Emlyn's Breakdown

Backlund, North Borough, at the base of Saint Samuel Cathedral, in Lounge.

"Call..."

Leonard took a deep breath and opened his dark green eyes.

He savored what he had seen and heard in the Gray Fog, then whispered in the empty room:

"Old Man, have you ever heard of a deity called the Blood God? His full name is 'God of Blood and Shadows'."

A few seconds later, an annoyed voice echoed in his mind.

"No."

"And what about similar ones? In your time, were there any deities whose Honorific Name were described in this way?"

"I already said no!"

Pallez's impatience was practically overflowing. "If I had to name it, it would be the True Creator; Flesh and shadow belong to His authority... but He has never called Him that."

"That..."

"Alright, alright! I still have a whole bunch of Characteristic to digest." Leonard wanted to ask something more, but the aged voice immediately interrupted him, saying, "If you ask these stupid questions again, don't blame me for ignoring you." After saying that, it fell silent, refusing to come out no matter how Leonard called to it.

"Hateful..."

Leonard cursed and sat back down in his chair.

Although Pallez's attitude wasn't friendly, He provided a useful piece of information— Flesh and shadow originally belonged to the authority of the True Creator. For that Blood God to directly refer to himself as such was tantamount to openly seizing authority from the True Creator, wasn't it?

No wonder they're at odds with each other...

He lowered his head and pondered.

But when did Luther establish a relationship with the so-called [Blood God]? In Tingen, or in Backlund, or even later at sea? Was his resurrection a gift from the Blood God?

Leonard huddled in the Lounge, trying to deduce some information from his past memories.

Knock knock.

After an unknown amount of time, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Leonard, how long are you going to slack off? Come out and relieve me!"

Someone called from outside, "Okay, okay, I'm coming!"

Leonard, interrupted from his thoughts, snapped out of it and responded loudly.

He got up from his chair, walked to the door and opened it. Standing outside was a member of the "Red Gloves" team.

"You'll be on duty for four hours, remember to keep a close eye on things."

The man in the Red Gloves said to him.

"There's no need to be so strict. He shouldn't be able to escape."

Leonard said.

"Who knows? Didn't someone sneak behind Chanis Gate before?" the team member said noncommittally. "It's wartime now, it's always better to be extra careful."

Leonard watched him walk into the Lounge, then turned around.

He found himself in a dark and deep corridor.

The corridor was lined with individual rooms, constructed of thick walls and sturdy black railings. These railings were covered with strange symbols and patterns, subtly exuding an atmosphere of both tranquility and terror.

Yes, this is the underground prison of Saint Samuel Cathedral. Generally, more dangerous prisoners with serious crimes are imprisoned behind the Chanis Gate and subjected to brutal repression, while those with lower risk or less serious crimes are kept here to await further processing.

"Tap, tap..."

Leonard took a step and walked down the empty corridor.

He walked past room after room, stopping in front of one of the cells with a "guest." There was a table and a chair there, with a gas lamp lit, apparently left behind by a colleague who had changed shifts.

Leonard's job during this period was to guard prisoners.

"Good afternoon."

He smiled and greeted the people inside the cell through the fence.

"..."

The people in the prison ignored him.

"Don't be angry. We did this to protect you. After all, the Feynapotter Kingdom declared war on Loen."

Leonard sat down in the chair as he spoke, "Leaving you outside might arouse suspicion and lead to various misunderstandings, which is not good for your safety. It's better to stay here... Anyway, you've already been here once, so you should be used to it by now."

The person in the cell suddenly shuddered. "The third time..."

He said, his voice trembling.

"Um?"

"The third time, the third time already!!"

A handsome Sanguine man with black hair and red eyes, dressed in the robes of a priest of the Earth Mother Goddess, cried out in grief and indignation, waving three fingers at Leonard, "Once under the Earth Mother Goddess Altar, twice here... Why am I always the one in jail?!"

Yes, the one imprisoned in the dungeon of Saint Samuel Cathedral is none other than [the Moon] Emlyn White.

Due to the Feynapotter Kingdom war, the only church of the Earth Mother Goddess in Backlund was forced to close, and Father Utravsky, the person in charge, was placed under protective custody. Emlyn White, who served as a priest in the church of the Earth Mother Goddess, was also affected and returned to his loyal underground prison once again.

This is the real reason why he remained silent during today's Tarot Club —he had a mental breakdown!

"You'll get used to it. Just hope the war ends soon."

Leonard shook his head in comfort.

Although their identities were not explicitly stated, based on their hair color, eye and body features, as well as the mannerisms and speech patterns of the person in the Gray Fog, the two of them could more or less guess that the other might be a fellow member of the Tarot Club.

However, because this place was located underground in Saint Samuel Cathedral, and was being watched by many eyes, Leonard couldn't openly help Emlyn. He continued to strictly guard the prison outside to prevent Emlyn's escape. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Hopefully, those Sanguine won't come causing trouble and demanding her Your Excellency, after all, Ishmael isn't here anymore...

Hmm? Wait, Sanguine, Blood God...

At that moment, Leonard suddenly remembered what he had been thinking about.

The name "[Blood God]" carries the connotation of blood, and the mention of blood inevitably evokes images of Vampire. [Moon] is a member of the Sanguine; is it possible that he knows something about it?

I'll ask him...

Leonard then adjusted his posture and said in a more casual tone, "By the way, it seems there's a mysterious being called the [Blood God] who's been appearing outside lately. Is it related to your Sanguine?"

"Huh? You mean just now... cough cough..."

Emlyn had intended to say "the Blood God I was talking about in the Gray Fog," but luckily, he noticed Leonard's slightly changed expression halfway through his sentence and realized where he was. He immediately covered it up with a cough.

This guy is so unreliable!

Leonard felt his heart stop for a few seconds and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Ahem, I think I've heard of that Blood God too." Emlyn feigned a cough, then quickly adopted a proud demeanor. "But I'm certain He has nothing to do with us Sanguine —because our noble Sanguine, from beginning to end, have only worshipped our great ancestors!"

What Blood God? He has absolutely nothing to do with their proud Sanguine!

"... You only believe in your ancestors?"

Leonard glanced at him sideways and pointed to the Earth Mother Goddess priestess robes he was wearing. "Have you forgotten why you were locked up?"

"!"

Emlyn's arrogant smile froze instantly; he looked as if he had been punched in the face, and his expression turned extremely ugly.