The End

Inside the Earl Hall's villa in Backlund, Empress Borough.

The elegant Earl Hall entered Audrey's bedroom, where her daughter, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up to greet her.

"Mom! How are you?"

Audrey asked eagerly.

"Your father is still in the Imperial Palace, but he sent a servant back with the news," the Earl replied. "The situation is now under control, but unfortunately, tens of thousands have still died in the East Borough."

Tens of thousands of people.

Audrey opened her mouth slightly, then Consciousness pursed it tightly.

Behind each of these enormous numbers lies a real human life, like that of Cons.

"Audrey, you did a good job."

The Earl noticed the subtle change in her daughter's expression and immediately smiled gently, stepping forward to take her hand. "If it weren't for you, the situation wouldn't have been brought under control so quickly, and many more people would have died. You saved so many lives; all of Backlund should thank you!"

No, it was the followers of Mr. Fool who truly discovered the problem; I merely relayed the information.

Feeling the warmth of her mother's hand and sensing the self-regulating ability of a "Telepathist," Audrey quickly calmed down. This was not self-deprecation, but an objective fact. However, her ability to serve as a reliable source and quickly transmit information to the Three Great Churches was also an advantage.

The Mr. Fool specifically chose me to tell him this Concealment shows that He has expectations for me.

If stopping Duke Negan's assassination attempt brought Audrey only a sense of accomplishment, these recent events have given her more complex feelings. She has truly witnessed the dangers of the extraordinary world, but she also feels a heavy responsibility. Her efforts may very well save many lives!

I deserve a promotion!

At first, Audrey became an extraordinary person simply out of interest. Now, she has a much more serious goal.

When we meet again for the next Tarot Club, let's continue seeking the Main Ingredient for "The Psychiatrist".

She helped her mother out of the bedroom, thinking to herself at the same time.

Nighttime, East Borough.

Luther walked down the street with a blank expression.

He witnessed everything that happened in the East Borough.

"Boom!"

Heavy carriages passed by him from time to time. The carriages carrying corpses had large cargo beds, with the bodies piled high in body bags like cargo. The driver's eyes were bloodshot, his mouth covered with a white cloth, and he whipped the horse until it neighed incessantly, its hooves slipping on the wet, cold ground, making it difficult to move forward.

The wagons carrying the wounded were fewer in number and ran faster, their Sealing compartments filled with the sounds of coughing, some of which would gradually subside before they even reached the treatment area.

Luther followed the direction of the carriages to their destination.

May you rest in peace, and journey to the land of Storm and lightning.

An exhausted and numb old priest roughly scratched his chest as he performed Requiem Ritual on the batches of corpses before him.

Behind him, corpses piled up like mountains.

In this world of extraordinary beings, if corpses are not properly "Requiem" in time, it could have dire consequences. Faced with thousands upon thousands of dead, the clergy are forced to repeat the Ritual relentlessly, pushing them to the brink of collapse.

"Don't do it here! Our family worships Goddess."

Get out of my way! I don't have time for you right now!

Family members of the deceased cried out and tried to stop them, but were violently shoved aside by others. Everyone's face was filled with hostility, and everyone was utterly exhausted.

"Dead, all dead!"

A young man sat on the ground howling, "Covent Street, I'm the only one left alive!"

Next to the Requiem Ritual was the cremation site, where a huge furnace burned with a golden-red light, flames roaring. Thick black smoke billowed up the chimney, and from the air, the entire East Borough was ablaze with the Star sparks of fire.

This East Borough, which usually plunges into darkness at night, is brightly lit for the first time.

"Fortunately, the Church of Steam helped us, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to build so many crematoriums so quickly."

An unnamed official extraordinary being stared blankly at the fire and said, "Tell me, why didn't they mark the Triangular Sacred Emblem on the product this time?"

"It's better not to label it at all; what's so great about that?"

The other person replied.

The cremated ashes were placed in simple boxes and temporarily piled aside, awaiting unified burial.

Luther watched all this silently, a buzzing in his ears, as if distant sounds were echoing:

"By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food, until you return to the ground."

For for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

He ignored the voice and turned to continue walking forward.

"Herbal medicine? We're out of herbs!"

"Sir, please save my child!"

"Make way, make way!"

He walked to a church of the Goddess Church and saw the injured lying on straw mats, stretching from inside the church all the way outside. The noise was deafening, as if there were ten markets. Countless people were busy treating the patients. Among them were clergy, healthy residents of the East Borough, and those with mild infections.

Luther's eyes narrowed.

He spotted Emily, the landlady, among the busy medical staff. She was carefully feeding a patient medication. Suddenly, as if sensing his gaze, she looked up across the street, only to find an empty space.

Luther continued walking forward, his eyes growing increasingly red.

The sky above was filled with the cries of countless dead, the lingering traces of their most extreme emotions and souls after a rough exorcism. Ordinary people without Spirit Vision couldn't see it, and even ordinary extraordinary beings could hardly perceive it; only he, the Shepherd most easily able to feel pain, knew.

The lingering, desperate souls of tens of thousands of the dead cry out in this world where no one cares about them.

Sodela Palace Empress Borough.

The magnificent Imperial Palace was brightly lit, as bright as Daytime.

Earl Hall, the Prime Minister, and many other important figures from the kingdom arrived at the front hall. They gathered in small groups, occasionally whispering among themselves. On the other side, the Three Great Churches also sent their representatives, who waited calmly.

"I really have to thank your family for the timely news."

Prime Minister Aguesid Negan couldn't help but say to the Earl Hall.

"It's nothing."

Earl Hall, not wanting to reveal his daughter's Concealment, simply shook his head.

He glanced Consciousness at the other nobles and Councilor and noticed that their faces showed no grief over the tragedy; instead, they seemed eager to try. He couldn't help but sigh.

As a shrewd political veteran, Earl Hall knew exactly what these people were thinking. They were simply using this opportunity to attack the Royal Family and gain more benefits.

After all, the Catastrophe was ultimately confined to the East Borough, and only some poor people died. They wouldn't care.

Just then, he noticed that the back door of the front hall opened and the Earl of the Palace hurriedly walked in.

What did His Majesty say?

Earl Hall and the others crowded around and asked.

"His Majesty says that Prince Edessak has been seduced by Demoness and intends to rebel."

The Earl of the Palace, sweat beading on his forehead, spoke tremulously.

Everyone looked astonished.

Following this, the Earl of the Palace presented George III with a compensation plan: new seats in the House of Lords and new election rules, the passage of a bill on air pollution, a guarantee of minimum working hours, reform of the Poor Law, and permission for the Three Great Churches to enter the army.

The crowd erupted in uproar, and even the aloof clergy were slightly moved.

This is even better than the best conditions they wanted!

The king has truly made a huge compromise this time!

"It's over"

Earl Hall sighed inwardly, knowing that the people in the Palace had been fed and no one would pursue the deaths of the poor anymore.

A sense of relief, exhaustion, and irony washed over the political elite at the same time, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to respond.