Aurora Order's Ghost Ship

"Tick-tock."

Fresh blood flowed down M's slender wrist.

The midday sun made her blood glisten and turn a vibrant red, creating a stark contrast with her fair and delicate skin, resulting in a cruel beauty. Her exquisite face showed no sign of pain, and her golden eyes remained gentle and calm.

What's wrong with you now?

Luther asked in a deep voice.

M looked at him with a smile, then slowly pulled her arm outward.

"Knock knock, knock knock!"

A bloody heart was beating in her hand. She pulled it out and handed it to Luther.

"You're just a virtual entity, what's the point of taking out your heart?"

Luther glanced at it and then looked up.

"The heart is merely a symbol; it is essentially the core of my personality." The large hole in M's chest was slowly healing, his hands still dripping with blood. "If it were destroyed, my personality would instantly vanish. Now I entrust it to you. If one day you truly believe I have betrayed you, you can Destruction it directly."

M's tone was excessively frank, almost unlike her usual self.

"That should make you trust me more, right?"

"Oh."

Luther looked down at the heart again.

That's hard to say. What if she's just trying to fool me with counterfeit goods?

"Don't worry about its authenticity; you can use Divination, Spirit Channeling, or similar methods to determine it."

M seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

"Luna."

Hearing her say that, Luther naturally didn't stand on ceremony and directly called over his black cat—which gave an affirmative answer after performing Divination. This made him initially believe in the authenticity of the item, but he still planned to examine it further later.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you the moment I take you in?"

Luther asked.

"If you really do that, I'll probably regret it," M sighed, "Because then I won't be able to see the day Cecilia is resurrected."

Her expression seemed very serious.

"."

Luther scrutinized her intently, and after a moment, finally reached out and took the heart.

"Brush!"

The illusory heart began to deform upon touching his hand, eventually becoming an abstract symbol fixed to the skin of his wrist. His Spirituality instincts immediately made him Consciousness that destroying this mark would completely destroy the personality known as "M".

She truly entrusted the decision of her own life to her own hands.

Is it genuine sincerity, or a risky tactic to gain trust?

Luther doesn't know yet.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a deep red light surged in the void before him, and the Virtual Personality that had participated in the Tarot Club returned. It quickly transformed into memories and filled Luther's mind.

Grigor's shadow trace was found in the legends of the ancient gods, and the [Sun] and [Moon] were also provided. It turned out that the reason for the long delay was that a small meeting was held later in Medici and Binsey Town. Gehrman Sparrowluzer quickly processed the memories and was surprised by the amount of information in this Tarot meeting.

The only bad news is that the bounty can no longer be redeemed using [The Hanged Man] or [The World] Klein; I'll have to figure things out after I leave this area.

"Look outside!"

Just as his thoughts were still on the Above the Gray Fog, Anderson, who was navigating the ship on deck, suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?"

Luther quickly left the bedroom and went upstairs.

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, he immediately understood what Anderson was talking about.

A sailboat came into view, appearing to be about thirty or forty meters long. There were no signs of human activity on the boat, except for some splattered blood on the sails near the hull, like some kind of bloody embellishment.

As Luther watched, his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

He smelled a familiar, repulsive odor from the ship.

--Aurora Order.

"I'll go upstairs and take a look."

Luther said. Before Anderson could react, he rode the wind and flew towards the large sailboat.

"Call"

The wind whistled in his ears, and as he drew closer to the large ship, he became increasingly certain that it belonged to the Aurora Order. The Sacred Emblem of the True Creator was blatantly imprinted on the other side of the sail, revealing the ship's true nature.

Looking down from mid-air, he found the deck deserted, with only large patches of blood scattered across it. Landing on the ship, he found the cabins empty as well, as if the crew had suddenly gone mad, drained their blood, and jumped into the Sea.

Bizarre and bloody.

"This must be the Saint group led by that Aurora Order the Demigod. Judging from the looks of it, everyone except the Saint is dead. Only the empty ship is drifting uncontrollably at sea, and we stumbled upon it."

Luther thought to himself, "Encountering this ship proves I'm on the right track. But what was the cause of their deaths?"

He circled the boat a few more times, trying to find more clues.

The blood on the ship, pool after pool, had long since dried, becoming decorations to this horrific scene. However, the traces of blood left behind indicated that the owners of that blood had experienced extreme agony before their deaths.

Luther was walking around casually when he suddenly noticed a line of blood-written words on a deck. The words were wild and Distortion, as if they had been carved out with fingernails.

The blood-written words read:

"Help! There's an extra person in my head!"

There's one more person?

Luther stared at the line of words, a chill creeping into his heart.

Does having another person inside your head mean you have a split personality, just like me?

This statement was incoherent and yielded no other useful information. He discovered some bizarre Holy Bible, self-harming Ascetic's Belt, and strange Ritual implements in the ship's cabin, all of which he took with him and the entire ship to the bottom of the sea.

This was, in fact, the second ship he had sunk.

"How about it?"

Back on his ship, Anderson couldn't help but ask nervously.

"Good thing."

Luther calmly replied, "The fact that we've encountered this ship means we're heading in the right direction. Let's just keep sailing forward."

He pulled the three bloody fingers out of his pocket, checked the direction, and then gave instructions.

". ah?"

Even though Anderson had anticipated this, he still felt a sense of panic.

Should we continue sailing?

What's that ahead? There are no survivors on that ship! I'm afraid we'll end up like them!

He genuinely wanted to oppose Luther's opinion, but all the blood Puppet on the ship turned around at the same time, looking at him as if awaiting his command, or as if ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"OK."

Anderson forced a smile and said to Luther.

Hard to port!

He seemed resigned to his fate and shouted at the Puppet.