Chapter 807
To Beyad (Request for Monthly Passes)
The ritual was proceeding smoothly.
Watching the ritual rooms on both sides, which resembled elevators and oscillated up and down like a seesaw, removing strands of grey energy and embedding them into the translucent body of the King of the Wild Hunt like felt… Alistair realized she had found the right person.
To so casually handle the residual souls of Heavenly Envoys…
Although it was not a complete descended soul, but a residual soul after death. It was still astonishing enough.
Mathias Grunewald was diligently watching over the souls of the two—he did not hold a staff, but simply raised his hands.
Dim yellow radiance spread from the bones of his hands, and the part of the main body’s soul that was absorbed was perfectly reattached by him. One wouldn’t even notice the loss of essence from this part.
Watching the King of the Wild Hunt being infused with the residual souls of the Grey Heavenly Envoy bit by bit, Alistair fell into deep thought.
Was this method of infusing residual souls of Heavenly Envoys considered implanting Heavenly Envoy Fragments?
Alistair remembered that Beasts of Sin could evolve once more by fusing with Heavenly Envoy Fragments of the same attribute.
The Grey Heavenly Envoy was a spider, smoke, illusion, and lies—His attributes were wind and water, symbolizing the unpredictability of flowing things. And the current King of the Wild Hunt, Helchin, was precisely a wind-attribute Beast of Sin!
Since the Grey Heavenly Envoy could be fully reincarnated through this method, it indicated that His Heavenly Envoy Fragments were not left in the Dream Realm. When Eivass communicated with the Pillar God earlier, he also learned that the Grey Heavenly Envoy had not completely died… This meant that His Power was actually dispersed among these “human pillars.”
…But Alistair closed her eyes and felt that the King of the Wild Hunt’s condition remained quite stable. There was no sign of evolution.
The power was clearly within, but it could not be obtained…
—It seemed that this was because the Grey Heavenly Envoy had not yet completely died.
Perhaps when the revived Grey Heavenly Envoy was completely dealt with, the residual part of His soul in Helchin’s body would become a seed of power.
Watching the roaring machines operate with abnormal stability, like a hypnotic pendulum. Alistair soon felt sleepy.
It was at this moment that old Adolf suddenly noticed something.
“The Red Phase has arrived?”
Alistair asked.
“That’s right… Shall we go down together?”
Vice Principal Adolf asked solicitously.
“No need,” Alistair shook her head, “I’ll go see him myself.”
Adding Adolf might actually reveal her identity.
—Yes, Alistair intended to impersonate Beyad and meet Pomanach.
Although the King of the Wild Hunt was occupied now, making it impossible for Alistair to ask Beyad to be present. However, Eivass had been in contact with Shadow Demons for quite some time… and Pomanach’s relationship with Beyad was not that close.
Everyone had only a vague understanding of each other, so why would you say I’m fake?
At least this face is real!
It was a mask personally bestowed by the Twin, which could not be seen through!
So Alistair walked to the elevator alone and went up to the third floor of the Spirit Tower.
As the elevator slowly descended, Alistair covered her face with her hand, recalling Beyad, whom she had seen during her Ascension Ritual, and took two deep breaths.
When she removed her hand again, her eyes had already become indifferent. Almost exactly like Beyad’s from the Ascension Ritual.
But even this wouldn’t quite do… So many years had passed, Beyad must have changed.
So Alistair rubbed her face again, softening her gaze and the corners of her mouth.
When she reached the door of the reception room, she casually knocked. Before any sound came from inside, she opened the door and walked in.
Inside, Pomanach did not look like he was holding a “silver party” as Alistair had imagined… At least his clothes were all worn properly, appearing solemn and formal.
—This was the first time Alistair had seen Pomanach.
He had a very handsome face, with about three or four points of resemblance to Eivass. But compared to Eivass, who had relatively round cheeks and a gentle demeanor, Pomanach’s face was relatively narrower. If he hadn’t styled his golden hair to shoulder length, making his head appear larger, his face would have looked even longer.
This hairstyle made Alistair feel, when viewed from the side, that Pomanach looked like a noble lady.
The black and red noble formal wear he wore, with its upright collar, brought to mind the vampire literature popular in Avalon. In fact, the attire of the “vampires” came from the noble fashion popular in the Empire, a testament to their claim of legitimacy.
They indeed had the right to be “legitimate”—as many of them were actually nobles from the Empire era.
Not descendants of nobles, nor legitimate heirs of nobles… but the nobles “themselves.”
Is there anything more legitimate than the person themselves?
“Long time no see, Pomanach.”
“Beyad” said, “I heard you were looking for me.”
