Talia felt increasingly familiar with the terrain around her.
It was strikingly similar to the scenery in the recording of Lanci’s second journey to the Shadow World.
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"Yes, it must be Lichtenstein Castle. For me, that Shadow World castle is filled with beautiful memories, but for Lanci in the original history, that castle holds the past that he can’t forget. It’s understandable that he wanted to see it one last time before dying."
As a guest who had lived five days and nights in Lichtenstein Castle, Lanci was particularly familiar with the structure.
The ancient castle built in the style of the Huo Ning Empire, with its towering stone walls and pointed battlements, stood steadfast despite the test of storms and centuries. Moonlight sprinkled over the castle’s gray stone walls, and despite the mottled marks on the stones, they could not erase the forceful textures.
In front of the grand gate’s leaves, the moon’s shadow freely surged through the window panes, passing through the colorful glass, casting intermittent light and shadow on the exterior of the building.
After arriving at the castle, he took a short walk inside before returning outside the castle.
Gradually distancing himself.
Heading toward the cliffs.
Even before his gaze reached the edge, the sight of the nearly thousand-meter high and hundred-meter wide precipice was already a strong visual shock.
He leapt from the cliff and arrived at a hidden set of stone steps.
Here stood a row of tombstones.
His vision darkened as if his eyes had closed.
In the pitch-dark, only the subtitles in Demon Race Script were visible.
[You’ve found the Witch’s grave. Resting beside her tombstone for a moment has passed the night.]
[In the morning, you found the seal of the Werewolf Prince’s descendant under the cliff still intact. Seeing him slowly regaining his life force even without a heart, you are relieved. You reinforced the seal, and perhaps in another hundred years, he will awaken once more, and the prosperous era you discussed with him, you have made it happen.]
When his vision brightened again, it was already the next day.
[Time remaining: 3 days 13 hours 33 minutes]
[Your life is nearing its end, you’ve become weaker.]
"Is this the original historical line of the second Shadow World Sanctuary Evil Banquet?"
Talia remembers the story recorded in the Shadow World rewards of Lanci, Hyperion, and Frey.
If pieced together, it seems to be the ending of the five-day and five-night stay of the Son of the Sun, Miss Witch, and the Werewolf descendant in Lichtenstein Castle.
"It appears that the Mirror of Tiberius is simulating the historical line Lanci was in."
Lanci acknowledged and responded to Talia.
Since it has read his identity as Lanci, it must be Lanci’s story.
This further confirms that the ending of the fourth Shadow World, the Immortal Eternal Penalty, is not much different from the true historical line—the Polante Empire truly won. The subsequent birth of the Holy Polante Theocracy and Lanci as the Pope are facts that existed in history.
"I see."
Talia responded cheerfully.
Thus far, the outcome of the Blood Moon Bad World seems to be a perfect ending.
Despite the many sacrifices made.
But they succeeded.
The view began to shift again.
[You’ve met an old friend again, fulfilling another wish, and as you continue south, you pass through a border town several dozen kilometers from Lichtenstein Castle in the Hansabec Province.]
[Perhaps this town resembles your hometown too much, and you couldn’t help but step in to take a look.]
[As the proverb goes: the winding mountain roads turn, and as the heart turns with the road, the heart’s path stays open.]
[In this moment, you are no longer the Pope, powerful as a deity, but a youth enjoying the journey.]
On a sunny day, a brown-haired, blue-eyed traveling merchant steps onto the winding path leading to a mountain village.
The path is flanked by verdant trees swaying gently in the breeze, with the air rich with the fragrance of grass and earth.
He admired the beauty along the way while contemplating his destination—Brunswick, a rural town nestled in the mountains in the southern belly of the Huo Ning Empire.
And the town before him, not too far from Lichtenstein Castle, nestled amidst the intersecting peaks.
The deep gray and pristine white buildings reflected against the undulating terrain, blending with the ridges.
The warm morning sun gilded the small town, against the blue sky and white clouds, like a wonderful painting.
Lanci felt everything slow down.
The air carried a rich floral scent, with the sound of pleasant, deep music that was soothing to the soul.
He carried the traveling merchant’s case, roaming the town.
Looking around, it was a rather prosperous border town.
"What a beautiful town."
Talia also praised.
She now thought the Mirror of Tiberius was fantastic.
It could take one on such a healing journey to admire the scenery.
"It really feels like experiencing Lanci’s life journey."
Lanci continued step by step toward the end.
It seemed that Lanci no longer had to be afraid.
There was nothing left to lose.
[You suddenly realize this town—]
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Lanci felt like he was in this town right now.
Just like before in the Principal’s Office.
He could briefly experience the Phantasmagoria in person.
It seemed he was close to the next decision point.
Lanci walked down the road.
He simply looked around.
The residents were watching him inexplicably, their eyes showing vigilance toward him, a foreign traveling merchant.
"Is that hostility or fear...?"
Talia wondered to herself in confusion.
"Perhaps both."
Lanci also figured out what the message from the Mirror of Tiberius implied.