In the dark sky, surrounded by countless brilliant stars, Lucien stood on his Host Star of Destiny and stared at the mysteries in silence. His black hair was fluttering in the wind, which added to his calmness.
Suddenly, the sky in front of Lucien turned crimson, and a bright Silver Moon rose up quickly, piercing through the darkness.
Then, the Silver Moon turned into Rhein, who was wearing a red shirt and a black coat. His huge bat wings covered the sky again.
"Your dream is exactly the same as last time. How much do you like the sky? Is that why you chose to study the school of Astrology? " Rhein teased Lucien, "Of course, I know that you're trying to control your soul and your brain before you fall asleep, so that I won't see your secrets in your dream. Sorcerers are so boring. Musicians are much more fun. What a shame … "
In his dream, Lucien remained calm, "Mr. Rhein, did you find anything in Clown's dream?"
Rhein grinned, "Of course. Your request was fulfilled. As expected, a big shot came before Clown's death and tried to win over the rest of the night watchers."
Before planning this operation, Lucien had summoned Rhein's projection through the mark. He asked Rhein to project himself into Clown's dream tonight and check what Clown saw before he died. This was the real reason why Lucien repeatedly asked Natasha to let Clown escape.
"A big shot did come … Was it Sardes himself or Amelton, the Red Robe?" Lucien asked calmly. He did not feel complacent because his speculation was correct. Of course, it was mainly because it was a dream that Lucien himself was half asleep and half hypnotized. He thought that he could be as calm as he could be. He was the de facto dominator of the dream.
Rhein's smile slowly disappeared. He asked calmly, "How did you know it might be Amelton?"
There was a hint of doubt in his calm voice.
"Because in this case, without the help of Grand Cardinal Sardes and my telepathy, Natasha could hardly push the Church and the inquisition into such a weak situation, and it would be very difficult for her to push Clown to the brink of death. Without his connivance, my plan would not have been able to proceed so smoothly. And in the process, I found that Vera Amelton remained silent and only conveyed Sardes's message. She did not look like a real big shot of the inquisition at all. Therefore, I thought that something was wrong with her. " Lucien told Rhein the other purpose of his fake death, which was to test Sardes.
Most of the time, schemes didn't necessarily need to be complicated and elaborate. What was needed was to be able to grasp the opponent's thoughts and desires!
After Clown tried to test him, Lucien changed his mind and created another layer of "secret web" with the fake death. Then, he read what he wanted to see from the Church's response step by step. And tonight, Rhein projected Clown's dream as the final and necessary confirmation.
Even Natasha only knew part of Lucien's purpose. How could Clown guess it? Therefore, under the guidance of Lucien and the pressure of Lucien, Clown inevitably stepped into the trap.
A faint smile appeared on Rhine's handsome face. "He can't wait to use every opportunity that no one else is aware of to divide the Church and develop his own forces, just like what the other saints did in the past. Obviously, he knows more about the World of Souls than I do. No wonder I'm trapped, but he's not. However, maybe he had some other encounter in the World of Souls. "
"Lucien, this is a good thing for the Congress of Magic. If Sardes can develop smoothly, maybe the South Church will be divided again in a few decades. If you can take this opportunity to confirm this in advance, it'll be very helpful for your future choice and development. "
"I don't think it'll be divided. Sardes is not an idiot or a lunatic. He must know that if the South Church is divided again, the South Church will not be able to maintain the current situation of oppression, and the area under its control will be greatly reduced. And no matter what Sardes' purpose is, controlling the rapid decline of the wealth and the number of believers is definitely not a good thing for him. His choice should be to lie on the Church like a parasite and absorb the essence of the Church. Then one day, for example, when he becomes the pope, he will replace the Church without any changes. "
Lucien paused for a second and continued, "So, I'm guessing that when Amelton subdued the few night watchers, she used the excuse that the Church was weak and depraved and needed to return to the right path, instead of accusing the pope of being the incarnation of the Lord of Hell and stealing the glory of the Lord, as the few saints did when they split the Church. Their path should be gentler and more inclined to 'reform', although in essence, they haven't changed. "
Rhein clicked his tongue, "As your magic level increases, Lucien, you're getting smarter and more mature. You're getting more and more aware of the big picture. But I still think that the young man you used to be is more interesting. "
Then, Rhein told Lucien everything that he saw in Clown's dream. In the end, he confirmed that Clown was dead.
Lucien was relieved, because it was risky to let Clown go. If Sardes did it himself, there was a high chance that Clown could be saved. However, when Lucien became more and more famous in the Congress of Magic and was listed on the Cleansing List with his original identity, Lucien could not guarantee that Clown would not do anything to his family and friends.
If Clown survived and was found by other night watchers or nobles, the strangeness of the Orvarit parish would be easily exposed. This made Lucien think that Sardes would not save Clown. No matter if it was Sardes himself or his spokesman, he would be late on purpose. However, nothing was absolute. Lucien could not completely figure out Sardes' mind. What if Sardes thought that Clown was a talent and could be sent to other places to do secret things?
