Chapter 802
The Birth of the Winter Envoy
It was the third day since Alistair had left Leipzig.
Count Leipzig couldn’t help but ponder, would Alistair… or rather, Madam Beyad, truly return?
She left so quietly, just before Pomanach’s arrival in Leipzig, and not even Prince Xiardo knew she would be gone for a while. Hadn’t she actually fled?
He felt that Beyad wanted to avoid Pomanach and had left in a hurry just as he was about to arrive.
…Come to think of it, could she have some connection with Pomanach? That’s why Pomanach was so insistent on seeing her, yet also insisted that he treat her politely…
Count Leipzig sighed while sipping red wine and watching an opera performance at the White Dove Opera House.
He felt like his brain was going to burn out.
Although Pomanach had said he shouldn’t return if he couldn’t find Beyad… if he didn’t return for several days without a word, Pomanach would probably go mad.
Precisely because of this, he couldn’t help but go back the morning before yesterday and report to Pomanach that Alistair had already left Leipzig.
— For some reason, as soon as Pomanach heard that Madam Beyad had gone to Avalon, his mood suddenly turned sour.
He kicked Count Leipzig out a few times and reiterated – he shouldn’t return if he couldn’t find Beyad. Even though he already knew Madam Beyad wasn’t in Leipzig at all.
But at that time, Count Leipzig actually felt relieved.
Because he could feel that Pomanach was determined to see Madam Beyad this time. It didn’t matter if he wasted some time here… And this was Leipzig, after all; he wouldn’t have nowhere to go if he left home.
So, Count Leipzig went to the White Dove Opera House with peace of mind and played for two days.
After all, everything would be fine when Madam Beyad returned.
But today, he suddenly realized.
— Could it be that the Red Phase wanted him to go to Avalon to find Madam Beyad?
As Pomanach’s closest “children,” Leipzig had always looked down on those Young Children of the Moon who were so nervous they broke out in a cold sweat when facing Pomanach.
He would just smile at them, dissatisfied with their impatience—after all, Pomanach was already known to be a gentle type among the Children of the Moon.
Everyone knew Pomanach worshiped the Banquet Master and only did things for fun. As long as you appeased him, he was much easier to serve than those nobles who wouldn’t speak properly…
…Much easier than Valentine VII.
When Count Leipzig was not yet a Count, nor a Prince, he was favored by Her Majesty the Queen without any achievements. His ability to be likable could be considered a talent. After Valentine VI died, he flexibly applied this cultivated talent to Pomanach and felt like a fish in water.
— At least, Pomanach at that time was notoriously honest.
When Pomanach was happy, he was visibly happy, and when he was angry, it was easy to see that he was already angry.
Although his mood sometimes changed quickly, at least he wasn’t like Valentine VI, who would smile and chat with clowns who exaggerated their flattery… When the first half of his words seemed happy, in the second half he would calmly order him to be dragged out and executed.
Until that person was executed, Count Leipzig didn’t know what he had said wrong or where he had gone wrong.
The two masters Count Leipzig had served, Valentine VI and Pomanach, had opposite personalities.
One could never guess what Her Majesty the Queen was thinking from her expression and tone alone. And she hated it when others tried to guess her thoughts.
The Old Queen would sometimes sit in a darkened room, in front of the piano, thinking in silence, pressing one key slowly after a long time. She didn’t like others speaking while she was thinking, interrupting her thoughts; but sometimes she would suddenly ask a question out of the blue, to which he had to immediately give an instinctive answer.
At that time, “Fayn,” who wasn’t even a nobleman, felt as if his heart had been seized. Sweat poured down his back, but he could only sit still, not daring to even take a sip of water.
And now… Count Leipzig was gradually beginning to feel this pressure from Pomanach.
…Do people become like this when they get old?
Count Leipzig muttered to himself.
Was it an illusion? Pomanach still looked younger than him, and as a Child of the Moon, he didn’t have a human lifespan. He still focused on pleasure every day and was full of vitality…
However, Count Leipzig vaguely felt a “smell of old age” from Pomanach.
Was it an illusion?
Or perhaps…
“This is troublesome…”
Count Leipzig sighed and actively erased his dangerous thoughts: “He’s getting harder to please, and he’s starting to be unreasonable…”
— He couldn’t really go to Avalon, could he?
If he went to the territory of those knights, he might not be able to return…
If he had the chance to see Madam Beyad now, he really wanted to kowtow to her.
“Greatest Aunt, please, don’t run around…”
At this moment, the door behind him was knocked on from the outside. Count Leipzig was too lazy to get up.
He lay on his chaise lounge watching the opera. Young girls nestled beside him. Someone massaged his head behind him, and someone was bowing and serving him in front of him.
“Eased.”
He called out his bodyguard’s name.
A man wearing a white hood, with his arms crossed and leaning quietly against the wall, dispelled his invisibility and silently walked over to open the door.
He spoke with the person outside in a low voice for a moment, then closed the door and walked back.
“Count.”
His voice, with a strong Anxi accent, rang out: “Alistair has returned.”
“Oh?”
Count Leipzig’s spirit immediately perked up, and he turned over, wanting to get up: “Where is she? Take me to her!”
“After she returned, she went directly to the Spirit Tower. She was riding a phantom horse, and she was very fast. Our people couldn’t stop her,” the man in the white robe said in a low voice.
