As a Beyonder who joined Intis's Directorate General for Foreign Security as a member of the Secret Order, this wasn't the first time Antoine had encountered something like this.
In certain scenarios in the past, he would hear the ravings of "Hornacis … Flegrea … Hornacis … Flegrea …" He had nearly lost control several times because of this.
And unlike the past, the contents of the murmurs seemed to have changed.
After the ravings subsided and everything in front of him returned to normal, Antoine frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
My mental state has been very stable recently, and I haven't consumed any potions or attempted to advance. Why would I hear the murmurs of a secret existence?
"This seems to be different from the previous ones …"
What does Orville represent? I lack sufficient information and have no way of deciphering it …
Dylan, Dylan. Yes, the upper echelons of the Order mentioned that our mysterious and terrifying leader had once hidden an ancient castle named Dylan …
Man, I can't help but tremble at the thought of that existence. Although "He" has returned to normal in the past two years, the terrifying legends and actual destruction "He" left behind are enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life …
Antoine calmed himself down and temporarily suppressed his puzzlement as he continued assigning missions to his subordinates.
…
In front of a tombstone, Klein, who had just put down a white bouquet of flowers, turned his head slightly as though he was listening to something.
Although he didn't hear anything, as a King of Angels who wielded partial authority of this pathway, he could acutely sense that something abnormal was happening. Some secret information was being transmitted to specific targets.
"Zaratul isn't completely dead?" Klein retracted his gaze and muttered to himself.
Back then, he had relied on his level, level, and authority to forcefully stop Zaratul's resurrection. Furthermore, he didn't notice any abnormalities, but after examining himself, he discovered a problem.
What he had absorbed from Zaratul was a complete set of Sequence 9 to Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics.
In other words, it only contained a Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic.
And Snake of Fate Will Auceptin had said that Zaratul was the same as the ancestor of the Antigonus family. He had an additional set of Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristics.
Therefore, there was no doubt that Zaratul's Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic had vanished. As for whether he was missing Scholar of Yore, Bizarro Sorcerer, and other Beyonder characteristics, Klein had no way of guessing due to his lack of understanding of Zaratul.
Based on this situation, Klein had long suspected that Zaratul wasn't completely dead.
Of course, it wasn't that simple for "Him" to resurrect "Him." This was because "He" didn't have many enemies that could restrain "Him."
When Zaratul was able to separate out a Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic, he was undoubtedly a Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries. There weren't many enemies he needed to face that could restrain him. Every one of them had to be dealt with with the utmost caution.
Therefore, "Klein" used "He" used used used "He" used "He" who "He" Beyonder, and "He" used "Bey." "He" who "who" Him "who" He "" God "was" He "Beyed Iners.
From the looks of it, "He" must've used a secret method to guide a specific target to resurrect "Him." However, "He" didn't directly use it to resurrect "Him." Instead, "He" made multiple arrangements. "He" needed an opportunity or some medium to make the preparations work.
From the looks of it, "He" hid the Beyonder characteristic that contains a Miracle Invoker somewhere in a special way and covered it up. Otherwise, I could've used Sefirah Castle to directly see it when I advanced to Attendant of Mysteries … Yes, after that, "He" should've used a secret method to guide a specific target to resurrect "Him." Heh, "He" hasn't accommodated a Uniqueness, so there's no way for "He" to broadcast across all channels. Furthermore, "He" has to be wary of me or Amon hearing the corresponding content after advancing and causing certain damage. Therefore, the target groups "He" can guide are rather limited … All members of the Secret Order, or a portion of the members? Klein nodded in thought as he squatted on one knee.
He then exhaled and grumbled without hiding anything.
Why is it so difficult to kill a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer pathway?
There were always all kinds of preparations and trump cards.
This made him truly understand why the Goddess didn't directly kill the ancestor of the Antigonus family.
To The Half-Fool, death might mean new life!
However, elaborate and complicated concealment arrangements often mean that one's ability to take risks is poor. Who knows, Zaratul's resurrection arrangements might benefit some lucky person from the Secret Order. This is even more likely than "His" miraculous return from the fog of history. Also, there's a chance of being interfered with, influenced, and used by an Outer Deity … Klein scoffed inwardly as he slowly stood up.
He temporarily didn't have any thoughts of searching for the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic. This was because under the immense pressure brought about by Amon's "mistake," he had no choice but to make use of his time to strengthen his humanity and stabilize his mental state. He had to head to Calderón City in the spirit world to obtain the river water of the River of Eternal Darkness so as to accommodate The Fool's Uniqueness. He didn't have time to waste on unimportant matters.
