Rose Redemption

Luther was immersed in a strange Illusion.

His Illusion were always filled with the image of that handsome red-haired man, either driving the Chariot across the battlefield, or wielding Greatsword to easily slay a massive Dragon, or sitting atop a magnificent Palace, his body covered in armor that was predominantly black but stained with crimson blood.

Suddenly, the red-haired man's surroundings changed once again, as if he were in a magnificent hall. The hall was decorated with countless intricate murals, and in the center was a dark red long table surrounded by high-backed chairs with unique patterns.

The red-haired man sat at the long table, his face bearing an unprecedentedly serious expression.

The other figures at the gathering were shrouded in mist, and only their silhouettes could be seen. These figures all had peculiar appearances; some were incredibly tall, while others had long wings, making them appear mysterious and eerie.

... We are redeeming ourselves, and we are also maintaining world peace...

... Death and bloodshed will be inevitable; we will call ourselves "Rose Redemption"...

Voices, seemingly from ancient times, echoed in the hall. The figures whispered among themselves, as if plotting some conspiracy. Malice, selfishness, betrayal, fear... Vivid emotions and abundant humanity transcended time, clearly displayed before Luther.

These illusory scenes gave Luther a great shock, and he felt a splitting headache. However, he couldn't help but be curious about the scene.

What kind of place is this, and what are these people discussing?

He instinctively felt that these images might truly originate from the ancient Mythological Era, and have a profound connection to the true form of the red-haired evil spirit.

Just then, at the head of the long table, a figure with layers of wings behind him spoke.

:::. Medici, now that you know all this, what's your answer?

The conversation abruptly stopped, and all the figures turned to look at the red-haired man, as if awaiting his final reply.

Medici remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly:

"... If this is his idea, then I am willing to put it into practice."

"Boom!"

After the red-haired Medici finished speaking, a deafening roar followed, the light vanished, the entire hall collapsed, and everything was destroyed. The figures on the dark red table disappeared, leaving only Medici sitting there, a bewildered expression on his face.

"Pat, pat..."

Patches of decay appeared on Medici's handsome, young face. Then, Flesh fell away, revealing the stark white bone beneath. Deep within the skull's eye sockets, a pair of eyes filled with extreme resentment coldly stared back.

"Ah!"

Luther suddenly woke up with a start, letting out a low growl of extreme pain.

Intense pain tormented his head, as if red-hot steel needles were piercing his brain. The red-haired demon's final warning was intensely stimulating, giving his mind a significant shock.

"Elder brother?"

Immediately, a pair of warm hands reached out from the side, and the black-haired girl deftly supported him, preventing him from falling to the ground due to convulsions.

"I'm fine..:"

The pain in his head gradually subsided, and Luther recovered, smiling at his younger sister.

"Cecilia, what time is it?"

He asked.

Around 10 a. m.

The other person replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white cloth and helping him untie his straitjacket.

Several days have passed since that dinner party.

During these few days, Miss Audrey did not ask them to go out again, but only sent someone to deliver Sophia's payment.

Sophia concealed some of the facts from the Feysac delegation, only saying that she had been assassinated and that Miss Hall Audrey Hall's guards had saved her. The delegation expressed their gratitude and directly presented her with 3,000 pounds in cash. Miss Audrey did not keep any of it, but instead gave all the money to Luther.

£3,000 is not a small sum, but it seems a bit low compared to the safety of a princess. Considering the unreliable guard assigned to Sophia... there seems to be some unspoken truth within the Einhorn Royal Family.

Of course, Luther wouldn't care about any of this.

Looking back on that night, he lost a teleportation stone but gained 3,000 pounds in cash, so he basically didn't lose out.

Miss Audrey hadn't been looking for them lately, and they hadn't gone out either, enjoying a few rare days of peace. The only problem was that the red evil spirit had been frequently appearing in his Illusion recently.

It seems that guy might really be a powerful being from ancient times... Besides, I don't understand what "Rose Redemption" is, so I'd better stay away from that guy.

Is it 10 a. m. yet?

Clearing his mind of distractions, Luther repeated his sister's words, "This madness lasted a little longer."

Freed from his straitjacket, he felt relieved and reached for the newspaper on the table.

"Brother, are we not making house calls today?"

"I'm not going out; I'll stay home today."

Luther replied.

He's been very busy lately, and finally has a few days off, so he plans to rest more and won't be making any house calls.

"Alright, I'll go prepare lunch."

So Luther nestled on the sofa, relaxing as he read the newspaper. From the kitchen behind him, he could hear the sounds of lunch being prepared. The stew pot bubbled and simmered, releasing an enticing aroma.

Luther casually flipped through the Tussock Newspaper, checking the latest news.

The Feysac Mission successfully signed a treaty, ending the East Balam dispute.

This newspaper reports that last night at the Sodela Palace, His Majesty King George III received the Feysac Mission, whose treaty had been finalized, and expressed high appreciation for their contributions to peace between the two countries...::

Did they sign the contract last night?

After a quick glance, Luther noticed that the Feysac delegation did not linger after signing the contract, but instead chose to leave immediately.

Perhaps fearing another assassination attempt, the red-haired Sophia Einhorn has already embarked on her journey home, and the two will likely never have the chance to meet again.

Unexpected Storm! Leni Transport Company's Stock Price Plummets!

Turning to the front page, the second page of the newspaper reported on financial news that several shipping companies' ships encountered storms in the Sonia Sea, causing their stock prices to fall.

Backlund needs clearer skies!

In the third edition, invited commentators vehemently condemn the current air pollution problem and, using data, point out that if no measures are taken, accidents will inevitably occur sooner or later.

The Roselle Memorial Exhibition is currently underway.

Roselle Memorial Exhibition, sponsored by the Church of Steam and Machinery, opens today at the Royal Museum. The exhibition covers the life and work of Emperor Roselle and contains a large number of original inventions and artifacts. Readers who are interested should definitely visit.

Um?

Upon reaching this point, Luther paused involuntarily.