Removing the corruption

Seeing that the "Magician" Lady had neither confirmed his speculation nor analyzed the deeper truth of the Hunt Island Devil legend, Lumian understood that this probably involved things that he could not currently glimpse, or things that were best left unsaid until the accumulated Corruption was cleared away.

"Find a time... does that mean I can Past, without needing to schedule it with the healer? Has the ' Magician ' Lady already foreseen no problems?" Lumian held the Paper with the coordinates of the Spirit World written on it and activated the Black Mark on his right shoulder.

His figure disappeared on the "Berry," weaving through the chaotic, overlapping blocks of color, occasionally sensing ambiguous gazes and seeing indescribable shapes.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally arrived at the area corresponding to the coordinates of the Spirit World and stepped out.

The first thing that caught his eye was the towering Dome, the bright Glass Window, and the murals depicting epic scenes.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian saw a patch of Sunlight Depths the hall.

He had a sudden realization and Past towards that direction.

As he walked, he saw the Sunlight "spread" over, leaving no shadow or darkness in its wake.

The next second, Lumian was bathed in Sunlight.

He suddenly felt as if his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs were being pierced by the pure Sunlight, and his soul was being directly exposed.

A few wisps of illusory black mist were forced out of his soul and body by the Sunlight. They bared their fangs and claws, highlighting Lumian's face, a face that was either ferocious, Pain, pleading, or threatening.

In just a few seconds, the dark mist was irresistibly dissolved by the Sunlight.

At the same time, Lumian's heart began to throb, and his left chest felt burning hot.

The intense, brilliant Sunlight seemed intent on driving everything away and purifying the place.

Amidst the excruciating pain in her heart, Lumian vaguely sensed that the seal on her left chest was Change, concealing itself, and harmonizing with the Sunlight.

Before this attempt could succeed, the Sunlight itself stopped and ceased its pursuit.

They receded like a tide, retreating into the Depths of the hall.

Lumian instantly returned to normal. Apart from lingering discomfort in his heart, he felt much more relaxed and his mind opened up, as if he had suddenly felt the morning breeze and seen the rising sun after a long period of oppressive and gloomy life.

He then noticed a man standing Depths the hall, dressed in a simple white robe, who was very tall.

Lumian felt that the other person was very young, looking to be only twenty-two or twenty-three years old. He was over two meters tall, exuding a strong sense of intimidation, yet his demeanor was very calm and composed. His Brownish Yellow hair was neatly styled.

"The remaining Corruption on your body has been cleaned away," the tall man said in Old Feysac.

Lumian asked, somewhat suspiciously, "Are you Mr. ' The Sun '?"

"Yes." The tall, young man was quite polite, showing no Pride or impatience whatsoever.

"So young! But you can't judge a book by its cover..." Lumian thanked him briefly, but had nothing else to ask or consult.

He pointed outside the hall:

"Can I go out for a walk?"

He didn't know where he was, but judging from the murals on the walls, it should be a fairly important Church of the "The Fool" Church.

Therefore, he deduced that the Major Arcana Sun " in front of him represented a high-ranking member of the Church of the Fool, or even one of That One top figures.

"Okay." The Major Arcana "The Sun" nodded.

Lumian placed his hand on his chest, bowed in the manner of the Church of the Fool, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Once he stepped out of the gate, the world suddenly came alive, and a multitude of sounds and figures flooded his senses.

At that moment, Lumian's first thought was:

Have I accidentally wandered into a land of Giant?

He saw that the people walking on the street were at least 1.8 or 1.9 meters tall, with the occasional one being 3 or 4 meters tall. Whether they were "half- Giant" or "Giant," as long as they were Men, they all wore white shirts, Black Trench Coat Medium-Height Silk Top Hat, and carried Staff that were comparable to spears, exuding an indescribable sense of absurdity.

The Lady were also quite tall; only a few wore skirts, with most opting for trousers for ease of movement.

Lumian looked around again, his gaze sweeping over the rows of doors that were over four meters high.

He was silent for a moment, feeling like a newborn baby in that situation.

This realization briefly dampened his enthusiasm for strolling around the area.

Of course, it's only temporary.

At the entrance of a Manor in Trier, Chaillot Town.

After Franca explained to the valet who opened the door that she had come to visit Lady Clarisse, he stepped aside but did not Guidance the way. He remained where he was, acting as if she should know where Lady Clarisse was and that she Past herself.

Franca didn't mind and followed the path in her memory, finding the round pavilion nestled among the Grapevine.

Clarisse, the "Black Witch," dressed in a long black Court Long Dress, was indeed sitting here.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Clarisse." Franca greeted her warmly and kindly, making no attempt to hide her admiration for the other woman's Exquisite Beauty beauty and slightly melancholic air.