Her voice was hoarse and magnetic, always so methodical, and because of its politeness, it seemed distant.
Pomanach, who was closing his eyes and tasting wine, heard this, slowly opened his eyes, and turned his head. His deep red pupils were redder than the wine in his hand.
Upon seeing Beyad, a trace of visible nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
Her height of nearly 1.8 meters was quite recognizable… Even though she was already so tall, she was still wearing high heels. This made her half a head taller than Pomanach.
Unlike in the past, she was not wearing sharp-looking metal-framed half-rimmed glasses. After removing her glasses, her emerald green eyes revealed that demonic charm even more. Her gaze remained as indifferent and arrogant as before, like a she-wolf full of danger and aggression.
“BaronessBeyad… it has indeed been a long time.”
Pomanach slowly stood up from his chair, smiled, walked over, shook Beyad’s hand briefly, and then let go.
That unusually polite attitude surprised Alistair.
“Beyad” also raised her eyebrows, half surprised and half sarcastic, “So polite, Pomanach? I thought you considered me your lover.”
“…Did that idiot Fynn say that?”
Pomanach’s face darkened, and he immediately guessed the source of the news Beyad was referring to: “Hmph… I specifically warned them many times. Not to cause trouble for me outside. I thought he was an intelligent person.”
As he spoke, his fingers tightened slightly, but he did not crush the fragile amber wine glass.
“Because of his offensive words, Count Leipzig has now been frozen into an ice sculpture. Do you want to take him back to be thawed? Anyway, he’s not dead yet… With your abilities, you should be able to thaw him easily.” Beyad sneered.
“I don’t want to see him right now. Leave him here… If you like him, I can give him to you. He can be considered a work of art. I’ve named this ice sculpture ‘The Foolish Talker.’”
Pomanach said fiercely, placing the wine glass on the table. He then found an amber wine glass from the table… and poured the crimson liquid from the bottle of ancient wine he had brought into it.
This first-generation Red Phase was not in a hurry to talk, but pushed the wine glass towards Beyad.
“Beyad” picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The familiar, slippery sensation that entered her mouth caused a streak of crimson to seep into her originally emerald green pupils. Like blood rising in a green lake, it dyed her pupils crimson.
“…Appetizer from Crescent Moon Manor?”
“Beyad” said, tasting the wine, frowning deeply.
This was the “Child of the Moon’s appetizer” she had seen during her Ascension Ritual. Strictly speaking, they were not wine, but blood with a relatively high alcohol content… After processing, they were provided in large quantities as a pre-party drink.
In the era of Crescent Moon Manor’s existence, the price of this wine was very low. It was basically like the drinks or ice cream provided in a buffet.
But now…
She picked up the wine bottle, but found no label on it.
“This wine… must be older than Star Antinomy.”
“Beyad” frowned somewhat distastefully.
“The taste is still well preserved, isn’t it?” Pomanach smiled.
“There’s still a scent of aging.”
“Beyad” said bluntly, “Or rather, it shouldn’t be ‘a scent’—it’s very strong. Even a blood-scent beast might not drink this kind of blood.”
She was now a Child of the Moon, and she could taste that unpleasant decaying flavor.
If anything, the blood in this bottle tasted like some old man’s blood…
“That means the Headmaster didn’t preserve it well for me.”
Pomanach laughed, “This is the wine I smuggled from Crescent Moon Manor back then. I asked the Headmaster to help me preserve it for future drinking… Originally, I planned to keep it as a memento. There was only one bottle in total. I took it out today to see an old friend.
“But now it seems… things that have passed should just be left to pass.”
As he spoke, Pomanach reached out and touched the wine bottle.
A thin layer of blood mist appeared in his hand, and in an instant, the old wine bottle was corroded into nothingness. As if it had never existed.
As if performing a magic trick, he flipped his wrist and took out a bottle of Number One Holy Tree, which was emitting wisps of white cold air.
“Since it’s already spoiled, don’t drink it. Try this… This is wine brewed with the blood of a Disciple. It’s a real delicacy.”
“This is indeed good wine…”
“Beyad” watched Pomanach pour her wine, resting her left hand on her chin.
—This was Pomanach’s test.
Alistair understood.
Only now did Pomanach confirm that she was Beyad…
So she became more at ease, even adding a touch of aggression to her tone: “But since when were we ‘old friends,’ Pomanach? Was I very familiar with you before?”
“You might not know me well, but I have known you for a long time… Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Franz Pomanach.”
The first-generation Red Phase raised the glass containing the white, cold, ruby-like crystalline liquid.
“—A toast to the great Baroness Beyad.”
(End of this chapter)