After he successfully advanced and regained the balance of the situation, he didn't mind heading to Intis and starting from the members of the Secret Order to find the "treasure vault" that Zaratul had hidden, allowing this angel who had survived since the Fourth Epoch to rest in peace.
Reining in his thoughts and lowering his head to stare at the tombstone in front of him, Klein slowly retreated, stuffed his hand into his pocket, and walked sideways into the spirit world.
During this period of time, he was like a traveler in the sense of mysticism. From time to time, he would return to places he had previously stayed, and from time to time, under the guidance of fate, he would randomly traverse the spirit world, heading to different realities and witnessing different scenes.
As a result, the portion of his self-awareness and self-awareness that belonged to him gradually recovered and strengthened bit by bit. Now, he could better coordinate with the anchor and suppress the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy to a certain extent.
This made his mental state much more stable than when he met the Evernight Goddess.
In the spirit world, which was a spirit world formed from rich layers of colors that resembled abstract oil paintings, Klein aimlessly walked a few steps without any sense of direction.
Then, he followed the guidance of fate and spirituality to leave this place and return to the real World.
The first thing that appeared in front of him was a small square and a cathedral that belonged to the Evernight Goddess.
At this moment, many people were entering the cathedral with happy expressions.
I'm back in Baekeland? Klein looked up at the Sun that pierced through the thin clouds and followed the crowd to the cathedral's entrance.
Just as he passed through the entrance, his gaze suddenly froze.
He saw Baansen.
Baansen Moretti.
This black-haired, brown-eyed man had a face that resembled Klein's, but he looked a little older. His hair was neatly combed to the back, revealing his broad forehead.
He stood beside the altar, dressed in a well-ironed formal attire, looking somewhat nervous.
Klein stared for two seconds before quickly retracting his gaze and looking to the side.
Then, he swept his gaze across the front row and saw Melissa, who was wearing a beige conservative dress.
Compared to before, the girl's face no longer looked childish, but there was more meat on her face. She no longer looked as thin.
She constantly chatted with the people around her, skillfully handling all kinds of matters and interpersonal interactions.
"You're still dressed so old-fashioned. Good thing you didn't get a black suit …" Klein's lips curled up as he muttered to himself. He walked to a corner of the church and found a seat to sit down.
After more than ten minutes, Melissa finished her work and sat in her seat.
Festive and cheerful music began to play, gradually becoming somewhat sacred.
A lady in a holy wedding gown walked in from the door with her father in one hand and her mother in the other. She walked step by step along the aisle towards the altar.
Near the altar, Baansen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and could not help but smile.
It was his wedding.
Klein, who was in the corner, saw this scene. He leaned back a little, lowered his head slightly, and muttered:
"Laughing like a curly-haired baboon …"
After the bride was sent to the front of the altar by her parents, she first bowed to Baansen, then turned to the holy emblem and the priest.
Baansen returned the greeting and turned around.
When the bride's parents were seated, the priest said,
"Under the gaze of the Goddess of Mercy, I shall witness a holy marriage."
"Praise the Lady." All the guests present, as long as they were believers of the Evernight Goddess, raised their right hands at the same time and tapped their chests four times in a clockwise manner, drawing the stars.
This included Klein.
After everyone calmed down, the priest turned his head to the bride.
"Madam Ruth Brook, are you willing to make this man beside you your husband and enter into a marriage contract with you? Are you willing to love him, respect him, accompany him, and take care of him for the rest of your long life, be it for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, until the end of your life? "
The lady named Ruth looked at the Sacred Emblem of the Evernight Goddess and nodded solemnly.
"I am."
The smile on Baansen's face overflowed once again.
The priest turned to look at him.
"Mr. Baansen Moretti, are you willing to make this lady beside you your wife and enter into a marriage contract with you? Are you willing to love him, respect him, accompany him, and take care of him for the rest of your long life, be it for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, until the end of your life? "
Baansen immediately nodded.
"I am!"
Upon seeing this and hearing this, Melissa's vision turned blurry. She felt both sad and happy.
After all the things that had happened, the family had finally welcomed a new member.
Suddenly, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at the corner. She saw an empty seat. No one was sitting there.
Melissa pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.
Her gaze swept across the area for a few seconds before she slowly retracted it and looked back at the altar.
It wasn't until the priest announced the marriage contract and that Baansen and Ruth were officially husband and wife that Melissa smiled again.
...
East Chester County, in the Hall family manor. Klein's figure walked out of the void.
His mental stability had recovered a little, and he could seek treatment from a psychiatrist. At the same time, he had to resolve a problem.
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