Perhaps if we continue the investigation, we could gather more information for the next simulation.
But then we might not see the Blood Clan, who live well in the capital St. Trick City, anymore.
If he doesn’t risk his life against the Blood Clan today, he might not sleep well at all.
Indeed, what Calila showed him was of utmost importance.
The era of Blood Moon Bad World didn’t end so simply.
If Archbishop Lankros passed away so contentedly, a greater disaster would befall this world.
"Let the slaughter begin!"
Talia fully supported Lanci.
Up until now, Lanci had chosen the more conservative options.
But this time.
This was intolerable!
[Under the starlight’s gaze, the valley was profound, the forests shadowy.]
[Belief and righteousness brought betrayal.]
[It ignited anger.]
[Just as they had always done.]
[Their sins, their eternal unrepentance, their atrocities.]
[We are the witnesses.]
[The truth will be passed on forever.]
[Render the final judgment.]
After the Demon Race Script on the trees appeared, the sky began to flicker between light and dark.
Once again, Lanci felt an abrupt change in the surroundings, flying southward for a long time.
Not until the second day and night.
He arrived at St. Trick City, the southernmost capital of the Honning Empire.
The brilliantly lit night made the entire capital, St. Trick City, shine like a dazzling gem.
From above, the winding Rhine River was like a shimmering satin ribbon, dividing the city in two.
Along the river, the towering St. Trick Cathedral that Lankros dreamt of stood solemnly, and in the center of Honning Empire Square nearby, statues of ancient heroes stood tall; even at night, the square was crowded with tourists and street performers attracting many onlookers.
On the South Bank, the iconic Moonlight Tower reached into the sky, its observation deck at the top glowing in the night.
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The human territories to the North, and the territories designated for the Blood Clan to the South.
[After arriving at the capital, St. Trick City, you first entered the human territories on the North Shore.]
[You learned about the current state of the capital, St. Trick City.]
[Although occasionally harassed by Demon People, the citizens weren’t that frightened.]
[You started asking the residents of St. Trick City on the streets.]
"Because the Blood Clan have always been protecting us," said a passerby on the road.
[Whenever bringing up Demon People, the citizens answered you actively and warmly.]
"Blood Clan folks are good folks, pity that those from the Holy Polante Theocracy in the north always like to slander them; without the Theocracy, maybe the Blood Clan could have wiped out the Demon Race."
"Demon People must be related to the Demon Race, if not for the Demon Race, how could such monstrous things exist? They should have eradicated those demons long ago."
[Listening to the words of these once fellow citizens of the Honning Empire.]
[You realized.]
[Time really had changed.]
Talia watched as Lanci asked the residents of St. Trick City on the streets one by one.
She watched Lanci’s smile.
Unsure whether it was Lankros’s or Lanci’s smile, she felt nothing but worry.
Talia now couldn’t check the information from the Shadow World outside the Mirror of Tiberius, nor could she see how much Lanci’s understanding of Lankros had progressed.
She also found it absurd.
That not a single resident felt that the Blood Clan could be a threat.
In the eyes of the Honning People, St. Trick City’s present stability and development were almost entirely due to the assistance provided by the symbiotic relationship with the Blood Clan.
Even the younger generation and the children admired the Blood Clan.
["What exactly is the Blood Clan?"]
[You, standing in the street, started to laugh with a quivering voice as you asked this question.]
Pedestrians on the street and customers in front of shops suddenly stopped all their activities.
They all stood up in unison, turned around, and took heavy steps, all looking this way.
"Blood Clan are friends!"
The residents of St. Trick City all beamed with happy smiles as they chorused in response to him.
["Hahahahaha!"]
[You finally burst into hearty laughter.]
[Your condition "Spiritual Fissure" expanded at this moment.]
[When faced with emotional fluctuations, you would recall the most painful memories, causing you great pain, hallucinations, and all you could do was to force a laugh or a cry, getting through these few seconds.]
[Even your Magic Power began to wobble, and soon, powerful Creatures in St. Trick City sensed the arrival of you, the Saint Polante Pope.]
On the streets of St. Trick City under the night sky, with people coming and going, only one figure stood out of sync with the surrounding crowd, standing still and laughing.
"Lanci, can you hear me talking?"
The anxious voice of Talia echoed ethereally in Lanci’s ears.
She knew how sad and distressed Lanci felt at the moment, yet he could not control his laughter, laughing until he choked and could not stop, and with the laughter came a merciless tearing at her heart, bringing Lanci to the brink of collapse.
But she could not materialize to embrace Lanci.
It was as if she were separated by a glass wall, unable to touch even a bit of Lanci.
Talia had never seen Lanci like this.
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Perhaps they had underestimated the Ninth-order negative status of "Spiritual Fissure," or perhaps Lanci had already fallen too deeply into this Phantasmagoria unconsciously.
"Haha..."
Lanci’s laughter gradually subsided, and the look in his eyes began to change.
The text of the Mirror of Tiberius continued, climbing on the clothes of the group of pedestrians in St. Trick City, forming a dense ring of Demon Race Script—