Chapter 146
He was completely unaware of how terrifying he was at that moment, and was even smiling.
In the eyes of everyone present, shrouded in darkness, he walked forward slowly, a whip in hand, ready to slaughter lives.
In that instant, time vanished.
The Clock Tower prides itself on being the pinnacle of contemporary Magecraft, yet he did nothing.
As they walked and watched, it was neither Mystic Eyes nor Evil Eye; it was simply the difference in strength that crushed everything the Fairy girl had.
It felt as if his entire body had been crushed in one go; his breathing stopped, and his blood flow ceased.
Every cell remained motionless, as if it had been made of stone from the very beginning.
Even Makiri and the Hunters were completely unable to move.
As Barthomeloi approached, Bavan Shi felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.
Do I regret it? A little.
Is it painful? A little.
Although I experienced all sorts of painful emotions, I never gave up on this idea.
Sometimes she wondered if Favia had actually been watching her all along.
He was clearly there, but deliberately didn't come out, so that she wouldn't be restricted and could do what she wanted.
Because that Fairy named Bawan Xi used to be a silly person who was bullied and took it for granted that she should listen to others.
"--French, Vie, Ya..."
After the clouds that covered the sky dissipated, the lush greenery began to bask in the sunlight and breathe in the fresh air.
Why do I imagine walking with you under an umbrella in early spring?
Feelings are truly wondrous.
No matter how much I think about it, no matter how much time we spend together, I still can't understand what I'm thinking.
However, I have a strange confidence when we gaze together at the vibrant Rainbow -like scenery that gradually appears and disappears in the distance.
Although, this world is no longer beautiful at all.
Without you, spring will probably never come again.
Even so--
Because you want me to live well in this world.
As long as I remember, I will feel that you are still by my side.
I firmly believe that you are indeed here, there are traces of our time living together, a particularly fragrant scent, a particularly warm and gentle feeling.
Every day is filled with happiness; I am surrounded by beauty I have never seen before, and you must be right beside me.
Thank you, the most important person in my life.
Goodbye, the most important person in my life.
Did I do it...?
"--Um?"
For some reason, Barthomeloi's whip seemed to be momentarily confused as he sensed a powerful Od emanating from the Spirit Tomb.
Immediately following was a barrage of Magecraft attacks. The impact of their clash was powerful enough to collapse an ordinary city wall, and it burst forth with a dazzling light—so beautiful, so dazzling.
In that instant, in Bavan Shi's eyes, the light expanded in all directions, like ripples created when a small stone is thrown into water.
The light flashed across my entire field of vision in the blink of an eye; although I had never seen it before, it felt somewhat familiar.
At this moment, the Fairy girl's vision was filled with light, turning into pure white.
This made her close her eyes, and she could no longer see anything in the Spirit Tomb.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands lifted her up, and an overwhelming sense of joy and happiness made Bawan Shi open her eyes.
Through the dazzling sunlight streaming in from somewhere in the Spirit Tomb, Bavan Shi saw that familiar face.
Bawan Xi paused for a moment, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, carefully examining his face, yet he seemed hesitant to speak.
Even though it had been three years since we last met, the brilliance in his eyes was just as dazzling as ever, like the azure ocean.
There seem to be some changes, yet there seem to be none. Maybe I've grown a little taller, maybe my hair has grown a little longer, maybe... there are so many possibilities, and there might be things I haven't noticed yet...
"Bavan Shi," Favia laughed, and said softly, "Long time no see."
"Um."
She gazed intently at him, whom she hadn't seen in so long, and nodded vigorously.
Despite feeling so excited and happy inside, and despite telling myself many times to calm down, I still felt an urge to cry.
So the long-lost Fairy girl, with tears in her eyes, smiled at the silver-haired youth before her:
"Long time no see, Favia."
"Favia? Another unknown Magecraft?" Barthomeloi flicked his whip. "There are so many. El-Melloi's intelligence gathering is terrible. Oh well, they're all the same, all rude scoundrels."
Then, a fiery hatred and Wrath ignited in Barthomeloi's emerald eyes, and he continued:
"Are you ready to die, you rude wretch?"
"These are exactly the words I wanted to say to you, Lord Barthomeloi."
Favia settled Bavan Shi aside and took a step forward toward Barthomeloi.
Amidst the surging Od within the Spirit Tomb, a terrifying force compressed the entire Void Hollow.
In that instant, Barthomeloi's tyrannical smile froze on his face.
"I'm convinced that today is a good day for death, and for you, Barthomeloi."
Swimsuit Fairy Tristan
228: I'm going to take them away today (5k)
Heaven and earth seemed to lose their meaning in that instant, just like the destruction brought down from the sky by death.
It was as if boundless Od was being drawn up, squeezing the entire Void Hollow.
Even within the Spirit Tomb, the Od was unusual; its quantity was naturally extraordinary, and its quality was also completely different.
Barthomeloi could clearly sense that this was the closest thing to True Ether Od in the modern world. In terms of sheer scale, it was far larger than the more than one hundred layers of Magic Circuits that the Association had built up over the years, and it also contained a level of mystery that was equal to or even greater than that.
Even numerical descriptions cannot fully capture the extent of the damage; Barthomeloi's body, which should have been protected by Mystic Code, emitted noticeable sounds, and even his soul trembled.
Then, the sheer scale of pure mystery, so incredible, grew as Favia drew near that Barthomeloi was terrified.
