the law, glowed with pure white light, and he remained standing.
The dark green Water Demon's claws tightly grasped the Iron Hook Demon, hissing and emitting white smoke. The Iron Hook Demon's face was ferocious, and it seemed to be shouting something at the top of its voice.
A bone staff was thrown into the air and burst into a dim yellow glow. Pure white smoke emerged from it, enveloping the staff and forming a translucent ghost of a girl with a blurred face.
The youth pastor took a paper cutter and slit his own throat with it with determination and fearlessness;
A dark-skinned fat man, his head gripped by a pale, withered right hand, the fat on his face and his frightened, trembling eyes leaking out from between the fingers;
Anne Alexander held the still sleeping little Aiwass in her arms in the sunset, her face revealing a look of sadness and strength.
——The next moment, the scene before my eyes, along with the entire world around me, began to turn into sand.
Everything before my eyes vanished like flying sand.
The sand flew into the air, then rose against the current and was sucked back into the body by the giant glowing hourglass.
Aiwass regained consciousness and sorted out his mixed emotions. He decided to at least ask indirectly before jumping to any conclusions.
After all, the information given during the ceremony may not be completely correct... right?
...But having said that, he actually had a similar guess in his mind a long time ago.
This is also expected.
Aiwass sighed and looked up, only to find himself back in his original "Faceless Priest" form, still sitting in his large, frightening chair.
But there was no longer darkness before his eyes, nor were there the other eight chairs and the other eight participants in the ceremony.
But it is bright.
Just like when he first advanced, it was a bright world without any shadows.
A series of light curtains fell rapidly before my eyes. They were Aiwass's settlement points:
[Required tasks completed (points: 600)]
[Self-preservation: Ensure your own survival (unfinished)]
[The Heart is a Sanctuary: Do not choose to hide in the Candlemas Cathedral, and take the initiative to go to the Legal Plaza (Points: 100)]
[My Unforgettable Nature: Saving the Dying (Points: 100)]
[Once and for all: Find and kill the murderer (Points: 500)]
My Favorite Jasmine: Ensure the survival of your wife, Anne Alexander (500 points)
[Live Longer: Survive as long as possible among the nine ritualists, or die as late as possible (Points: 100)]
[The beginning of everything: Find the mastermind (points: 1000)]
【Total points: 2900, ranked first】
The familiar figure of a stag, as transparent and pure as a ruby, appeared again in the distance.
His blood dripped onto the ground, igniting red flaming footprints.
He approached Aiwass again and gently licked Aiwass's cheek.
The black thorns on His neck pierced Aiwass's cheek, leaving an almost invisible wound from which black blood oozed.
Three words appeared in front of Aiwas's eyes again.
[Light Affinity LV1 (Blue): You were wounded by the Sin Thorn of the Candlestick, and from this you gained a glimpse into the essence of light.]
Before he could see if there were any expansion entries in the remaining two lines, the two blue and white words were completely burned by the black flames.
Two rays of purple light shone and overflowed, emitting a heavy humming sound.
This extremely familiar voice made Aiwas open his eyes wide and perk up instantly.
——Shipped!
It shipped after the first advancement!
Still two!
...Could it be that the points ranking really determines the quality of shipments?
This is a setting that is not in the game...but it actually makes more sense.
But this seems more like a setting that should have existed originally, but was cut out for fairness...
Aiwass opened his eyes wide and saw two rare purple entries:
[Vessel of Burning and Radiance (Purple): Light is born from fire, and fire floats on light. Your soul is nourished by both.]
[Fouled Light LV1 (Purple): No light is truly pure, just like the human heart. You attempt to imbue your own light with a potent poison.]
(End of this chapter)
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