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When Aiwass woke up, she realized she was lying in Miss Beyard's arms.

Their posture was quite strange.

Miss Beyard had taken off her shoes and was sitting on the soft couch in the tavern's private room, her back against the cold wall. The Shadow Demon had already retreated back into Aiwass's shadow.

Aiwass lay in her arms like a rag doll, her slender waist tightly embraced by one hand, and her head resting on Miss Beyard's chest. Miss Beyard had also tucked in the leg that was on the outside, bending her knee slightly to block the girl lying on her from rolling off if Miss Beyard happened to fall asleep in a haze.

Although the Son of the Moon was a body resurrected from death, it was not an undead being. Different from the Shadow Demon's touch, which felt like the cold sharpness of winter iron, Miss Beyard's body was quite warm.

At the moment, Miss Beyard's eyes were closed, her breathing calm. She was lightly sniffing the fragrance of Aiwass's hair... the fresh scent of citrus shampoo used in Crescent Moon Manor.

It was said citrus could induce the appetite of the Son of the Moon, so this was probably a design to whet the appetite as well.

Sensing a change in Aiwass's breathing, Miss Beyard immediately opened her eyes, "Awake?"

"...How did I fall asleep?"

Aiwass had just woken up and was still a bit dazed.

This body was really too weak. Not only frail, but there might also be some problems with it. Aiwass could not yet use the Fire Rite Skill to recover... which made her feel a rare headache after waking up.

It might be because she had caught a cold, or possibly because she had eaten a proper meal after a long time, which was too much for her body to handle.

"...Did you black out?"

Miss Beyard was somewhat amazed, "You can black out from drinking beer? Or was it the soup, did you drink too much of it?"

Now that Aiwass was trying hard to remember, she indeed couldn't recall when she had fallen asleep.

The last remaining memory in her mind was of Miss Beyard revealing her identity, and sadly sighing, "Luckily, none of this is real."

This caused Aiwass to focus and lift her head, instinctively reaching upward. Miss Beyard subconsciously leaned her head back to avoid Aiwass's touch. But she quickly realized her action, and instead slightly lowered her head to make it easier for Aiwass to touch her face.

"I will remember you."

Aiwass answered seriously, "Not just as Miss Beyard, not just as my Shadow Demon... but as the unique you.

"If that is the case, you are not just an afterimage, a made-up doll. You will, like others, come into contact with me, and be remembered by me."

Upon hearing this, Miss Beyard was slightly taken aback.

She smiled somewhat helplessly, "As expected, you have indeed blacked out."

"...What?"

"You already said these words once before."

Miss Beyard laughed softly, lifted Aiwass up in one go and sat her on the side to put her shoes back on, "But even if you say it again, I won't tire of listening."

As she spoke, she also put on her own shoes.

Then she rubbed Aiwass's face hard to wake her up. Amidst Aiwass's angry shouting of "Don't pinch my face after just putting on my shoes," Miss Beyard revealed a mischievously pleased smile and laughed heartily.

She extended her hand to Aiwass, "Want to walk around more? The night of this era... It is almost three in the morning, but there should still be some places to enjoy. Even things that are fake can provide an experience of 'beauty.' This is probably why the Gemini Mirror seeks perfection."

Seeking perfection...

Aiwass smiled at the thought.

AftDoer all, Amber was the "God of Perfect Eternity."

"Then, do you have a place you want to take me?"

Aiwass asked, placing her hand in hers.

Miss Beyard thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "There shouldn't be any more. The place I most wanted to bring you was here."

"Then let's go back."

"Alright."

Miss Beyard gently nodded.

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The fleeting bond of this encounter should now reach its end.

The coldness and pride that once graced her face had dissipated by the first time they met. Her brows were no longer perpetually furrowed, and her eyes no longer held the disdain and scrutiny for others.

The current Miss Beyard, compared to the famous tycoon and sole controller of the Beyard Investment Group of the empire, resembled more a young and ordinary girl.

——All those illusory things will one day dissipate like smoke. They are neither beautiful nor eternal.

When that time comes, the only thing left behind... will be the mark one leaves in the hearts of others.

If there's anything truly real in this false world, it probably would be these marks. And among all traces, only love and hope are eternal.

For "Miss Beyard", who has chosen to exist without light, the only traces she could leave behind are those of "love".

Remember me... Aiwass. If you do, I can live on.

Miss Beyard quietly recited her true name in her heart. It was the name the girl had revealed after becoming drunk.
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If even someone as strong as you are troubled by the possibility of being a falsehood... then I must become strong as well.

Ha, finding solace in someone else's greater pain is truly demeaning and cowardly. Just like me.

Miss Beyard chuckled mockingly, grasping Aiwass's hand tighter. It was as if she was also holding onto Aiwass's shadow.

At this moment, elsewhere.

A small girl with silvery-white hair was clutching her waist, staggering through a secret passageway.

That was the Philosopher.

Her face darkened with heavy murderous intent, suppressing her emotions to the point that the blue light of the Path of Wisdom in her eyes could barely shine — a path that can only fully resonate with absolute rationality, something she was clearly not exhibiting at the moment.

Finding the secret passageway had wasted too much of her time, and even so, she still hadn't located her two teammates — they'd disappeared as if into thin air.

They couldn't have been killed, could they? The Philosopher thought with malice.

She had just observed a dismemberment taking place, and the victim seemed, perhaps, to be Lady Foundry.

She was a righteous person who couldn't stomach such vile and depraved rituals; and, being of noble status, was unwilling to stoop to playing her part, hence she cursed out loud. This lively behavior piqued the interest of the Sons of the Moon... After a cursory hunt, he became the "star" of the feast.

The Philosopher's main profession was Demon Scholar, so she did not feel discomfort. But the realization that the Sons of the Moon fed on humans beyond their Lifedrain startled her and made her truly aware of the danger of the ritual.

The youth's eyeballs had become delicacies, and his liver was sliced and plated. He was auctioned at a high price, elevating the atmosphere to a climax as the main course of the feast.

But the Philosopher knew that the Sons of the Moon didn't need to consume humans to survive. This was merely an act of brutality stemming from the whims of those monsters.

Even Demon Scholars wouldn't commit such evil acts lightly. Although Demon Scholars also kill, steal corpses, execute, and even torture living people, their purposes are ultimately for ritual materials. Certainly, some rituals required the bodies of humans who died in agony, and some materials inherently bore the essence of evil.

But the intentions of Demon Scholars are always focused... whereas the Sons of the Moon were just indulging in their unrestrained malice.

——Even Demon Scholars think you're too extreme!

Unable to regroup with her team, cornered and with no other choice, she had to enter the "private rooms" alone. To facilitate her escape, she chose a sufficiently secluded room near the end of the passageway.

The result was that her body almost turned ragged and torn.

This disgusted her to the point of near rage — those base, disgusting, utterly awful monsters, how dare they do this to me! Do you know who I am, wretched scum!

Just the thought that these degenerate monsters held nearly half the votes in the upper council of the Iris Kingdom made her feel sick to her stomach.

Thinking so infuriated her, and she couldn't help but cough.

And with that cough, she spat out blood foam, then sputum — proof that she had nearly died in that room.

——When I get back, I must increase the pressure on the Iris Kingdom.

No, I must find a way to declare war on the Iris Kingdom!

The Sons of the Moon must be eliminated!

Such a despicable race does not deserve to exist in this world!

The Earl who was also a major general in the Star Antimony army, the Philosopher, thought bitterly.

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