The usually arrogant man took a step back, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and almost unable to stand.
"What you are doing is a provocation against the dignity of the entire Clock Tower! You will be hunted down!"
Under the pressure of Od, Barthomeloi forced himself to remain calm, the surging Od like a storm threatening to rip off his short Orange hair.
"Really? But I'm taking them away today, can you stop me?"
Although Favia didn't know where this power came from in the Spirit Tomb, since it was providing him with strength, he simply used it.
In an instant, it seemed as if all the sounds within the Spirit Tomb had vanished, and the silver-haired youth's vision was filled with light, giving him the feeling of embracing the entire Spirit Tomb.
Faced with the panicked Barthomeloi, Favia used the simplest of methods to stop his resistance.
That 'power' instantly transformed into a pitch-black solid object, standing there.
On the smooth surface, several rays of light flowed along the texture, like some kind of creature, the beauty of the texture resembling Magic Circuits.
"Saki-- "
A recitation imbued with a certain majesty resounded throughout the area.
Let heaven and earth lose their meaning in this instant.
It was a phantom of a colossal beast whose wingspan was once enough to blot out the heavens and earth. Even though it was no longer as grand as before, it was like a black hole born from the earth, flying towards the Lord Barthomeloi ahead. Color and sound disappeared, leaving only nothingness and the lingering fragrance of myth.
"You rude scoundrel—"
Barthomeloi's words ended there.
The power of the Spirit Tomb, just like it had been at the Grand Council many years ago, devoured Barthomeloi.
"Goodbye."
A few seconds later, the response from the Spirit Tomb itself vanished as if it had never happened.
Inside the Spirit Tomb, only the sound of people breathing remained in this brief yet seemingly endless silence.
Those who came to rescue Paracelsus stared in disbelief at the sudden and dramatic change that had occurred in the blink of an eye.
I can hardly believe what I'm seeing.
Barthomeloi, just like that, died?
Did this pinnacle of contemporary Magecraft, a source of pride for the Clock Tower, come to an end in the Spirit Tomb, the Clock Tower's headquarters?
Or is this some kind of illusion? Barthomeloi actually alive?
Or is it true?
Bavan Shi, the Hunters, Makiri, Paracelsus, and even the newly arrived Department of Law and Politics personnel all stood frozen in place.
Although I couldn't understand it, all I felt was a sense of astonishment and shock.
Favia stood before Paracelsus and freed him from the Clock Tower's restraints.
"Let's go, let's leave London together."
The silver-haired youth sighed, turned, and left.
As he and his entourage left, even the Department of Law and Politics personnel who arrived shortly after made way for them.
For the personnel of the Department of Law and Politics, Paracelsus's rescue was not big news, since they didn't even consider him Sealing Designation. The most important thing was the news that Barthomeloi was dead.
At the same time, their first reaction was not shock, but absurdity.
After all, he's one of the Three Great Nobles, the pinnacle of contemporary Magecraft, and the Lord of the Department of Law and Politics...
Although they were extremely surprised, the Department of Law and Politics staff still reported it to the higher authorities to see how the various Lord would react.
Subsequently, upon learning of the death of another Lord in Barthomeloi, the Grand Council within the Clock Tower was urgently convened.
"According to confirmed intelligence, Barthomeloi is dead, and Paracelsus has been successfully rescued by Magecraft named Favia."
About twenty minutes later, during the emergency meeting of the Grand, Lord Barthomeloi, one of the Three Great Nobles, finished his report and quietly awaited a response.
In the silence, everyone nodded silently.
On his opposite side, the Lord of the El-Melloi lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.
"So, who do you think should be held responsible for this accident? This time it's not like last time; there were too many witnesses."
Barthomeloi's question, spoken by the head of the aristocratic faction who had suffered the greatest loss to date, was essentially the opinion of half the Lord.
Lord El-Melloi, finding it amusing, raised his chin.
"Oh, responsibility. I'm also curious whose responsibility this is."
"Hmph, Paracelsus is one of your El-Melloi's men, isn't he? Not only did he cause the mysterious leak, but he also colluded with Outsider to undermine the very foundation of the Clock Tower. Does El-Melloi- Melloi intend to betray the entire Clock Tower...?"
Barthomeloi made no attempt to hide his hostility, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke, while El-Melloi, whom he was glaring at, shrugged.
"Oh dear, Paracelsus was indeed previously under El-Melloi's control, but judging us as accomplices based solely on that is far-fetched. Basically, I agreed to the request to capture Paracelsus, and besides, why did Barthomeloi personally guard him when he was clearly just an insignificant prisoner? Why didn't he even tell us? Was he trying to extract some information that would be beneficial to you?"
The pace of the meeting accelerated further, with the invisible scales constantly tipping and swaying in an attempt to demonstrate the advantages and disadvantages on the ground... but ultimately, they would only return to equilibrium.
In fact, there were several factions within the Three Great Nobles and within El-Melloi themselves regarding this matter.
Some Lord have directly demanded that the Carillon Observatory issue and dispatch the Sealing Designation Bureau's Sealing Designation Enforcers to carry out the Sealing Designation actions.
Some Lord, however, felt this wouldn't work. Barthomeloi was already dead, and in the Spirit Tomb no less. The Sealing Designation Bureau was probably just sending them to their deaths.
Some Lord, however, felt that... they had to make some kind of gesture, otherwise they would lose all face if they did what the Church did hundreds of years ago.
Many Lord remained silent.