“…Ah.”
Count Leipzig lay back down.
The Spirit Tower… it was truly troublesome.
Unless absolutely necessary, he really didn’t want to go there. As a Child of the Moon, he had an almost instinctive revulsion and resistance to the Spirit Tower. Just entering its influence range made him feel intense discomfort—Twilight Power had a very obvious suppressing effect on the Path of Love; the two were incompatible.
“…Never mind, I’ll still make a trip.”
After all, Madam Beyad was also a Child of the Moon… Since she was willing to go to the Spirit Tower, he would go.
However, just in case.
“…Go and notify the Red Phase. Tell him that Madam Beyad has returned and went directly to the Spirit Tower upon her return. And that I am already going to find her…”
Count Leipzig cautiously said to the white-robed man he called “Eased.”
He instinctively felt a sense of danger.
After all, Valentine VII himself was a monarch who was compatible with the Twilight Path.
Now, the first Black Phase had awakened from his slumber. But facing the death of a monarch, there was no movement from the Spirit Tower… Was that reasonable?
Compared to the Twilight Path choosing to remain still, Count Leipzig was more inclined to believe that this was just the calm before the storm.
Every anomaly could be part of a conspiracy, and Madam Beyad’s trip to the Spirit Tower was part of it!
In any case, let’s get someone to help. If something happens to him, at least Pomanach can save him!
At this moment, Alistair had already arrived at the Spirit Tower and met the Lich Matthias Grunewald again.
Upon hearing of Alistair’s return, the current Black Phase and Vice Principal of the Spirit Tower, Adolf, also rushed over.
But when he reached the top floor and saw Matthias, the place was already empty.
“…Miss Alistair?”
Adolf asked somewhat doubtfully: “I heard she had already returned?”
Matthias’s hollow yet gentle voice replied: “She left using the technique of spirit world traversal. Alistair sensed someone was following her.”
“…So she ditched the stalkers at the Spirit Tower?”
Adolf rubbed his forehead.
He was not afraid of this at all. With Lich Matthias here, the Spirit Tower never feared trouble.
He just felt it was a bit troublesome… As an extraordinary being of the Twilight Path, there were no troubles he feared.
“But, Mentor,” Adolf looked at the bony frame floating in the air, draped in a tattered black robe, and asked expectantly, “Could it be that Miss Alistair…”
“She did bring back a Sixth Tier Undead. She brought back a King of the Wild Hunt… Helchin from Avalon,” Matthias’s hollow voice sounded. “I underestimated her. To actually accomplish something like this…”
“I haven’t even seen it yet!” Adolf said somewhat displeasantly. “Why didn’t you call me, Mentor?”
“She will return,” Matthias turned his head, and two pale yellow flames burned gently in his skeletal eye sockets. “And you have more important things to do. “Go tell the students…”
Before the Lich could finish speaking.
Adolf’s eyes suddenly widened.
Because at that moment, an invisible cold wave suddenly swept through his body—the sky instantly turned dark.
Although it was noon at the end of March, snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.
It wasn’t a blizzard… but a silent, heavy snowfall.
Instantly, heaven and earth were covered by these pervasive pure white snowflakes, turning into the formless winter.
That silence was not just a description—within the curtain of snow, it seemed as if no sound could penetrate. People walking on the street suddenly fell into chaos, but they couldn’t hear sounds from afar, and their visibility was only within three meters.
In an instant, the entire world was covered by a blizzard, turning into the formless winter.
“This is bad…”
The young Valentine VIII stood by the window, looking at the world covered in snow, his lips turning pale with fear: “Did the Black Phase… come to kill me?”
He felt the Twilight Power echoing between heaven and earth.
“This is not good, Your Majesty!”
At this moment, someone rushed in and shouted: “Your Majesty in the bedroom… the former King’s remains are gone!”
Valentine VIII’s eyes darkened, and he stumbled back into the bedroom.
It was the remains of his own father, placed there by the Red Phase Pomanach—Lucian wanted to bury them, but he didn’t dare to anger Pomanach, so he didn’t dare to touch them.
Even though Pomanach had already left Lionheart City and gone to Leipzig… Lucian could only place the terrifying skeleton covered in human skin in his own bedroom.
But now, the skeleton in the room was only left with half a piece of human skin.
The rest of the bones had vanished.
— Valentine VIII immediately felt a strong sense of fear.
It was like clearly realizing someone had entered the house, but not knowing where they were.
He had realized that his long-unburied father had been transformed into an Undead by this great snow.
…Would he be a vengeful spirit?
Would he come for revenge?
And at this moment, in a garden outside the Royal Palace.
A bony frame covered in ice, tearing off the remaining human skin on its body, looked up at the falling snow.
He raised his hands as if quietly embracing the snow. It was like a jailbreaker reborn.
In the Spirit Tower, the Black Phase’s voice sounded steadily:
“Go and tell the students… the Spirit Tower is now blessed by a Heavenly Envoy. “Go and revise the textbooks. From now on, the concept of Undead will no longer be the Earth of ‘Underworld’ and ‘Burial’, but the Ice representing ‘Silence’ and ‘End’.”
“—We welcome the Winter Envoy. The Heavenly Envoy of Silent Death, the Heavenly Envoy of Regrowth from the Earth.”
(End of this chapter)