"The Black Witch" Clarisse nodded slightly and asked, "Is there any progress in the investigation of the ' Person in the Mirror '?"

Franca didn't answer immediately, gazing into the captivating deep gray Eyes opposite her, and asked, "Blanche isn't here?"

"She is not my Maid; she has her own affairs," Clarisse, the "Black Witch," replied succinctly.

"She's not in the Red House Café or the hunting grounds next to the forest either." Franca, inhaling the fragrance in the air, chose to chat with the "Black Witch."

"She has other things to do." Clarisse clearly didn't want to discuss that further.

Franca had no choice but to recount the whole story of the Minister of Ministry of Industry, Moran Avignon, only replacing the person who sensed the tremors of the "Mirror World Fragment" while watching the play with herself.

Clarisse did not interrupt her or respond immediately; her eyelids were slightly lowered, as if she were deep in thought.

Franca did not urge the "Black Witch" on. Her gaze kept moving back and forth between the other woman's seemingly misty dark gray Eyes, her fair and delicate skin, her breathtaking features, and her exceptionally alluring red lips.

She knew this wasn't good, but she couldn't control herself. Her heart was gradually burning, her mind was becoming somewhat muddled, and her mouth was starting to dry, so she had to purse it every now and then.

Damn! Why am I in heat right now...? Although humans are animals that can go into heat anytime, anywhere, I've always been very serious when discussing serious matters or facing those in High-Ranking Being, at most admiring them... Could it be that the "Black Witch" is actively radiating her Charm to seduce me, or is there another reason? Yes, the residual Corruption from Devil affairs! Although it's very slight and doesn't show up in daily life, in front of a high-ranking Witch known for her Women Charm, it makes me even more unable to control my desires, and so I gradually enter a state of heat... Franca gritted her teeth, refusing to become a slave to her desires.

Clarisse raised her head and glanced at her:

Haven't you had Pleasure in a long time?

"Since my last Lover died, there hasn't been one." Franca understood that "Black Witch" referred to Pleasure in the narrow sense, and answered truthfully, adding, "Didn't I just say that I used a Mystical Item to get close to Moran Avignon's illegitimate daughter? The side effect was encountering deals with Devil and other Evil creatures, and I did encounter them later, and I was somewhat affected."

Clarisse's voice turned cool and clear.

"Patience is not a long-term solution. Make yourself Pleasure more often, otherwise, the ' Devil ' Pathway will become your nemesis."

The "Black Witch" suddenly exuded an aura of holiness, dignity, and inviolability.

Franca also began to realize that she couldn't have lewd thoughts about such a beautiful woman. Her desires gradually subsided, her mind slowly cleared, and she broke free from her state of arousal.

Clarisse steered the conversation back on track:

"You want to deal with Moran Avignon?"

"He must be a very important ' Person in the Mirror.' If we can catch him, or communicate with his spirit, we should be able to control most of the ' Person in the Mirror ' hiding in Trier. Lady, I would like to ask for your help," Franca said, somewhat eager to show off.

She didn't intentionally make it clear that Timoran Avignon had dark gray Eyes like Clarisse; she simply showed the color photograph.

Clarisse nodded slightly and said, "You can start planning your operation now. I'll offer assistance in crucial moments, but in most situations, you'll need to rely on yourself and the forces you control."

"No problem." Franca made no attempt to hide her delight.

Once she left the round pavilion surrounded by Grapevine, "Black Witch" Clarisse's deep gray Eyes turned cold as she slowly stood up.

Inside the Sunlight- drenched Bar.

Lumian, holding a beer mug bigger than his own head, clinked it against the nearly three-meter-tall "Giant" opposite him and gulped down the golden liquid.

He wiped his mouth and laughed, "So this is the New Silver City from the Holy Scripture."

During his Sermon, he learned that New Silver City was the headquarters of the Church of the Fool, located in the Sonia Sea, and was founded by the surviving humans whom Gehrman Sparrow rescued from the Curse continent of the Forsaken Land.

What he didn't expect was that the surviving humans were so tall, almost like Giant!

"Yes, all the Warrior here are ready to fight for Mr. The Fool's Church!" the nearly three-meter-tall "Giant" said with satisfaction. "You're quite good. You worship the ' Angel of Redemption ' and believe in Mr. The Fool. With these two things, we are brothers!"

He stretched out his right palm and slapped Lumian, almost knocking Lumian to the ground, just like a child being hit by a brown bear's paw.

Lumian forced a smile and said, "Could you tell me more about the deeds of the ' Angel of Redemption ' in the ' Forsaken Land '?"