He did what Kanter asked him to do with Keely.
With Antonio around, Angor's emotions wouldn't spread. As for Fragrance Alchemists, Angor would have to wait until Kanter and Sang Ye came to an agreement tomorrow to see if Fragrance Alchemists would accept it.
Now that everything was settled, Angor returned to his manor. The first thing he did was to enter the dream wasteland.
Earlier, he secretly used the Dream Whelk to drag the Heart Room into the dream wasteland. Now was the time to test it out.
Inside a secret room on the upper floor of Bastard's lab, Angor looked at the Heart Room on the table.
The Heart Room looked exactly the same as the one he saw in Sang Ye's hand. It also had a faint illusion aura around it. Angor didn't need to test it to know that the Heart Room was useful.
However, although the House of Heart was useful, it was still unknown whether it would work on Toby.
Angor still needed to test it out himself.
Without hesitation, Angor activated the Heart Room. A faint red light enveloped him, which made him feel weightless. When he woke up, he was already standing in front of the Heart Room.
Just like before, the Heart Room was at the end of the winding path.
Angor could already smell the fragrance of flowers before he got close. It was a scent that could soothe one's nerves. However, he wasn't nervous at all, so the scent didn't affect him at all.
He walked along this narrow path that was dark on both sides, leisurely walking towards the House of Heart that stood in the depths of darkness and Chaos.
As he walked, the darkness on both sides of the path seemed to be stained by a halo, slowly shedding its dim outer layer, faintly revealing a blurry outline.
"That's a natural illusion," Angor commented as he looked at the blurry silhouettes around him.
He kept moving forward. Not long after, his footsteps came to a halt.
Once again, he saw a shadow flashing by the window of the Heart Room.
That's the obsession in my heart, right? Angor pondered and kept moving forward with a hint of curiosity in his mind. As he got closer to the Heart Room, the vague outline of the room began to take shape.
As soon as he reached the door of the Room of Heart, everything around him changed.
Instead of standing in front of the Heart Room's door, he found himself standing in front of an intricate wooden door.
He was no longer standing on a winding path. Instead, he found himself in a luxuriously decorated hallway. It was as if he went from outside to inside in an instant.
Angor looked around with a strange glint in his eyes.
He wasn't unfamiliar with this hallway. This was the hallway on the second floor of Padt Manor, and the door in front of him was his room back in Padt Manor.
"Did the Heart Room simulate my room?" He reached out a hand and touched the runes on the door. "They feel real. Maybe it's an illusion that's trying to trick my memory. Or did he extract my memories from my heart? "
He didn't spend too much time thinking about it because it wasn't his main concern today. He pushed the door open with his hand.
When the door was pushed open, he expected to see his "obsession" sitting inside, but it was not the case.
It was empty inside. There was no one at all.
Angor walked in. The layout of the room was exactly the same as his own.
Angor felt as if he had returned home. First, he sat down in front of his desk and began to read some books. Then, he wandered around the room for a while before heading to his bedroom.
There was still no one in the room. However, there was something strange about the room.
It was the mirror placed beside the bed.
The mirror looked fine at first glance. But when he looked further, he noticed that the mirror did not reflect the bed in front of him. Instead, the mirror was filled with darkness, as if it was a door of darkness.
Looking at the mirror, Angor seemed to recall something and put on a serious expression.
"Is it him?" Angor muttered to himself and slowly walked toward the mirror.
Before he touched the mirror, he heard a voice behind him. "Are you sure you want to go?"
The voice was a little deep, but Angor was familiar with it. He paused and looked back. He didn't know when, but there was another person at the door of his bedroom.
It was someone wearing a wine-red gentleman's suit. He was tall and slim, with fair skin, golden hair, and a pair of eyes as blue as the sea.
He was handsome, noble, and elegant.
However, when Angor looked at him, he felt like he was looking into a mirror. The person in front of him was himself. Only his clothes and eyes were different. His eyes were darker, as if they were reflecting the dark universe.
"Who are you?" Angor hesitated. "My obsession? Or is it my obsession? "
"You can think of it that way. You came here to see me, right?" Angor spoke calmly.
"Then what is it?" Angor pointed at the mirror in his bedroom.
"You know the answer, right? It's you too. But it's another you. " Angor stepped back and sat on the sofa. "Are you sure you want to face him now? You should know that he's already gone beyond the rules. He might be looking at you. "
"Instead of trying to figure out the unknown, why don't you talk to me?" Angor paused and pointed at the door. "Of course, you can leave at any time."
Seeing this, Angor already had an answer in his mind.
Inner demons were not easy to deal with. This person was definitely not one.
And just as he told Sang Ye, he did not have an inner demon that could turn into an obsession. This Angor in front of him was probably a combination of emotions, memories, and obsession.
Because of the man's identity, Angor could guess why he would stop him.
However, Angor did not listen to him. He still walked toward the mirror. As he expected, he did not see anyone in the mirror. Instead, he saw the familiar darkness and the nightmare aura that was about to rush out of the mirror.
As expected, the mirror had something to do with Shava.
Angor once had a dream. In the dream, he saw another him in a mirror in his room. But it was not him in the real world. It was the other him in the Nightmare Realm.
In the House of the Heart, he had actually simulated this mirror.
Was it because this was the biggest worry in his heart?
Angor did not stay in front of the mirror for long. Even if it was just a mirror simulated by the Room of Heart, as his obsession said, the existence in the Nightmare Realm had already gone beyond the rules. Perhaps it could sense him. Angor was not ready to face it yet.
So, he stepped back.
"So you've made your choice. So, do you want to talk to me? " Angor sat on the sofa with a glass in his hand. However, the glass was not filled with wine. It was pure white liquid that gave off a strong milky smell.
Angor shook his head and walked to the door. "No. You didn't want to come out in the first place. Didn't you know there's no need for us to meet?"
Since he did not have an inner demon, Angor did not care about the man created by his obsession. He did not need to talk to the man because he knew himself too well. No one knew his emotions, desires, and obsessions better than him.
Red Angor smiled, raised his cup, and nodded at Angor. Then his figure slowly disappeared.
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