Containment of the Iron Chain

Like a fake moon shaped like a woman's head, it moved rapidly across the sky toward the Forbidden Zone where the Monastery of Suffering was located.

Lorien was not sitting in the clinic office. Instead, he sat alone on the surface of the fake moon, facing the howling wind as he thought.

"He knows full well that Asimov and I have irreconcilable differences, yet he still wants to work with that vile clown. He knows I won't perform alongside that clown, yet he deliberately came to ask for my opinion.

"He's deliberately playing dumb, and his personality has changed so drastically. What exactly are you plotting... William?"

Lorien had spent a long time thinking about this question,

because he had once had extremely deep contact with William—physically, spiritually, and even on the level of memory through the Duke's gamble.

He knew exactly what kind of person William was. Although William possessed the intense thirst for knowledge of a madman and wanted to obtain more knowledge and power, he also had a bottom line as a human being and a sense of justice carved deep into his genes.

Yet William had now changed completely. An evil that did not belong to him seeped from his very bones. He was blinded by profit and completely self-serving.

Lorien had tried many times to find evidence that William might be pretending, but he could not find the slightest clue.

He could basically conclude that this evil was not an act, but something that truly existed.

Even he, the New Moon Origin, was completely baffled. He could not understand how William had done it. Or perhaps Lorien had truly misjudged him in the past and failed to notice William's darker side.

"Are you truly evil, or are you an actor even I can't see through...