The black figure stiffened as it released its grip on Bernadette's neck, as though it was staring at Queen Mystic with eyes that didn't exist.
A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:
"Homeworld …"
This voice was a little hesitant, a little lost, and a little seeking for confirmation. It was as though it came from another World.
The corruption that Bernadette suffered vanished, and her connection with her Sealed Artifact was instantly restored.
Pale Death began to kill her bit by bit again. This helped her resist the gradual chaos in her thoughts and maintain her basic lucidity and rationality.
Just as she was about to say something, the black figure suddenly stretched out his palm.
But this time, it didn't pinch Bernadette's neck. Instead, it gave her a heavy push.
Accompanying this push was the disintegration of the hidden space. It was a voice that carried a clear sense of pain, as though it was resisting something:
"Leave!"
As the voice echoed, the black figure vanished into thin air.
An instant later, it appeared on the high platform in the middle and sat on the huge iron-black high-back chair.
Two slits appeared on its face, as if it had grown two asymmetrical eyes.
However, the "eyes" didn't have any pupils. They were blood-red.
Right on the heels of that, another crack appeared beneath the two "eyes." It was filled with pure blood-red light.
This allowed the black figure to finally have a "mouth."
It faced Bernadette, and the surroundings echoed with a clear sense of pain, as though it was resisting something:
"Leave this place!"
After being pushed more than ten meters away, Bernadette easily found her footing. However, she didn't follow the voice's orders to leave the Black Emperor's mausoleum. She stood there and stared blankly at the high platform in the middle. Looking at the black figure, her expression revealed an unconcealable sadness.
She could sense that she was already certain that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself Caesar, Rosell Gustav.
In the next second, more cracks appeared on the black figure. From its head down, blood-red flowers bloomed on different parts of its body.
This made Rosell look like he was only left with a layer of shadow, inside of which was a blood-red object that emitted pure radiance.
When Klein saw this scene above the gray fog, he naturally thought of the crimson moon in the sky.
At this moment, Rosell seemed to have turned into a shadow, trying to cover the crimson moon. However, he was torn apart one after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.
When these openings were connected, the black shadow would completely split open and give birth to a brand new red moon.
At that time, something extremely terrifying would definitely happen.
At this moment, Rosell's black figure became a lot more illusory, as if it had become some kind of illusion.
This made him look like he was isolated in another World, with an invisible barrier separating him from reality.
Then, Rosell raised his shadowy right arm with difficulty and pinched his forehead.
The frequency at which the blood-red cracks appeared on his body immediately decreased to an extreme, but the "eyes" that existed previously began to blink again and again.
However, this didn't bring about any negative effects to the surroundings. It seemed to be a simple change in order — the blood-red cracks that had been "born" had been distorted to the original gradually active state.
After completing this matter, Roselle raised his head and looked at Bernadette, who was dozens of meters away. He laughed with a dry and hoarse voice.
He said with a dry and hoarse voice, "You've really become an important figure in the mysterious World. You can come here alone.
"Come over. Let me see what my little princess looks like now."
Bernadette's eyes suddenly turned red as she took a step forward.
Roselle chuckled again.
"When I made you picture books, compiled teaching materials, and invented all sorts of games, you were only that young. Now, you can save your poor old father.
"I remember that you liked the clothes I designed for you when you were young. Unfortunately, you can't wear cake dresses when you grow up …"
The Emperor nagged as though he had reached the twilight years of his life. He always liked to reminisce about the beautiful scenes of the past.
Bernadette walked faster and faster. Above the gray fog, Klein frowned indiscernibly.
Suddenly, Rosell The Great lowered his head a little and said with great force,
"Stop!"
His voice was filled with indescribable pain.
Bernadette was taken aback for a moment before she quickly slowed down and stopped.
She looked at the black shadow with an indescribable sorrow in her eyes.
Rosell raised his head again and coughed softly.
"Do you really want to ask why the Black Emperor's mausoleum is engraved with the order he set up and the fashion he guided? Actually, this isn't necessary. I just want anyone who sees it to remember my greatness …"
Before he could finish his sentence, the Great Emperor gripped the armrest beside him tightly with one hand. He suppressed his voice and said in extreme pain, "
"Don't come close!
"I've been corrupted …"
The sorrow in Bernadette's eyes intensified.
Her guess had finally been confirmed.
At that moment, the bright red slits on Rosell's face turned chaotic. They "closed" and "opened" from time to time. They no longer had a unified will.
The Emperor seized the opportunity and straightened his body slightly. He looked at Bernadette and shouted with great difficulty, "That's right.
He looked at Bernadette and shouted with great difficulty, "Seal me!"
Seal … Queen Mystic Bernadette silently repeated the word. Her blue eyes quickly turned moist and were covered in a faint mist.
