An old acquaintance

The two headed towards the mountain peak in the center of the island.

Bernadette took out a uniquely designed hat and put it on her head, and her figure immediately disappeared into thin air. This is one of the Fairy Tale Magic of "Mystical Reenactment," which can make one's whereabouts invisible. Luther was even simpler and more direct; he directly used "Psychological Invisibility," making his presence completely disappear.

They walked into the forest made of giant trees.

The forest was extremely quiet, devoid of insect chirps, bird calls, or animal roars; the only sound was the rustling of branches as they walked by. The dense canopy blocked out the sunlight, bathing everything in a dim hue, making it appear eerie and deathly still.

But this is Bernadette's perspective; in Luther's eyes, the world before her is excessively bustling.

"Ahhh... Praise!!"

"██ is the eternity of everything██..."

"The great ██, ██ of █..."

Transparent organs sprouted from the giant tree, constantly opening and closing, emitting blasphemous and frenzied prayers. These sounds overlapped, making Luther's head ache.

But strangely, Luther could hardly hear the most important part of their words... no, it should be said that it was as if an invisible "rule" erased the key information in their words, preventing them from completing their prayer.

Is this the will of Roselle, the "Black Emperor's " resistance against Corrosion?

Luther thought to himself, without telling Bernadette. The two walked for about fifteen minutes, and the scenery suddenly opened up before them. It was as if there was a clear dividing line; a large open space appeared in front of them, without even a sparse shrub.

"Ugh!"

Luther felt a sharp pain. The air in front of him was filled with a faint blackness, and the Filth smell grew stronger, bringing him even more intense pain.

"Wait a minute."

Bernadette's voice came from the void beside them.

Soon, a pair of eyes without eyelashes appeared in her position. The eyes were almost transparent and appeared extremely Indifference.

"The Eyes of Mystery Prying"!

These eyes were mounted on the forehead of an Invisible Servant, who turned and walked towards the clearing, quickly traversing the remaining path and entering the clearing. It would carry those eyes and report everything it saw back to Bernadette.

"How is that possible?!"

A few seconds later, the "Queen Mystic" let out an incredulous sound.

What did you see?

Luther asked. "..."

Bernadette didn't answer. Instead, she took out a bag, grabbed a handful of ash, and scattered it into the air. The ash shimmered, automatically outlining lines and forming a three-dimensional image:

On the vast open ground ahead, countless strange creatures lay prostrate— Dragon with flames flowing from their skin, eight-legged Demon Wolf, gigantic Giant with long, slender limbs, shapeless Mud, knights formed from shadows, Feathered Serpent with dark green scales and feathers soaked in oil... and many more unnamed, blasphemous creations that seemed to be born from Distortion and mixed mix of humans and beasts.

At this moment, all these Distortion creatures bowed their heads in the same direction, as if worshipping some great being.

What are they worshipping?

Luther thought to himself.

He soon discovered that among the praying creatures were actually a few humans. Their skin was withered, their eyes lifeless, and they didn't look like living people at all. The only thing that stood out was their gorgeous and extravagant clothing.

"These are... Intis people?"

"Strictly speaking, they are Intis people from my father's era... and I know all of them."

Bernadette's voice was low as she pointed to the people in turn, recognizing them, "Green, my father's attendant, tragically died while exploring this island; I've only ever seen him in Portrait."

"Uncle William, Uncle Peri, they were knighted by my father and were there for me when I was little; and even Uncle Edwards... he clearly lived until after my father's death and was buried by his descendants... why is he here?"

Her tone was filled with nostalgia and astonishment. Luther stared at the figures, listening to the "Queen Mystic's" explanation, and felt a chill run down his spine.

This island seems to be Curse; anyone who comes into contact with it will be returned there after death, even praying for a normal death to find release...

"Why did this happen..."

Bernadette murmured.

Luther's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood something.

"Because the 'Black Emperor' needs subjects."

He said coldly.

The existence of the Black Emperor requires Order as its foundation, namely the system He established and the faith of His people—as long as these exist, He has the potential to be resurrected!

"..."

Bernadette realized this in an instant, and then her expression became extremely complicated.

Don't misunderstand.

Seeing her reaction, Luther knew she had misunderstood and quickly explained, "I don't think your father is that kind of mad and ruthless person who would use his own dead knights to ensure his own survival... The force manipulating all this must be something else." The being that Corrosion Roselle, in order to ensure its resurrection, deliberately controlled these creatures to maintain their faith...

As they were exchanging words, the prayer ended. All the creatures simultaneously straightened up, their eyes dull and lifeless, their movements stiff, and scattered into the forest. Only Edwards suddenly stopped, as if sensing their gaze, and slowly turned his head.

"Bang!"

Bernadette reached out and slapped away the Stardust in front of her, thus ending her summoning of the "Eyes of Mystery Prying" and the Invisible Servant.

Upon seeing this, Luther narrowed his eyes, a shadow shifting in his palm.

Having lost sight of the clearing, they could only wait patiently in the forest. The soft rustling of leaves echoed around them; the creatures that had finished their prayers were returning to the woods.

Let's go.

Bernadette spoke softly once the surroundings returned to silence.

The two walked through the woods, and the scenery suddenly opened up before them, finally leading them to the place where the creatures had gathered.

In the center of the open space stood a huge rock, upon which rested a dark red wooden frame, resembling a simple Shrine —but the Shrine was completely empty, containing neither statues of gods nor any similar emblems, nor even symbols of authority.

Beside the boulder, a stiff figure stood motionless, its empty, Indifference eyes staring straight ahead.

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"It's been so long..., Your Highness..."

This old man, who moved his family to Lenburg after Roselle's death, lived a peaceful old age and died peacefully after living to be over a hundred years old, but for some reason appeared here, staring in a certain direction, and slowly said in a hoarse voice.