Chapter 1064
Crying and laughing at the same time
The culprit who disturbed the Dream Realm and manipulated the coup using the Box of Nothingness has now been directly assassinated by them.
Regardless of how much of a shock this would cause…
And the Box of Nothingness is still here.
“Naturally, we’ll go to the **Basement** to look for **Mr. Box**,” **Eivass** said with a smile. “If we’re lucky, perhaps there won’t be a **fight**.”
“You want to send it into the Dream Realm?” **Sherlock** instantly guessed **Eivass**’s intentions. They now had the means to enter the Dream Realm. The **Swan King** had long possessed the qualifications to become a god, but the **Ritual** had not yet been completed, and it was sealed at this stage.
It was like breaking out of a cocoon. The **Swan King** was forcibly pulled out by **Count Orléans** during the process of “breaking out of the cocoon.” Then, its life was kept on a thread, preventing it from completely dying. It was like replacing all of a person’s **Organs** with machinery while they were still alive but in a **Coma**, without them ever becoming brain-dead.
If the **Swan King** were killed, it could be sent into the Dream Realm. The problem was that it had lost its conscious will and was acting entirely on **Subconscious** instinct, so it might resist out of a survival instinct. The resistance of a sleeping god—**Sherlock** dared not imagine what a great **Calamity** that would be.
But if it were sent directly into the Dream Realm, wouldn’t that bypass this issue?
**Eivass** did not respond to **Sherlock**’s words, only smiled, patted **Sherlock**’s hand holding the **Staff**, and signaled him to get busy.
**Sherlock** sighed, “Perhaps everyone in **House Hermes** is fated to be overworked…” He wasn’t very interested in fighting, but since the minister had given the order, he should deal with it as soon as possible. In a few more days, Minister **Eivass** would become Prince **Eivass**. Moreover, the **Children of the Moon** he had seen previously had destroyed his last shred of hesitation—he would not hesitate in the slightest to kill these monsters.
After **Sherlock** left, **Eivass** did not move.
“Then… what about me?” **Arsen** was still somewhat dazed. “Do I… also have things to do?” As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the fragments of **Count Orléans** on the ground. His gaze was extremely complex: **Angry**, shocked, mocking, sorrowful… like an overturned paint cabinet, mixing all the colors together, ultimately turning into a turbid and dirty black.
That was an Extraordinary of the **Fifth Tier**, the pinnacle of **this World**! It was his nightmare-like enemy, his fated adversary… The entire **Iris Flower** held great respect and fear for **Count Orléans**. Although **Count Orléans** always maintained a **Gentle** demeanor outwardly, **Arsen** knew how evil and tyrannical he was in private… This rumor had always circulated in the underworld, but **Arsen** had thought it was a rumor until he was caught.
Now, even after becoming the Duke’s son-in-law, **Arsen** dared not seek revenge. Perhaps he was too scared at the time, or perhaps he did not want to drag the **Vendome Family** into this troublesome quagmire.
—It didn’t matter what happened to him, but those who had followed him and tunneled out with him back in the past had all been captured and brutally executed. This became the thing **Arsen** regretted most in his life, and the crucial event that completely matured him… transforming him from a handsome and mysterious youth into a steady, somewhat decadent middle-aged man.
He could only force himself to forget that painful **Memory**. From then on, he had also basically given up his **Phantom Thief** work. And now, this was a rare opportunity. He finally had the chance to face his past nightmare directly.
His **father** had lent him the heirloom sword of the **Vendome Family** because he knew **Eivass** was going to deal with **Count Orléans** this time—it was inconvenient for the **Vendome Family** to go to war with the entire **Child of the Moon** clan, but he was willing to help him as an individual. It was precisely because of this warm family love that **Arsen** did not want to cause trouble for his family and chose to endure it. When he left home today, he had already resolved to die with his enemy—he kissed his sleeping **wife** and hugged his **child** one last time.
Even if he could not defeat **Count Orléans**, he would at least give it his all. If he missed this opportunity, he probably wouldn’t have another chance like this.
…In the end, he never expected that, unlike his resolve, **Count Orléans** was so **easily** killed: he was instantly frozen into ice, and then **easily** cut in half at the waist.
—It was as simple as kicking a stray dog to death. Now **Arsen** even felt that **this World** was somewhat unreal, as if he were dreaming… His lifelong wish had come true, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do.
“Shouldn’t you be laughing?” **Eivass** glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. “Laugh proudly, laugh ecstatically, laugh joyfully, laugh hysterically… **Crying and laughing at the same time**. Laugh until those things you want to forget become as light as cotton, allowing you to straighten your back again, and then stop laughing.”
With that, **Eivass** waved his hand and turned to leave. He also left a parting remark: “If you must do something… go and see those **Blood Slaves**. See if they still have a chance to be saved, if there’s a possibility for them to live.
“—Perhaps you didn’t have the chance before, but at least this time, you can truly let them escape. Then we’ll talk again. About those words you once said.”
With that, **Eivass** left without looking back. **Arsen** stared blankly at **Eivass**’s receding figure. For a moment, he felt his eyes moisten. Although he no longer cried, although he could no longer enter dreams, at this moment, an impossible fantasy appeared in his heart.
…If only **Eivass** had appeared sooner. Then, not only he, but others could have been saved… But at least, from now on, there would be no one like him…
Thinking thus, **Arsen** walked in the direction of his **Memory** towards the prison where the untamed **Blood Slaves** were kept. **Sherlock** had not come into contact with the illusion of **Count Orléans**, and **Eivass** had not told him what **Arsen** had experienced… Although with **Sherlock**’s wisdom, he should have guessed most of it. But for **Arsen**’s privacy, **Eivass** still chose to keep his secret.
Simply put… **Count Orléans** was bisexual. And like other **Children of the Moon** of **Iris Flower**, he had strong sadistic tendencies. Compared to the **Children of the Moon** of the **Daffodil Duchy** and **Star Antinomy**, the **Children of the Moon** of **Iris Flower** detested it when **Blood Slaves** could feel pleasure. Because of the price of blood divine art, they could hardly feel pleasure. Therefore, they were jealous of everyone who could enjoy themselves.
From the flashes of illusions, **Eivass** saw **Count Orléans**’s memories one after another. He frowned in disgust, wanting to erase those dirty memories from his mind. Even for the good-tempered **Eivass**, a trace of anger rose in his heart—perhaps it was more than just a “trace.”
—As expected, it would be better to destroy the **Children of the Moon** and the **Blood Heavenly Envoy**.
(End of this chapter)
