A touching father-daughter reunion?

The diary entry on the death of Roselle was more effective than any previous attack; with just the line "The taste of Demoness is really good," Roselle seemed to have suffered a major blow.

"Again!"

Seeing this, Luther turned to the next page without hesitation and read aloud:

"On October 30th, I finally won over Earl Horne's wife. All my efforts, recalling so many love poems from my past life, were worth it... Her figure is even better than I expected; it's hard to believe she's already a mother of two..."

Bernadette listened intently, her eyes wide.

"███!!"

The Black Shadow emitted an incomprehensible cry, but within it, one could sense an increasingly distinct emotion—embarrassment and pain. As if unable to bear Luther's voice, he withdrew his arm from Bernadette's and instead extended a finger at Luther.

"Boom!"

The immense pressure descended violently, smashing Luther into a pile of minced meat!

Then a dozen mouths sprouted from the minced meat and chanted in unison:

"On November 25th, I attended a secret ball where all participants were required to wear only masks... It was truly an unforgettable memory..."

"January 13th, that self-important brat from the Rollin family actually dared to confess to Ashley. I'm going to deliberately let him see me and Ashley's tryst, right in front of him..." "July 6th, damn it! The aphrodisiac I drank last night had some serious side effects; I went to the bathroom eight times this morning..."

Luther read Concealment passages from Roselle's Diary without reservation, their resounding echoes throughout the Mausoleum.

"..."

Bernadette listened to these things in silence, her gaze toward the platform growing increasingly hostile.

"███!!"

Two slits split open on the shadowy figure's face, resembling two asymmetrical eyes. Below those "eyes" opened another, longer slit, like the shadowy figure's mouth... Pure, blood-red light burst forth from all the slits.

When the figure sensed Bernadette's cold gaze, it revealed an even stronger humanity.

"Shut up!"

Having acquired a mouth, the dark figure finally uttered words that humans could understand. The voice was extremely majestic, like an unquestionable iron law, as if it had altered the Order of the entire space, instantly spreading throughout the empty Mausoleum.

On the flesh that Luther had turned into, all the mouths were forcibly shut, and then--

"Whoosh!"

Phantom Tide surged forth, shattering all the rules imposed upon him. The black figure, as if punched, stumbled backward, crashing into the Throne. And once Luther regained his freedom, he opened his mouth again, loudly reciting Roselle's diary:

"On September 19th, my lovely little princess Bernadette begged me to teach her to ride a horse..."

Oh?

Is there finally a slightly heartwarming entry in my diary?

"Wait, stop reading!"

A strong sense of urgency surged in the dark figure's crimson eyes as he shouted at Luther.

But Luther paid no heed and continued reading:

"Spending some quality family time with my daughter would be wonderful, but I've finally managed to get an appointment with Ms. Viviana today... she's a stunning beauty known throughout Intis, I can't miss this opportunity!"

"So I eventually told my daughter that I had important work to do and that Edwards would teach her to ride in my place. I'm sorry, dear Bernadette, but some battlefields are inescapable for men to retreat from..."

You lied to me!

Hearing this, Bernadette finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her eyes widened, and she shouted at the black figure on the platform, "You clearly told me that day that you were going to save a village attacked by Devil!"

"Uh, well..." Like any guilty father in the world, the shadowy figure looked extremely embarrassed, as if unsure where to put his hands. "You know, it was all just to fit the atmosphere, just for show..."

"Just pretending? You're clearly enjoying it!"

Bernadette shouted angrily.

As an Intis native, she was well aware of how chaotic the local aristocratic circles were, and she knew that her father was a womanizer... But even knowing this in her heart, she still found it hard to accept when she actually learned the details of these things.

The touching reunion between father and daughter was ruined by Luther.

"I..."

Roselle was about to try to explain when a series of "bang" sounds suddenly rang out. More and more cracks appeared on his dark skin, like countless blood-red flowers covering his body.

He became like a shadow enveloped in Red Light, a light so pure, so blasphemous...

Upon seeing the Red Light, Luther almost immediately thought of the Crimson Moon overhead. More and more Filth odors descended from the top of the Mausoleum, landing on Roselle and suppressing his barely overflowing humanity, filling it with something else...

The gaps all began to shimmer, like the eyes of a living creature.

"Hehehe..."

Roselle chuckled softly, slowly returning to his Throne, his earlier panic gone. "Never mind that for now, my dear little princess... I never imagined you'd find your way here, that you'd come to rescue your old father..." His voice was filled with love and tenderness as he looked at his daughter. "You've grown so much... Come here, let me take a good look at you..."

Bernadette's eyes quickly welled up with tears; this was the scene of father and daughter reunion she had envisioned. Emotions that had been building up for centuries erupted at this moment, and she couldn't help but take steps toward the Throne.

One step, two steps...

Her pace quickened until she was almost running.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Luther glanced at Bernadette, then at the blood-red shadow on the Throne. After a moment's thought, he tore off one of his arms and threw it into the air above the Mausoleum.

"Boom!"

Flesh exploded at the top of the Mausoleum, forming a massive dome that blocked the air. The Flesh, filled with the scent of the Tide, instantly severed the connection between the Filth aura above and Roselle.

Stop!

Almost simultaneously, Roselle suddenly shouted, stopping his daughter from moving forward.

Bernadette was taken aback and stopped abruptly.

The crimson glow on Roselle's body vanished instantly. He gripped the armrests of the Throne tightly, a look of pain on his face, and said in a deep voice, "I've been corrupted..." Please remember the only official website: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

A deep sadness was evident in Bernadette's eyes.

From the Blood Bishop's speculation to her own testimony, and then to her father's own response... she finally had to admit that her father had become an irredeemable Monster.

Seal me!

But Roselle didn't have much time for sentimentality; while he was still in good spirits, he immediately called out to his daughter.