Therefore, after hearing that Rhein confirmed Clown's death, Lucien was finally relieved. The next thing he needed to do was to attend the funeral of the great musician.
…
When Lucien woke up from his dream, the moonlight outside the window was still cold.
When Lucien opened his eyes and thought about the sad reactions of his family and friends when the news of his death spread out, he suddenly felt very guilty. In order to ensure the authenticity of the funeral and his own safety, he had to wait until everything was over and he was about to leave Aalto. He could not tell Uncle Chorre that he was still alive and the reason why he made this choice.
Lucien felt that his family and friends would suffer for several days. Therefore, the joy of the success of his plan was completely offset by his low mood. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to calm down.
Since the War Gallery was Natasha's private palace and Camille was there to protect him, Lucien got up and walked to the window without worrying about being discovered. He quietly looked at the eternal Silver Moon and tried to calm himself down.
"You can't sleep either?" In such a quiet night, Natasha's voice sounded very soft.
Lucien slightly turned his head and saw Natasha strolling in the garden under the moonlight. The violets and lilies were abnormally blooming under the effect of the divine circles. The flowers were beautiful and dreamy, and the fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.
"Yes. Every time I think about how Uncle Chorre and Mr. Victor would react when they know about my death, I'm very upset. I want to tell them the truth tonight." Lucien did not hide anything. He had the desire to tell them everything.
Natasha waved her hand and signaled Lucien to come out. She patted the railing of the corridor next to the garden and sat down on the railing.
Lucien was not obsessed with cleanliness, so he did not mind sitting on the railing next to Natasha. He smelled the refreshing scent that made him calm down. Unlike most noble ladies, Natasha did not put on all kinds of make-up on herself. Also, as a Knight, her body had lost a lot of impurities. The scent on her body was clean and pure.
"Lucien, I understand your pain. It's just like when I pretended to be sad in front of my father to make him worry. No, it's not the same. He was only worried, and I was already in a bad mood. When dawn comes, your Uncle Chorre and the rest of them will be in even more pain than worry. Your mood will definitely be much worse than mine. " Natasha patted Lucien's shoulder comfortingly. "However, we can't let our emotions affect our judgment. As long as we make a decision, we must carry it out firmly. It may be cruel, but the result is the best. "
"Weakness, sensuality, hesitation, and so on can neither save ourselves nor the people we want to protect. Like I said before, cruelty is also a kind of gentleness. "
Lucien nodded his head slightly. "I understand. I've always understood it, and I've always done it firmly. However, the pain and sadness in my heart will not be reduced at all. I can only bear their tearing and biting by myself."
"So, just say it. That way, you'll feel better. How about this, so that you won't feel awkward and show fairness, we can exchange sad things with each other. "Natasha said very righteously.
"Okay, I'll say it first. This incident made me feel very despicable. I used the most beautiful feelings of human beings as part of my plan, ignoring the pain of my family and friends." Lucien said in a low voice.
Natasha turned around and sat with her back leaning against Lucien. "To be able to have such feelings of self-blame means that you're not despicable. Furthermore, you're doing it for their own good. However, I knew the wishes of my father and the other elders, but I turned a blind eye to them and wantonly hurt them, doing everything I wanted to do. Heh, I don't even have a reason to do it for their own good. What a selfish and cruel person. "
"We can't distort our path and will for others. Some things can be compromised, but some are destined to be impossible to give up." Lucien didn't turn his head to look at Natasha's expression. He was still in a low mood and comforted her. Then, he continued to pour out his feelings.
The "insidious" and "cruel" Professor and the "firm" and "decisive" Ruling Sword spoke one after another about the suppressed weakness and sadness in their hearts.
It wasn't until midnight that the voices of the two gradually subsided. At the same time, they fell into a peaceful state of mind.
It was quiet all around. Perhaps he felt the warmth of Natasha's back, so Lucien didn't turn his head and said, "Be careful of Sardes."
"Okay." Natasha didn't ask any more questions. This was the result of Lucien's promise.
…
Early in the morning, Aalto Musicians' Associations.
Franz walked in with a copy of Aalto Weekly. This was another report he had collected about the "Homecoming Concert".
Under the title, "Unprecedented Music Festival, Unparalleled Peak of Symphony", the first sentence of the review was, "This night was simply a riot. Their craziness and respect for Lucien Evans were beyond imagination. Of course, 'they' included me … "
Franz, who had participated in the preparation of the concert, was very happy to see these praises. These two symphonies had pushed his respect for Mr. Evans to the extreme. Every sentence of praise for Lucien made him happy.
Franz, who was walking and reading, suddenly felt that the air seemed to have become oppressive. He turned around in surprise and saw Princess Natasha slowly walking into the hall surrounded by a group of solemn soldiers. The oppressive sadness was coming from her.
"What's going on?" Franz was a little uneasy.
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