Gradually Advancing

As the rules weren't complicated, Jane quickly played it well. However, Queen Mystic was clearly very good at such games. Furthermore, she was especially serious about such games and refused to go easy on them. Therefore, Jane lost several rounds in a row.

Just as Jane gradually figured out something and wanted to win a round, Queen Mystic Bernadette stopped her game and looked down the mountain. "It's done."

Jane snapped back to her senses when she heard that. She suddenly realized that she had been so engrossed in the game that she had even forgotten the time.

She hurriedly used her "spirit" to look into the distance, only to see that the "black spots" on Baron Conva's body were receding bit by bit, turning into a disgusting, black sticky liquid.

As for the body of the slave merchant that the baron had taken from him, it also merged into the "liquid," leaving only his head that was tightly hugged by Lady Aston's evil spirit, floating in midair.

Just as the black liquid separated from the baron, a glass bottle suddenly appeared out of thin air. The liquid temporarily left the baron's control and flew straight into the bottle.

Right on the heels of that, a fair palm held the glass bottle and stuffed a "wooden stopper" into the bottle.

The baron's head, which was being hugged by Lady Aston, seemed to regain its lucidity. He looked at Bernadette, who was sitting on a pea vine, and said with a wry smile, "Is it some kind of 'Mystical Re-enactment'? I've once used similar ritualistic magic, but unfortunately, it can only be sealed for a short period of time…"

"Any last words?" Bernadette asked in a gentle but emotionless voice.

"No… I remember everything… Auceptin died long ago when exploring that ruin… The spirit that suddenly returned was actually formed from my splintered obsession…

That's why she's so suited to the perfect Aston in my heart… That's why she's even more persistent in finding than me…

Forget it, there's no point talking about it now. I should've died a long time ago… Besides, there's no need for me to live on my own without Aston…

After hearing his words, Bernadette fell silent for a few seconds. Then, she took out a shimmering golden scroll from her gray dress's pocket and muttered a word in ancient Hermes,

"Purification!"

Silently, the scroll was engulfed by flames that resembled the sun. Following that, it emitted a warm glow that enveloped the evil spirit that was hugging its head.

Instantly, the corrupted powers of degeneration, corruption, corruption, darkness, and evil quickly dissipated.

Just as he was about to be melted by the power of purification, the baron leaned his head into the arms of the splintered Aston and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, there are still many new theorems that haven't been verified…"

Before he finished his sentence, he completely disappeared under the radiance of The Sun.

However, at this moment, Bernadette suddenly frowned. She stared intently at the spot where the baron was floating before he was purified. This was because there were no Beyonder characteristics left there!

Suddenly thinking of something, she controlled the pea vine to bring the glass bottle that sealed the black liquid in front of her. However, she realized that the black liquid from before had vanished without a trace.

Bernadette stared intently at the empty glass bottle. Her blue eyes that resembled the sea instantly turned extremely deep, as though she was observing something or making a prophecy.

Soon, she muttered a few keywords,

Dreamweaver… Three songs… Omnipotent…

Just as she said this, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes.

As someone who was used to courting death… No, a knowledgeable Clairvoyant, she immediately realized that if this continued, she would probably foresee something very dangerous. Therefore, she hurriedly stopped.

After repeating the words "prophesied" a few times, Bernadette fell silent for three seconds before sighing to herself.

"So that's how it is…

"But this way, the girls are safe."

…

In a small alley near the Yefana Library in the North Borough, the figures of the couple quickly outlined themselves at the end of the road.

Just as Ebner was about to say something, Azik's bronze-colored eyes suddenly turned dark, as though they were connected to a silent, dark world.

He grabbed at thin air with his right hand, and a familiar spirit fell into his palm.

It was the spirit that belonged to Baron Conva!

And at that moment, the baron's spirit had shrunk into a ball, silently lying in Mr. Azik's palm as though it had fallen asleep.

"It's not a complete soul… It's very strange. It's similar to a certain state in my memory, but it's also different. It's as if it's mixed with some illusory things…" Mr. Azik analyzed the spirit in his hand as he tried hard to recall something.

Upon hearing Azik's muttering, Ebner immediately had a guess. Hence, he pretended to look curiously at the spirit in Azik's hand and asked,

"Is this Baron Conva's spirit? He was stopped by you when he returned to the Underworld?"

Azik nodded and said,

"I sensed him the moment we arrived here.

"He shouldn't be the spirit of a dead Beyonder. I suspect that he was created by a particular Holy Cathedral and Dreamweaver…"

That's not all, right? The source of the underground corruption is the omnipotent and omniscient existence. Who knows what the baron really encountered under the ancient castle… While this was on his mind, he deliberated and said,

"Perhaps it's a result of the high-level corruption?"

Azik glanced at him and shook his head.

"It's unlikely to be naturally formed… This gives me the feeling that someone is using him to verify certain ideas."

"To verify certain ideas… Are you saying that… Baron Conva is a product of an experiment?" Ebner frowned as he had never thought of this before.

That ancient castle was guarded by the Sanguine… It's hard to tell if the Sanguine had deliberately let Baron Kangva in back then…

That's the vicinity of Loen's capital. It's very difficult to hide from the three orthodox deities…

And the existence that used such a terrifying thing for experiments was probably not a true god, but a King of Angels!

Ebner didn't dare to think any further because he might be listed as a suspect. Just the thought of it left his scalp tingling.

At that moment, Mr. Azik simply communicated with the spirit in his hand before grabbing onto Ebner's arm and traversing the spirit world again.

…

Just as Baron Conva was being purified by Bernadette, black liquid appeared out of thin air in the Baronet's castle ruins that had been buried by the trio. It condensed into a stone coffin in the basement.

With a smacking sound, the coffin's lid was propped up by a pale hand as Baron Conva's tall body sat up.

He first looked around blankly before muttering to himself in delight,

"Did I sleep until 700 years later? That era that belonged to Sefirah Castle?"