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Chapter 765: Lanchi and Sigurei's Journey, Once Again (Part 2)
Chapter 765: Lanchi and Sigurei's Journey, Once Again (Part 2)
And he would surely deliver on his words, treating demons and humans equally.
"Are you complimenting me or insulting me?" Lanchi asked, judging from Talia's emotions that she was probably complimenting him.
But the way she phrased it sounded like an insult.
"I'm complimenting you, truly complimenting you this time," Talia reluctantly and helplessly admitted.
What she liked most about Lanchi was that he didn't have double standards.
Perhaps it was when she saw him say, "Don't discriminate against the Demon Tribe," to Shuberian in the Shadow World recording that she began to see Lanchi in a different light and made an effort to understand him.
However, she found him annoying in every other way.
Talia added a mental patch to prevent Lanchi from misunderstanding her.
"I also believe that there are good people among the blood tribe," Lanchi added, sharing his true thoughts with Talia.
He wouldn't label all individuals based on their race, but the blood tribe members he had encountered so far all had some bad habits that seemed impossible to change.
Ending the war at an appropriate time, with the blood tribe and the Honing Empire paying the price for the war, would minimize casualties.
A defeated nation was infinitely more valuable than a scorched wasteland.
This was already the best possible outcome for the Blood Moon Calamity.
A relatively perfect ending.
As Lanchi chatted with Talia, he carefully broke the crystal seal on Caliyera's letter.
The first order of business in the Shadow World was to read Caliyera's letter.
Lanchi was also eager to hear from his old friend after such a long time.
A pale blue magic power suddenly rose from the letter, swirling in the air and forming the words of the Demon Tribe.
"My nameless friend,
My dear friend, I hope this letter finds you well.
The season of dancing snowflakes has arrived, and I hope you are keeping warm and safe from the cold.
As for me, life has been peaceful since we last parted ways.
Thanks to you and your companions, we were able to repel the Blood Tribe and the Honing Empire, and for that, I offer my sincere gratitude.
I had intended to write to you earlier, but I felt awkward sending a letter without any pressing matter to discuss.
I didn't want to disturb you.
Please forgive me.
Caliyera's handwriting was even more elegant and graceful than he had imagined.
And the magic power it contained was still as domineering as a ninth-tier powerhouse.
"'Nameless'? Only Caliyera would address me like that," Lanchi said to Talia as he flipped through the pages.
Other demons during this period would probably refer to him as Blacksun.
Only a very close friend who knew him from the beginning would continue to use the original name they had called him.
"There's a barrier spell on this letter. If it weren't for you, it probably wouldn't have appeared at all," Talia analyzed, her fingers gently brushing the paper.
Like the first time she touched the gem of Caliyera's Shadow Weave, she felt an unexpected connection to this magic power, as if it could merge with her body.
"I'm sorry to have disappointed you. Six years ago, I failed to protect the Demon King's City."
The words at the top of the next page made Lanchi pause.
"Fortunately, you arrived in time and saved that child once again. She is our last hope for breaking through Blood Moon City.
But I lost to the third ancestor of the Blood Tribe, Duke Lashiel, and my soul has long since shattered.
The power I gave you back then was the last of my life source.
I knew I was no longer of use, and you still had a long journey ahead of you.
Carrying this body, I used these years to stabilize the situation in the Demon World and left you a gift that you can choose whether or not to accept."
Lanchi's breath became unsteady.
Flipping through the letter, Lanchi quickly reached the last page.
"By the time you come to the Demon World, I may have already fallen into the gentle embrace of the Great Demon Trial."
"I gave my final source of soul to Lady Esmode, so that she could safely give birth to her child. If one day in the future, you happen to meet the child of the Mist Duke and the Night Duke, perhaps you will be able to sense each other, as you both carry my magic within you."
"If you ever feel lost, come to the Demon World."
"I believe that if it's you, you will surely find the answers."
"This new journey will begin in the land you protect, and I hope you will continue to love the Demon World."
"Farewell."
"–Caliera, the Fallen"
She ended the letter with a rather cheerful tone.
Holding the letter, Lanchi couldn't bring himself to let go for a long time.
As someone from another era, he knew that Caliera's ultimate fate was to become a participant in the Great Demon Trial, eventually falling into the gentle embrace of oblivion.
But he never expected to personally experience such a farewell in this era.
"Lanchi, this is still the Shadow World. Caliera's death is set in stone, so don't be sad."
Talia comforted Lanchi, knowing that he and Caliera shared a bond of friendship and had fought side by side.
