Chapter 821: Death of Valentine VIII
March 26th, Lionheart City.
The news of the Red Prime Minister Peng Bonazzi's death in battle had already reached Lionheart City before yesterday.
Pomponazzi's "children" were too closely connected with him on the path of love...so they all had some mystical connection based on the path of love, to a greater or lesser extent.
——When Pomponazzi died completely, all his "children" felt the same sensation at the same time.
If it's just one person, it might be an illusion.
But if everyone sensed it at the same time, then it would be unlikely to go wrong...
However, even though the evidence was conclusive, it still took them a whole day to gradually accept this unbelievable fact.
...Father is dead?
Could Pomponazzi actually die?
——That was the strongest Moon Child in the world! A great being only half a step away from the legendary "perfect man" realm!
Could this be another of his pranks, or some kind of conspiracy? Or perhaps he's already died once, but has been resurrected, lurking among us, searching for the child who didn't respect him enough...
When Pomponazzi was alive, they wished he were dead—because he was so controlling and rude. They were all powerful figures to outsiders, but they were like children to Pomponazzi. He would kick and shove them for no reason, and if things got out of hand, he might even eat them.
But now that Pomponazzi was really dead, they felt panic again.
Without Pomponazzi, how could they fight against the Ziggurat, whose Dark Aspect had awakened?
To put it another way... now that the trend of the Moon's Sons unifying is imminent, the fact that they can use the Moon's Sons of Xingtan as the main body is entirely due to Pomponazzi's favor. But now that Pomponazzi is dead, won't they become slaves to the Moon's Sons of foreign countries? The Moon's Sons there are completely different from these moderates!
The era of the red phase is over, what does this mean?
——It means that the era of Valentine VIII is also coming to an end.
In a panic, they wanted to find Count Leipzig to ask him for an explanation or at least a decision, only to find that he had also disappeared.
Through the positioning of the ritual, they were able to confirm that Count Leipzig was not dead - he had been staying in the Ziggurat and was in good health.
Then the Moon Children suddenly felt that they had learned the truth.
——Good boy, it’s you who betrayed your father!
After all, the Moon Children knew that the only person capable of swiftly killing the ever-vigorous ancestor, Pomponazzi, was the "Headmaster" of the Spiritual Tower. And he had barely woken up. Necromancy had inherent limitations against the Moon Children. If they were on the same level, and if they engaged in conspiracy or a surprise attack, Pomponazzi might be able to be killed...
As for the motive - it should be that Pomponazzi killed Valentine VII.
In fact, many of them strongly disagreed with Pomponazzi's behavior.
No matter what, at least they couldn't attack the king... The elves in the Theocracy wouldn't care about matters arising from internal power changes. Therefore, they could only use their own power to prevent the monarch from being assassinated.
Today, Pomponazzi killed Valentine VII. Does that mean the demonologists could kill Valentine VIII tomorrow? Then the day after tomorrow, the alchemists would poison Valentine IX. Finally, the necromancers would kill the rest and take them away. So, there wouldn't be a single Valentine left.
Once the bottom line is broken, the constraints of morality and rules will no longer exist.
When people realize that killing the king is the solution to many problems, the monarch's rule will become unstable. At that time, war and chaos will ensue... The Moon Children of Iris might be pleased with this, but they are all believers of the Feast Master... They only seek pleasure and do not want to touch such dangerous things.
They want wealth and pleasure, but don't want to take on work and responsibilities, so they can only depend on the monarch and exist as "aristocrats".
——But even if they know this won’t work, what can they do?
Do they still dare to give advice to Pomponazzi?
If Pomponazzi gets angry, he'll eat you alive.
Just when the Moon Children were in chaos, Professor Odwal Laxmi also learned the news from his lover and friend, Pomponazi's "daughter" Blood Coral.
"... Pomponazzi is dead?"
Professor Laxmi was stunned.
As a professor at the Ziggurat, he did not receive any information from the Ziggurat - he immediately knew that he was probably abandoned by the Ziggurat.
If nothing unexpected happens... he feels that Peng Bonanzi's death has something to do with him.
It was because he had passed on the information that Aleister was in Leipzig to Pomponazzi that Pomponazzi had rushed to Leipzig. Shortly thereafter, there was no news of either the Count of Leipzig or the First Prime Minister, Pomponazzi...
Currently, Moonchild is in disarray and leaderless, so no one has yet realized that there is something wrong with him. But I'm afraid this situation won't last long.
——So Professor Laxmi immediately started packing up and prepared to run away.
He didn't have much to bring with him, as most of it was in his suitcase. So he quickly went back to pack his things and rushed out with his suitcase.
As soon as he went out, he saw Blood Coral leaning quietly against the wall.
She was an extremely beautiful girl who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.
She had long, wavy crimson hair, delicate and deep features, and her crimson pupils shone brightly. She was now folding her arms across her chest, looking at him with a meaningful sidelong glance.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"...I plan to go back to the Ziggurat."
Professor Rahimi's face was expressionless, and he spoke in his signature calm, low voice.
But he subconsciously clenched the suitcase in his hand——
The suitcase's handle was made from a human thigh bone. Although it lacked the crucial spine and skull, holding the processed leg bone still provided some magical benefits.
But Blood Coral just sneered: "Really? Are you sure you can go back?"
"The principal has a gentle personality and won't bother with such mundane matters. Besides, my actions were already approved by the Dark Side."
Professor Laxmi said calmly.
"Perhaps."
Xue Shanhu said casually, "You may be able to return to the Ziggurat, but others will soon realize the role you played in your father's death. Some may be grateful to you, but many more will hate you. And the Son of the Moon is known to hold grudges."
