Chapter 1147
You Don’t Want to Cause More Trouble for Others Either, Right?
— *Thump*.
Eivass slammed the door shut after entering the bedroom.
He glanced at the table and found a chessboard on it. It was a game of chess that was halfway through.
Eivass then casually picked up a few chess pieces and arranged them into the shape of Orion, setting up a simple soundproof barrier.
As the last chess piece fell with a slight difficulty and resistance, an invisible silent barrier instantly expanded and formed.
Accompanied by the sound of burst bubblegum, sounds from inside and outside the room were completely cut off, as if wearing noise-canceling headphones.
Cain could no longer hear the birdsong outside, and the sounds within the room became much clearer. It was like speaking with your hand in front of your mouth, reflecting more sound back to your ears.
Eivass didn’t even use any mana.
With his “Great Sin Ritual” now at Level Fourteen, even a Fourth Tier Transcendent couldn’t break this barrier.
“Sit down, Cain,”
Although a guest, Eivass said so and sat on one side of the chessboard.
Gazed at by Eivass, Little Cain nervously tugged at her skirt hem and uneasily sat on the other side.
…*Wh-why did he suddenly set up a silent barrier?*
*Is he going to do something… or should I be more aware…*
Knowledge from the Path of Love of the Blood Heavenly Envoy and Lucia flooded Little Cain’s mind.
That was supposed to be her own memory, her own knowledge… yet it now felt so unfamiliar.
Cain’s heart pounded, feeling as if it might leap out of her chest—an experience impossible for a Child of the Moon. Though Mist Demons were not human, in a sense, their experiences were closer to humans.
She subconsciously placed her right hand on her chest to feel the pulsations. Her rapidly moving hand left a faint white mist in the air.
“—How much memory do you have left?”
Just as Cain was panicking, Eivass suddenly asked.
This made Little Cain immediately relax. With her mood easing, her entire body floated up.
Although she was sitting on a chair, it was as if she had glitched through it; her butt was five to six centimeters higher than the chair. Rather than sitting on the chair, it was more like as she floated upwards, her thighs were blocked by the table, thus being under it.
“…Not much,”
Little Cain said softly, “I just know who I am… but I don’t have many memories.”
Her voice had a faint, ethereal sense of emptiness, like a whispered secret shared before sleep while reading a fairy tale, her voice carrying a breathy tone.
Her tone had also matured considerably, no longer as childish. It was like an adult who had turned into a child.
“What about occult knowledge?”
Eivass asked, “The occult knowledge you mastered when you were the Blood Heavenly Envoy, do you still remember it all?”
Little Cain shook her head, “I’ve forgotten it all. What I still remember are things that are… not very useful, at least not knowledge that can be turned into Extraordinary Power.”
Her milky white, straight hair cascaded down, smooth and lustrous like a waterfall. She looked soft and fragile.
“…I see.”
Eivass murmured.
It seemed Cain’s reset was thorough.
To prevent “Little Cain” from walking the same path as he did in the past, Cain hadn’t left her too much knowledge of the blood domain.
Just as the Sin Domain was made open source after the Fallen Heavenly Envoy’s death… the Blood Domain became public knowledge after the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s death.
It was as if it had been forcibly made open source.
Although the direct profession of Blood Mage had lost its power… other Extraordinary individuals could still obtain corresponding casting resources by acquiring Path Traits related to “blood energy” or by using special rituals and Potions. In other words, if Little Cain still possessed similar knowledge, she could still use blood magic to imitate the powers of other Paths, even as a Mist Demon.
But Cain had completely blocked this path. Clearly, he did not wish for Little Cain to become like himself.
Memory is the substance of personality. Precisely because of the change in memory, the personality had also undergone a permanent change.
“What about Lucia’s memories?”
Eivass confirmed.
Little Cain immediately replied, “I remember most of those things—including the memories of participating in the Ascension Ritual with you all, they are stored in my mind. I’m just missing some memories of interacting with my family, and memories of me reading Grimoires or other occult knowledge before…”
“What a violent reset…”
Eivass quipped.
Completely wiping away all memories of the Blood Domain was also a form of reset.
…If that’s the case, then rather than being a reborn Cain, it’s more like Lucia who obtained a portion of Cain’s memories and soul.
But clearly, compared to Cain’s soul, Lucia’s soul should have been more fragile—if they were damaged together, Lucia’s should have been more severely shattered. Yet Lucia’s personality remained mostly intact, only becoming more mature and additionally gaining some memories she hadn’t known before.
Was this Cain’s compensation to Lucia?
He released his own power, transforming all the Children of the Moon in the world into humans… lifting their curse of immortality. And for Lucia, who had innocently become his vessel, he shattered his own soul to heal her damages. Even without the Envoy of Mist gathering their souls, Lucia could probably have re-entered the River of the Dream Realm, becoming the first “Child of the Moon” whose soul could flow into the River of the Dream Realm.
…What a gentle big boy he was.
In this regard, Lucia could be considered a fortunate resurrection. The price was merging with a fragment of the Blood Heavenly Envoy, becoming the daughter of the Envoy of Mist…
—A true Son of God.
“That means you’ll have to start learning all over again…”
Eivass pondered, “What Energy Level are you at now?”
“Fifth Tier. I could enter the Sixth Tier at any time,”
Lucia replied softly.
“Fifth Tier… but you can’t use your own power?”
“Yes.”
Lucia said helplessly, “I only have the instincts of a ‘Mist Demon’. Like conjuring dense fog… or hiding within the mist. I don’t even possess Mr. Yeats’ illusionary abilities.”
This little princess of the Mist Demon clan, in a way, hadn’t changed her nature as a plump sheep.
After all, the Blood Heavenly Envoy hadn’t expected her to revive. He had only helped cleanse Lucia’s soul of curses and impure knowledge… This way, she could become an immortal dancer in her ‘Hengwo’ state, devoid of anything. That was the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s wish.
As a result, she was now on the verge of death and rebirth, ending up as a completely blank slate—possessing terrifying Path Power and an incomparably powerful soul, but lacking the knowledge and skills to wield them.
While Eivass was thinking, Little Cain plucked up her courage and asked, “You called for me… is there something you need?”
“Yes, there is.”
Eivass looked up and said seriously, “You still believe yourself to be the Blood Heavenly Envoy, don’t you?”
“…Yes.”
Lucia nodded sadly, “I am the holder of the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s final fragment. Although I’ve lost some memories, that is also my past self.”
“Dying to escape responsibility is the most irresponsible form of ‘atonement.’ It’s good that you survived. Since you are alive now, you must take responsibility.”
“…Huh? Responsibility?”
“That’s right. Although you only made the Children of the Moon go mad back then to prevent the ‘Wedge of Hatred’ from causing them to become Void, their actions did cause destruction to many people.”
Eivass said sternly, “Eras are unstoppable sandstorms. And a single grain of sand falling upon an individual or a family is utter devastation. The kind of misfortune the Children of the Moon brought, even in a future where humanity and human society no longer exist, will be hated and remembered by people… This is the responsibility you must now bear.
“—You don’t want to cause more trouble for others, Little Cain, do you?”