Hearing the news of Caliera's demise couldn't have been easy for him.
"It's fate... Caliera..."
Lanchi murmured Talia's words, his voice tinged with hesitation.
"Death...?"
The idea seemed to unsettle him.
If Caliera was truly gone, then the Demon World he knew might be completely different from what he imagined.
An eerie and unsettling feeling permeated Lanchi's mind.
It was as if an irresistible force of destiny was telling him that something was amiss with this timeline.
He inhaled the chilly winter air of Helsalem, the capital of Spectralance.
Even if it was just for a moment.
In that instant.
In a moment of mental weakness, a sea of blood rushed towards him, filling the Audience Chamber where he sat, accompanied by a deafening roar.
Illusions and blood-red bubbles invaded his vision, engulfing the entire space of the Audience Chamber.
And then, he opened his eyes again.
Piercing blizzard winds howled through the city streets, burying broken walls, severed limbs, and pools of blood under the endless snow.
The biting wind and snow stung his skin.
Where was he? The palace of Necca? It was dark and blanketed in white, dotted with the glaring scarlet of blood-red flowers, obscuring all clarity.
The once bustling central square of Necca Island was now deserted, and the merciless snow buried all traces of the tragedy, carrying away the mournful cries of the fallen souls, never to be remembered again.
"Six years ago...?"
Even with his consciousness nearly frozen, Lanchi could guess the approximate timeframe of this battle.
The war between the Honing Empire and the allied forces must have reached its climax.
Even if they lost, the Demon World would be the last place to fall to the Blood Tribe.
According to the records of the Holy Spectralance Theocracy, the northern human nations were on the brink of collapse, several Beastman city-states had been annihilated by the Blood Tribe, the Evernight Lands had become dangerous, and communication with the human nations from the Demon World had been completely cut off.
He was surrounded by darkness, unable to see his hand in front of his face.
Sirens wailed, people screamed, and the sound of demons being gutted filled the night as the city of Necca fell into a panic under the onslaught of the blizzard.
In the pitch blackness, Lanchi sensed movement ahead.
He could only move forward, step by step.
Until a faint moonlight illuminated the long stone corridor of the Necca Palace once more.
He felt goosebumps all over his body as he stared at the scene before him in dismay.
Caliera lay on the ground, her eyes devoid of life, her body soaked in blood.
And a young figure stood before him, his face lit up with frenzied delight as he gazed at Lanchi, his mouth and cheeks smeared with blood.
["Black Sun Duke, do you, the loser, still dare to face me?"](
The voice of the third ancestor, Duke Lashiel, echoed all around him, filled with nightmarish glee.
The voice grew louder, the buzzing and chaos threatening to tear his eardrums, and his consciousness sped up, pulling him into a twisted void tunnel beyond the speed of sound and light—
"..."
A bright light flashed before Lanchi's eyes, and everything fell silent.
As his vision refocused, he saw only the pure white Audience Chamber and Talia's angelic face filled with concern.
"Lanchi, are you alright?"
Talia, sensing something amiss in the Audience Chamber, appeared and shook Lanchi's shoulders.
Lanchi had suddenly frozen, unresponsive.
No matter how she called out to him, he didn't react.
So, she summoned herself to his side.
"Talia..."
Lanchi snapped back to reality, his breathing steadying.
"It's... it's nothing."
Lanchi replied, as if waking from a dream.
He now understood a part of the task objective, "Understand Lanclos' state of mind."
Whether in the original timeline or the shadow world he had diverged, the third ancestor, Lashiel, had inflicted an irreversible negative status on Lanclos during their battles.
And throughout this process, he would intermittently witness the pain that Lanclos couldn't let go of.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
Talia lifted her hair, leaned in, and removed Lanchi's mask, placing her hand on his forehead.
Mental strain caused by illusion-type spirit magic often led to a high fever, causing temporary cognitive impairment.
"I'm fine, it's just a ninth-tier spirit-type negative status. It's like carbonated water to me."
Lanchi quickly leaned back, avoiding Talia as he rested against the throne.
"Is it really?"
Talia drew out the words, hands on her hips as she sized him up.
Seeing Lanchi so spirited, he seemed to be truly unaffected.
But Lanchi seemed to look down on spiritual magic.
She didn't believe her spiritual magic could control Lanchi.
"Pft."
Lanchi, who was initially caught off guard by Talia's sudden closeness, was made to laugh by her heart's voice.
Talia sometimes had a strange sense of confidence and humor.
"..."
Talia frowned slightly,
"If I were to use enchanting magic on you like my sister, would you be unaffected?"