"Can you promise that you'll never leave the Ziggurat again in your lifetime? If we don't run away now, by the time they realize what's happening... the ship won't be safe."
Professor Laxmi was a little surprised when he heard what Blood Coral said.
"'Others'..."
He repeated Blood Coral's words in a low voice.
Professor Laxmi was smart—he immediately realized what the blood coral was hinting at: "You want to leave Star Antimony?"
"I'm very beautiful," Xue Shanhu said without hesitation. "I should be the most beautiful among the Moon Children of Xingti, right?"
"Um."
Professor Laxmi nodded, then added, "Perhaps a little worse than Miss Aleister."
“…Yeah, alright.”
Xue Shanhu curled his lips in displeasure and spoke frankly, "What I mean is, now that my father is gone... I don't feel very safe staying in Xingbi. My brothers and sisters have long coveted me; my sister has always been hostile to me. Not to mention the foreign Moon Children... they are too cruel and brutal.
"If it fell into the hands of my brothers and sisters, the worst that could happen would be imprisonment in the basement. But if it fell into the hands of the Moon Child of Iris, they might brutally execute it.
"Xingti isn't worth keeping around anymore. If you want to run, take me with you. I'm very strong, and I can protect you as a teammate. By the way, where are you going?"
"...the Dwarven Mountains of the northern continent, the ancient Parthian Empire of the east. Although they are somewhat hostile to necromancers there, you can still find work there. Or you can go to the worshippers of Horus, the sun god, who are also proficient in necromancy. Otherwise, go to the southern continent. There will always be a place to go."
Professor Laxmi said without hesitation: "As long as it's not Avalon or Iris, you can pick one."
It was obvious that he had already prepared to run away.
"First, rule out the Parthian Empire and Horus. I don't want to be taken as a slave... The Horus people aren't very friendly to the Children of the Moon. Choose between the North and the South."
"Then let's go south," Professor Laxmi replied. "Trolls are easier to deal with than dwarves."
"Okay, let's go."
Xue Shanhu nodded without hesitation and replied, "The heavy snow outside is causing me great harm... You protect me as far as the port, and I'll find a boat to take us away. Do you have anyone else you need to take with you?"
Professor Rahimi's mind flashed with the face of Paul's child.
He asked hesitantly, "Where's Paul? That boy is your favorite blood servant, right? Aren't you going to take him with you?"
"are you sure?"
Xue Shanhu gave him a meaningful look. "I thought you'd want to spend some time alone with me... In that case, let's go pick up Paul first. With a child in hand, it will be easier to communicate with the southerners. Those trolls aren't that wary of children.
"--If you're stranded on a deserted island and can't find any food, this can serve as your food reserve, right? Necromancy is the art of utilizing corpses, right?"
"I wouldn't do anything like that."
Professor Raxmi said without hesitation.
"Indeed," Xue Shanhu said sarcastically, "After all, you prefer corpses to living people. If it weren't for your habit, I wouldn't dare to go with you."
Laxmi said nothing and just walked out with the box.
At this time, the young monarch Valentine VIII was staring blankly at the heavy snow outside the window.
His face was pale—
Just now, he had learned from his mother Louise the news of the death of his "godfather" Pomponazzi.
——No, didn’t you just push me to the position of king?
If you die...what will happen to me?
"The winter nights are long."
Louise whispered behind him, gently holding Valentine VIII in her arms: "I'm afraid this snow won't stop for a while."
"So, Mother?"
Valentine VIII's voice trembled slightly.
"This snow is filled with deathly energy. Those who die in it will become undead spirits. We can't fight Narcissus, and even Black Hawk might start a fight... The Spirit Tower probably won't intervene. Our first priority is to resolve the undead plague in Star Antimony, and that's likely going to be a lengthy process."
Louise's voice was gentle and patient: "Without my father's suppression... whether it is a society or an association, they will have some inappropriate thoughts.
"Mom's strength isn't that strong, and I can't protect you from so many people. If you want the Moon Child to continue protecting you, I'm afraid there will be some price to pay. Mom doesn't care, but you... are still human after all.
"You are not like us, who can draw strength and stability from that kind of pleasure."
"……so what?"
Valentine VIII sobbed, his voice a little sobbing.
Because he could already feel it—his mother was lying on his back, and her warm breath was already beating against the back of his neck.
It should have been a heartwarming scene, but now it made Valentine VIII feel cold all over.
"Originally, we should have waited a few more days, but now we can't. A monarch with so many weaknesses has far more negative implications than positive ones..."
As she spoke, Louise gently licked Valentine VIII's neck, as if disinfecting it with alcohol before an injection.
Her pupils shone bright red, and Valentine VIII, with his back to his mother, slowly shed tears.
"Grow up quickly, Lucien... and become a true child of the moon."
She whispered, but her eyes were not sad at all, but sparkling: "For yourself, and for the peace of Xingtan—
"Good night, little Lucien. I will wake you up in forty days."
After saying that, she bit Valentine VIII's neck and sucked his blood.
Even when Valentine VIII's limbs twitched and his legs kicked, she did not waver at all.
Louise simply held her own son down until he drank all his blood.
Then she bit her thumb.
"Watch over your people, Blood Sky Lord... and give them new life, just as I was born again..."
She recited in a low voice and dropped two drops of blood into Valentine VIII's eyes, then gently closed his open eyes.
"It is March 26th..."
Louise murmured softly, counting the days with some joy: "After forty nights, the newborn Moon Child will awaken."
Although at that time he could only move at night, could not be exposed to direct sunlight, and had to consume blood and phantoms every day... but in just forty days, he would become a complete Son of the Moon.
"—On May 5th, the king of this country will return to his place."
Louise whispered firmly, "Until then... let me fulfill his royal duties on his behalf."
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