Chapter 87 Leave Something Behind: I Want the Storm to Be More Free
This matter will not benefit anyone if it drags on, except for a certain leader who is far away.
The Second Prince was also worried that, just as the main body could sense the eyes, the eyes of the Son of God would also react to his presence.
With his eyes in that old geezer's hands, the Son of God has already returned to the Harlin Empire, and he will surely sense it.
So after only one night, the Second Prince, knowing that there was no time to lose, went out early the next morning with his maids and servants to meet Mihir at the Beauty House.
"Beautiful servants" means to be served by beautiful women, and the "Beautiful Servants' House" is the largest brothel in the capital city, with the most beautiful women. The Second Prince's reputation is well-known, so his swaggering arrival at this place won't arouse suspicion.
But Knight Commander Mihir was too upright and reserved; he almost never came to such places. So much so that he had to disguise himself to avoid attracting attention when he came.
"I haven't figured it out yet." The Second Prince, lounging lazily on the soft chaise lounge, looked up and bit into a grape that a maid had brought him. As he chewed, he glanced sideways at the Son of God sitting in front of him, being dressed and groomed.
He said, "The residents of this town have never treated you kindly, so why are you willing to come back? For the sake of all living beings? For the greater good? Are all gods as saintly as you?"
The son of the god was dressed in the same pink and white dress as the maids, and his long hair was braided into a thin braid, tied at the back of his head, and adorned with fresh flowers.
The palace was already heavily guarded, and the severe injuries inflicted on the Storm Leader in the first episode were truly terrifying. The old man was terrified and made things even more stringent. Now, the outer perimeter of the castle is surrounded by layers upon layers of barriers and guards.
The warlocks have been replaced three times.
The shapeshifting potion loses its effectiveness when the person gets close, so the Second Prince can only choose the simplest method—disguise—to have a chance of smuggling the person into the palace.
The Son of God remained calm as he listened to the Second Prince's slightly sarcastic remarks.
He had struggled with this question countless times. Faced with the trap set for him by the divine being, his instinct was naturally to resist.
During his six years of imprisonment, he suffered greatly, both physically and mentally. He also knew very well who was responsible for this suffering, and Reinhard was initially unwilling to return to die for them.
But he could understand what 'he', as a god, did. If he hadn't met Buster and the others, Reinhardt didn't even doubt that he would have done the same.
Then, he began to think about things anew.
His death was inevitable, and the time left for him was extremely limited. If he stayed with Buster and spent that time on fleeting pleasures, he might gain happiness, more memories, and more beautiful things, but the effect of purifying the evil spirits would greatly diminish his selfish desires.
In the new world, demons, like gods, are nothing but empty shells with a sliver of residual power. This power is not difficult to eliminate; humanity now possesses sufficient strength to deal with it.
But the evil hidden deep within the Harlin Empire is like a new beginning. If it is not eradicated, it may become the new dominant force in the future.
The dragon castle in the Snow Kingdom, corrupted by the Demon Eye, serves as a cautionary tale; if left unchecked, the entire world will become like that.
During his travels, Reinhard experienced the vastness of the world and the beauty of freedom. Although he couldn't see the colors of everything, everything left its mark on his heart.
Reinhardt did not want these beautiful things to vanish into thin air in the future, a future where he did not exist. Nor did he want his loved ones, his companions, to suffer in a filth.
He wanted to leave something behind; he always had to leave something behind.
After much deliberation, Reinhardt decided to leave them a clean and peaceful world.
So he went to Madonna and asked her to help him contact the inside man who was breaking into the prison, to get a drug that could put Buster to sleep, and to set a destination.
Then he received everything he wanted, and the tears that fell for him.
The warmth of that tear still lingered in his palm. Reinhardt silently clenched his fist, feeling as if he had grasped a fulcrum.
“I’m not that selfless.” Perhaps because he was facing strangers, or perhaps because they would never cross paths with him again, Reinhardt, who had learned to speak, was willing to reveal some of his innermost thoughts to them.
"I just want the storm to be freer."
Mihir's pupils twitched slightly.
The Second Prince clapped his hands twice in a mocking manner, and for reasons unknown, he slowly said in a tone that seemed both sarcastic and genuinely admiring, "I can't be as pure as you."
“Let’s go.” He stood up and said to the veiled son of the gods, “The old geezer seems to have sensed danger approaching. The number of guards on patrol has increased significantly these past two days. We must return before dark.”
After saying that, he swaggered out the door.
"Oh, right." As he reached the door, he turned back and said to the maid who had changed clothes with Reinhardt, "Don't bully him. I'll take you back later."
The maid covered her mouth and laughed, "I'm not that mean. Only you would do something like that."
Mihir's ears turned bright red instantly, and he lowered his head even further.
The palace security was indeed as tight as the Second Prince had described; Reinhardt, disguised as a maid, felt her carriage had been stopped at least six times. If it weren't for the Second Prince's status, she probably wouldn't have been able to enter the palace so easily.
The carriage swayed and lurched as it drove into an unknown place. Suddenly, the smiling Second Prince spoke, his voice carrying a caution that only Reinhard could sense.
"Can you sense the direction of the eyes?"
The sentence sounded very familiar, and Reinhardt regretted that he was never able to give the other party a positive reply.
He nodded and said to the Second Prince, "Alright."
Not only could he, he could even sense the location of the eyes.
But there was a major problem: from the moment he entered the palace, Reinhardt felt a foul, oppressive stench permeating the air around him. It was similar to that of Dragon Castle, but not as intense.
Reinhardt knew that if things continued this way, the entire city would soon fall.
He put it succinctly: "Many people are polluted, but the pollution inside is greater and more severe than outside."
For example, when Reinhardt saw the passing guards, he noticed that almost half of their bodies were black.
That wasn't enough, Reinhardt added: "Your guards have also been tainted, including yourself. Your knight commander is also affected, but he's less corrupted than any of you."
...
Even if he was just threatening himself, it still sounds unpleasant.
It seemed that the situation was more serious than he had imagined. The Second Prince's expression darkened slightly, realizing that this matter was urgent.
He sighed and leaned against the window of the swaying carriage. He gently lifted the lace curtains, and the Second Prince gazed into the distance.
"Even if we know where your eyes are, it will be difficult. We must find the key first."
The son of the god, dressed as a maid, shook his head.
"It doesn't need to be that complicated. You just need to put me in the closest possible position."
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