As she spoke, she placed her hand under her chin and blew a kiss at Lanchi.
Iphatia told her that this would definitely work.
"..."
Lanchi suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being hard-controlled for a second.
His whole body felt uncomfortable.
"You win."
He admitted.
Talia's spiritual magic was indeed effective.
The brief joke time cheered him up.
Lanchi clutched the letter in his hand and squeezed it again, as if there was something more to it.
He then turned to the last page of the third sheet.
As the last of Caliera's handwriting was deciphered, the mysterious letter suddenly floated up from Lanchi's hand, turning into starlight.
The blue magic power flowed slowly, circling his wrist with a strange warmth, dispelling the chill around him for a moment.
After a while, the magic gradually dissipated, blending into the solemn air of the Audience Chamber.
The letter turned into silver-white dust in the air, like the first snow, falling onto the red carpet.
As expected, at the end of the letter, there was also an invitation.
On it was written -
[Letter of Appointment for the Principal of the Inferno Pasqual Corridor]
"The Inferno Corridor Academy?"
Lanchi held it up, looking at this letter that felt like an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time under the light of the Audience Chamber.
"At the end of the story, are we going back to the beginning again?"
He murmured.
"Corridor, corridor, don't you feel that from the moment you first stepped into the Inferno Corridor Academy, it was destined that one day you would go back there?"
Talia leaned against the papal throne with her arms crossed, saying to him.
At the end of the letter, Caliera mentioned that she had left a gift for Nameless.
So this invitation was probably Caliera's way of leaving a treasure that couldn't be mentioned at the school in Inferno City Pasqual.
"Can you guess what Caliera might have left behind?"
Lanchi turned to Talia beside him.
As a native of the old Demon Tribe, Talia would be more familiar with the secrets and traditions of the Demon Tribe.
"I've always been very interested in that school."
Talia, seeing that Lanchi was sincerely seeking her advice, didn't take offense at his choice of words and began to explain,
"In the Demon World, all designs related to corridors, inversions, and infinity are connected to the Hanging Duke, Taberius."
The first time she saw Lanchi going to the ancient Demon World Academy on the screen in the Ikelite Academy, she knew that this school used one of the most classic and ancient artistic styles of their Demon Tribe.
"..."
Lanchi nodded in understanding at Talia's words.
The mysterious Inferno Corridor, even in the Blood Moon Badlands era of the Demon World, could not be traced back to its origins, and it could not be ruled out that the building itself was the work of Taberius, an artisan of the Demon Tribe, tens of millions of years ago.
So the Great Demon Trial of Hellrom Prison's negative sixth floor, [The Inverted Path of the Afterlife], had a corridor style similar to that of the Inferno Corridor Academy.
As Lanchi thought, Talia continued to stare at him.
"It seems like you've gained another status."
She reminded him.
This time, the status was surprisingly easy to identify.
Talia immediately figured out the answer.
[The Final Comfort]
[Category: Buff State]
[Grade: Epic]
[Attribute: Illusion]
[Tier: 9]
[Caliera's protection for you.]
She shared all of this with Lanchi through their shared consciousness.
"..."
Lanchi sat in place for a while, then stood up and straightened himself, giving a victory sign that didn't quite fit his papal identity,
"Alright, let's get to work now!"
He walked towards the communication magic device and pressed the crystal stone.
This trip to the Demon World seemed inevitable, and only by returning to the Demon World could he figure out many things. According to this clue, Shuberian was most likely in the Demon World at this moment as well.
At this moment, just like back then! Since he had to go to the Demon World again, and this time it was winter in December, not summer, the Evernight Lands would be even more dangerous.
Then he had to go and find that person again.
Not long after.
Elm, the High Judge, knocked on the door of the Audience Chamber again and entered after receiving the Pope's permission.
"Your Majesty, did you summon me?"
The High Judge bowed respectfully, his tone humble.
"I want to find Sigurei."
Lanchi said concisely.
Sigurei had been adopted and raised by the St. Pulant Church's orphanage since she was young, so she was essentially a member of the Church.
Elm should know her whereabouts, and twelve years ago, it was Elm's secretary who helped Prime Minister Wilford find this excellent coachman who knew the route to the Evernight Lands.
"..."
Elm was taken aback, not expecting the Pope to suddenly want to find Sigurei at this moment. He soon regained his composure and wore a nostalgic expression,
"Sister Sigurei has been living in the orphanage on the outskirts of Helsalem ever since you brought her back. It's been a long time since you last visited her."
(End of Chapter)
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