Negotiation with the Red Angel

Luther doesn't read the newspaper, otherwise he would know trouble is coming.

In reality, he was currently deep in the Sea and had no chance to read the newspaper. He preferred chatting with the unruly Red Angel Evil Spirit within him rather than about things that were so far removed from his own life.

The cabin of the "Dawn" was spacious and comfortable. Luther sat alone on the bed with his eyes closed. He seemed to be meditating, but in reality, he was having a conversation with the evil spirit within him.

"If you ask me, that woman is only after your body's special features. She won't help you get promoted; instead, she'll take you to her own lair, slowly manipulate you, until she gets her hands on your secret."

The Red Angel Evil Spirit lay comfortably within Luther's body, her words dripping with venom. "And you, so naively believed her, how foolish."

His words seemed to carry an invisible Provocation, making people unable to resist being provoked into rebuttal or pressing for answers.

Luther knew that whether he refuted Him or went along with His words, he would fall into the Hunter's trap and be led astray by Him. The right thing to do was to ignore Him and change the subject.

"You seem to know Concealment about my body."

He said to the evil spirit.

"Hmm, I know?"

Medici paused for a moment, then chuckled and said.

"I remember you calling out a name when you were surrounded by that Tide."

--Sasrir, Luther remembers it very clearly.

But as Secrets Suppliant, he knew it was best not to casually call out the name of an unknown entity, because something terrible might happen—just like that so-called "Twilight Hermit Order," where calling out their name would lead to discovery.

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Medici remained silent this time.

"I remember you looked very flustered then. What, even the great 'God of War' has someone he's afraid of?" Luther asked with a smile. "Who is that? The original owner of that sea on my body?"

Medici remained silent, showing no intention of answering.

What is the true nature of that sea?

Why did it happen to me?

"Say something, consider it payment for the rent you get for living inside my body?"

Luther pressed on, but the evil spirit remained silent. This usually boisterous fellow suddenly fell silent, as if the secret of that sea were taboo and could not be mentioned.

"Don't want to answer? Fine, let's talk about something else. How did you die?"

Seeing that the other party was completely uncooperative, he had no choice but to give up for the time being. "Could it be that the Blood Emperor has really captured it and used it as Potion to ascend to godhood?"

"Alista Tudor is just an ambitious Lunatic. How could he possibly catch me on his own?"

Medici finally spoke, his words filled with disdain for the "Blood Emperor."

"But you still got caught."

"If it weren't for those other two idiots dragging me down, I would never have ended up in this situation."

"Medici, you're the dumbest one!"

"Your Pride was the root cause of your death!"

The remnants of Sauron and Einhorn's souls clearly disagreed with this view, each splitting their mouths from their cheeks in rebuttal.

"You lack decisiveness on important matters, nitpick over trivialities, and constantly bring up past grievances. I know now, you Demigod must have all been women before, that's why you're so troublesome."

Medici scoffed.

"Shut up! How disgusting, to exist alongside you even after death."

"It's all because you were too flamboyant that those two brothers were able to seize the opportunity!"

The three mouths were arguing incessantly, while Luther watched the drama unfold from the sidelines. Suddenly, one of their sentences caught his attention.

Two brothers?

In other words, someone else was responsible for capturing the three Angel?

Although he heard this clue, Luther didn't ask directly, because he knew Medici would definitely not answer, just like before.

But when it came to the two brothers who could influence the Angel, he couldn't help but recall the mural he had seen in Amon's Cemetery that day— Angel embracing two children of the gods, one with black hair and black eyes, who resembled Amon, and the other with golden hair and golden eyes, whose identity was still unknown.

Could the mastermind behind the murder of an ancient Angel be a descendant of a god?

Should we try to trick Him using Amon's name?

The thought flashed through Luther's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

Forget it, we can't be sure yet. If we say something and it doesn't come true, it would be bad to show our ignorance.

The three souls argued for a while, then gradually quieted down.

"Aren't you arguing anymore?"

Luther said, "If you're not going to argue, I'll ask you one more question. You founded Rose Redemption, right? What is the connection between your organization and the appearance of the True Creator?"

This was one of the things he most desperately wanted to know. According to what Klein had told him, that damned evil god appeared because of the Rose Redemption. So, what was the True Creator like before the Rose Redemption? Was He truly Degeneration product of the Creator? And what was Medici's relationship with these two deities?

However, he did not receive a reply from Medici.

The latter looked at him with a strange expression, a mixture of disdain and longing.

"You are not qualified to speak of the Lord before me."

He said.

Having said that, the red evil spirit completely shrank back into the Slot within Luther's body, and no matter how Luther called out to it, it wouldn't come out again.

Negotiations concluded.

"Sigh, it still doesn't work."

Luther ended his meditation, opened his eyes, and stood up from the bed.

His body was stiff from sitting for so long, so he left the cabin and went up to the deck.

The sea breeze was strong Daytime, Luther saw the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette sitting at the bow of the boat, fishing with a peculiar fishing rod—the hook of which was straight and some distance from the sea surface.

Luna the black cat crouched to one side, waiting expectantly.

Willing to take the bait?

Luther once again sensed a familiar aura emanating from the Queen, something that seemed to originate from his own world. Without a doubt, it was her father, his predecessor from the transmigrator world, Roselle, who was responsible.

"Are you starting to feel irritable? That's how it is on a ship."

Without turning her head, the Queen said, "Besides, the Dawn is already moving at full speed; most ships can't reach that speed."

Indeed, this giant ship is sailing at an astonishing speed. If you stand on the ship's side and look out, you can feel the waves rushing past the ship at high speed, almost turning into blurry patterns.

But on the other hand, with the boat going so fast, is it really possible to catch any fish?

"It's okay if you feel frustrated. We'll stop at a harbor the next day, and then we can change things up."

The Queen's Way.

"Sizzle!"

Her fishing rod taut instantly; before she knew it, a big fish had taken the bait!

"Meow!"

Luna immediately became excited.

The Queen easily caught the fish, laughed, removed it from her skin, and tossed it to the black cat.

The giant ship continued its rapid advance.