Even though she had lived for many years, and even though she was no longer the little girl from back then, she still couldn't help but feel the changes in her emotions.
However, she didn't ask for the reason, nor did she hesitate. After a slight struggle, she firmly and unwaveringly raised her right hand and pressed it on the pale metal mask.
Just like how she had been facing all sorts of major events at the Element Dawn over the years, she calmly made a decision.
On the surface of the Pale Death, the metal instantly softened, forming a new face. It had a pair of black eyes.
In the dark eyes, pale lines protruded, outlining an extremely complicated and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. It was like a bird with abnormally long feathers or a feathered serpent with its body coiled up.
The symbol absorbed the surrounding light and quickly took on a corporeal form. Then, it left Bernadette's eyes, stretched out its "body," and flew towards Rosell Gustav, who was sitting on the iron-black chair.
Along the way, the strange symbol made the surroundings darken, causing the floor tiles and stone walls to decay once again. It was as though the deity who wielded Death had made the final judgment.
The falling rubble and dust followed the corporeal symbol and arrived beside Rosell. Then, it coiled around the rather illusory black figure that seemed to exist in another World.
During this process, Rosell couldn't control himself several times. He attempted to leave the iron-black chair, but he sat back down. He didn't resist the seal that Bernadette had cast.
As the symbol fused into his body, he immediately formed a connection with the Pale Death. He saw the illusory deity that stood high above the countless undead, and he saw the swollen body that lingered in a dark river like a water ghost.
Rosell's aura immediately dissipated, and the bright red cracks closed one after another.
What awaited this Emperor was a peaceful sleep that was as dark as the night.
And the symbol would solidify in Rosell's figure, continuing to exert its influence until the Pale Death no longer responded.
In the blink of an eye, a few blood-red cracks grew on Rosell's body. After his aura declined to the extreme, it gradually regained its vitality as it fiercely resisted the corporeal symbol.
Above the gray fog, Klein sighed when he saw this. He clenched his fist and held it to his mouth.
The "curtain" draped over his body rose up, and the entire Sefirah Castle clearly "boiled."
Silently, the aura that Rosell had just obtained began to dissipate again.
After dissipating to a certain extent, it obtained new life again. Then, it was affected by the Pale Death and continued to dissipate.
Klein used the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic and the power of Sefirah Castle to directly "Graft" new life and death together, skipping the process in the middle.
This way, the corruption that Rosell suffered wouldn't be able to recover to the point where he could break through the pale seal.
Following that, Klein stretched out his right hand and mobilized the power of Sefirah Castle. He outlined the mysterious symbol behind The Fool's high-back chair — it was formed from half a Pupil-less Eye and half a Contorted Line.
The symbol absorbed the aura of Sefirah Castle and quickly turned corporeal. With a wave of Klein's wrist, it landed in the prayer light representing Bernadette and landed on Rosell's black figure, fusing into his body.
Every time the "grafting" was about to disappear, the symbol that was directly related to The Fool and Sefirah Castle would attract new powers and complete the grafting again.
In the state of constantly passing away and gaining new life, Rosell's pure shadow-like face had the outline of facial features. Then, he raised his head to look at the top of the mausoleum, as if he was looking at an infinite height.
He then retracted his gaze and looked at Bernadette. He smiled with an abnormally weak voice.
"This seal is good, I can sleep peacefully now …"
At this point, he frowned slightly and asked in a different tone,
"Why are you dressed like this? Who taught you?"
Bernadette fell into a trance as she listened, as though she had returned to her youth.
Back then, whenever she dressed up to attend the ball of other nobles, Rosell would use a similar expression and tone to ask a series of questions.
The mist in her eyes became obvious. She could no longer control herself as she shouted in a low, repressed voice,
"Daddy …"
Rosell's face, which only had the outline of his facial features, instantly turned gentle. Then, he stiffened and said sternly,
"Leave.
"Never come back!"
Bernadette opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her vision darkened as though she had seen the shadow of order.
In the next second, she found herself back at the edge of the primitive island.
Bernadette stared blankly at the mountain in the middle of the primitive island for a few seconds before slowly turning around and walking towards the sea.
This time, she no longer stubbornly refused to turn back. Every few steps, she would stop and turn around to take a look.
Soon, she returned to the Dawn, walked into the captain's cabin, and opened the room that was specially used for the collection.
At a glance, Bernadette saw picture books, stacks of teaching materials, clothes, and skirts. She saw chess, which only a few people in this World knew, and neatly stacked toy blocks.
She leaned against the wooden door and slowly shrank down, sitting on the floor.
She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the captain's cabin window, pinched her lower lip between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, and whistled a melodious, mellow, faintly sorrowful, calming melody.
As the melody echoed, droplets of water slid down Bernadette's face and dripped onto the surface of the floor.
After an unknown period of time, a suppressed voice sounded from the captain's cabin:
"Daddy …"
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