"These great powers are too ruthless. The moment they turn on you, they don't hesitate in the slightest..."
Lilliat watched the scene, a chill creeping into her heart. "If my bloodline is of no use to them... perhaps my end will be even worse than that bone monster's!"
"Go!"
At that moment, a phantom of a blood-red cloak abruptly swelled, almost blotting out the sky as it descended upon them.
Xisthos roared and guarded the rear, allowing the three from the Investigation Bureau to enter the passage first.
The Moon Witch followed close behind, then Chikatilo.
Lilliat and Clark had no other choice and could only follow them through the passage.
If they did not leave now, once that white-robed man departed, they would be left to face the evil spirit alone—and their fate would surely be too ghastly to behold!
The instant she passed through the white door, a sensation of weightlessness struck her.
Lilliat's vision went dark, and when it cleared, she found herself within an enormous underground cavern.
On the surrounding walls, rock and banyan roots had fused together in a strange fashion, carrying a twisted sort of beauty.
Countless ancient wall carvings filled the place, as though they were recounting a legendary history from a thousand years ago!
"I knew it... this accumulation of a thousand years of history... even its very aura is fragrant!"
Clark practically crawled and stumbled toward one of the carvings, touching every pattern upon it with an intoxicated expression.
As a historian, he possessed an extraordinary passion for the deeds of that legendary count.
"As burial murals, they must depict the truth of his life... This is the greatest historical discovery of the century, a key to unraveling the legendary count... I wonder how many people will envy me."
Clark muttered