Black sail

Chapter 687 LXVI. The Deepest Affection in the Western Continent
Qili has always lived only in the First World, and even then, it must be in the safest place. She will directly turn down commercial performances in remote or less safe areas.

The Aifugeni Foundation also allowed this, because she indeed possessed the highest commercial value among bards, and always arranged the best escort team for her.

For events of this caliber, the organizers take on the security work. To date, from the fourth Mainland Martial Arts Tournament to the present, a total of twelve tournaments, there have never been any problems.

And now, it's something even more terrifying than a meeting based on unspoken rules.
A crazed fan who stalked and followed them.

Micah came here prepared to die.

Several unusual noises were heard.

The runes on the Dark Magic Scripture on the body surface flowed on the ground as black iron filings, eventually turning into iron bars that were welded to the door of the lounge, locking it completely.

As planned, Lostella has already published a newspaper, and her own headshot is flying all over the world.

After the coffin is opened, he will face accountability from the church and the wrath of the emperor. How he will be dealt with is still unknown.

Li Si Te had repeatedly warned Micah that once the coffin was delivered, he should run away as fast as he could and not be stupid enough to wait to open it. This job was too damn ruthless, and Micah was the main person responsible.

He had given this instruction more than once.

But Micah still chose to meet; if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have done something so outrageous.

This might be the last half hour of his life; being shot dead on the spot would be a good ending. He just hoped he wouldn't be disturbed.

Seeing the strange magical power lock the door, Qili's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. She couldn't believe that such a thing could happen at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

But Qili is not just a pretty face. She needs mental fortitude to attend various occasions, and she also needs to use her skills to maintain her status as the biggest star in the music world. The Western Continent will never lack women who combine powerful talent with top-notch beauty.

"Calm down, half an hour? I don't know how you came to that conclusion. Even if, as you say, you killed someone from the church and impersonated him to get here."

Since you're still safely in your room and no one has come looking for you, it means your secret hasn't been exposed.

"I'll disguise you now, and I can take you away from here. Don't do anything extreme; that would be irreversible. There's still a lot of room for maneuver."

Qili stood up and comforted Micah.

There are many cases of newly famous musicians being murdered by local extremist fans who refuse to perform in areas with poor security.

"It's amazing that you are actually speaking, not just a still image. And what you're saying is very logical. You have... a soul."

Micah, at this point, completely relaxed.

I had been trying to figure out how to pretend to be a romantic guy, but that wasn't me at all. After revealing my true nature as a robber, my tense nerves immediately relaxed.

Looking at the astonishingly beautiful being before me.

Her beauty burned through the very essence of every grain of sand in the desolate desert, shattering all words about indifference into fragments.

Nothing could be found to offer her; all that was precious had turned to dust.

Qili swallowed hard. Oh no, he's a madman.

"It's already beyond repair. Now the newspapers outside are full of pictures of me and my partner. The photos of us with Zote were published by Lostella Media at our request, and they were released right at the end of the cultural performance."

The reason it took half an hour is because it was complicated, but I'll keep it short: we killed Zoth, the deputy head of the old Aranian witch hunt secret service, who was on the run.

And I packaged the coffin containing his body as a gift, obtained it through deceiving the Eternal Church, and escorted the body here all the way. After the champion was decided, I opened it on the spot as a gift to the Pope.

The goal is to apprehend Aran's number one wanted criminal, thereby reducing the Aran royal court's hostility towards Heaven's Port.

But no one knows the outcome until the very end. With four battles and about half an hour left until the final battle, this might be the last half hour of my life.

Do you understand? Even if I start to escape now, I can't escape the capital. This place may very well be where my life ends.

Anyway, please sit down first.

Micah pulled out a chair for Qili to sit on; it was strange for them to be standing while talking.

"Heavenly Port..."

These three words were legendary, and Qili had no desire to sit. She no longer knew whether this person was more terrifying as a madman spouting nonsense or as a person with a normal mind. It was simply... a fantasy.

Even if everything you say is true, what does it have to do with me?

Qili was baffled; she simply couldn't understand this person's thought process.

"Do you think the sect would go so far as to arrange a meeting with a female entertainer? It was something I requested after I impersonated that adjutant. Reducing the Royal Court's hostility towards Heaven's Port was the goal of all my companions. As for myself, I only came to see you," Micah said truthfully.

After he explained it this way, Qili finally understood the logic behind it, and her previous doubts were resolved.

Looking at Qili's face, which was beginning to show signs of helplessness and fear, Micah hadn't expected this. "I'm sorry, it was scary, wasn't it? It must have frightened you. Anyone would feel the same way in this situation."

Yes.

This kind of thing doesn't move people at all; at most, it can only move oneself and evoke a sense of terrifying obsession.

Looking at the door that had been welded shut with strange metal.

"what do you want?"

Qili felt that the only thing to do was to meet his conditions as much as possible, even though she had already guessed what they were.

"No, it should be... what do you want?"

Micah snapped his fingers; he certainly wouldn't be so tasteless as to do what those idiots like Listerian suggested.

It shouldn't be like this.

The true ending shouldn't be like this; it should transcend becoming a Lord of Cinder and linking the Flame, transcend restoring the Golden Law—it should be a better ending.

We must blast fate to ashes.

Outside, the noise was deafening; the champion candidates had already begun entering the Sky Arena.

"What do I want..."

Qili couldn't understand why this person would do something so crazy just to come here and give himself something.
"That's right, it's not just about liking you. Unlike everyone else, I'm not good at expressing myself. I treat it as a... career, an achievement I need to reach in the end. It's not just a game. I'm serious."

Micah didn't know what to do, so he could only play it straight, hoping to die without regrets. Since it was the ultimate escort service, he naturally had to pay for the service.

What if I let you leave?

Qili is clearly not the kind of woman you can win over by doing crazy things or saying a few words.

Micah... was stunned.

He didn't know what to say.

Are you alright? The procedures here are quite complicated; I might not arrive for a while.

The radio speaker on the dressing table vibrated.

The conglomerate's assistant still needed to confirm Qili's safety.

Qili sensed something was wrong, worried that Micah might suddenly do something, so she didn't dare to grab the receiver and just stared at Micah.

【Are you there? 】

Micah gestured for her to take it, saying that if people outside knew the situation here, it would only make things worse.

"I'm here. We just meet and chat, nothing more."

Qili answered.

"That's good. There's one more thing: the banquet held tomorrow to thank all the performers has been cancelled because of breaking news. It seems the deputy head of the hunting agency in Old Aran was killed by a group of pirates. The civil officials are busy devising countermeasures."

"okay, I get it."

Okay, I wish you all the best.

Qi Li stood there, staring blankly at Micah. Everything this man said was true.

So that means Zote's body... is currently at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament?
And this was... the last half hour of his life?

"I'm telling the truth, if you really want me to leave..."

Micah is willing to accept this outcome.

(End of this chapter)