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Chapter 436. The Story of the Third Cycle [2 Reincarnations] (13)

"Let's go, we need to get out of here."

After the ceremony, Vera tugged at the sleeve of the boy in the floral hat and said...

Andor was somewhat surprised and asked:
"why?"

Vera said with a solemn expression:
"Your book has seriously offended the Vatican and the Rose Group. The Vatican's decision to appoint a new Holy Son is a self-preservation measure. Once this self-preservation is over, they will settle accounts with you."

After saying that, she looked at the boy and said solemnly:

"Have you forgotten? I am a prophet."

"I understand."

Andorra nodded and turned to run upstairs.

Less than three minutes later, he rushed down the stairs with his travel bag in hand, his breathing slightly rapid under his hat.

As they slipped out of the back door of the inn, the whole street was sinking into the gray-blue of dusk.

Just as the door was closing behind him—

The sound of iron boots pounding the stone slabs came like a tidal wave. A squad of armored soldiers burst in from the street corner and rushed straight toward the inn's main entrance.

The sounds of clashing metal, commands, and the loud crash of a door being violently pushed open created a chilling atmosphere in the twilight.

Andorra did not turn back.

He could feel the cold light reflected from the armor sweeping across his back.

"Really..."

He pulled his hat down low, his voice forced out through clenched teeth:

"Should we start the escape?"

Vera lifted her skirt and pulled him into the narrow alley:
“The domain of the God of Light has been sealed off, so I can’t leave yet. I’ve found a nobleman’s temporary house to stay in.”

She knocked on the side door of a mansion.

The sound of knuckles striking each other was exceptionally clear in the silence.

The door opened. A bright, youthful face peeked out, her jeweled hairband gleaming slightly under the porch light.
“Hey, Miss Aman Vera!”

"Hello, Miss Sylvia."

Vera gracefully lifted her skirt in a curtsy, then nudged Andor with her elbow, who hastily removed his hat and curtsied in return.
"Good day, Miss Sylvia."

The old butler silently closed the door, completely shutting out the commotion on the street.

Sylvia skipped and hopped, leading them across the courtyard, the ribbon in her hair fluttering in the evening breeze:
"It's wonderful to meet people from the Vulcan Domain in this foreign land. I've prepared rooms for you, but I can only stay in the Light Domain for a week before returning to my family."

Seven days is enough.

Vera bowed slightly:

"We will always remember this kindness."

The door to the guest quarters closed behind me. It was completely dark outside the window, with only a faint light still shining from the distant clock tower.

Andorra stood in the courtyard, still in a daze:
"This is……"

Vera said:

"Let's wait here for a while and see how things go in seven days."

In the previous cycle, Andorra angered the Papacy by publishing his manuscript. He was arrested by Papacy soldiers in that inn and later tortured to death in the dungeon.

The Owen family, wary of the Rose Group, chose to distance themselves from Andorra and remain silent about it.

This decision was correct, and the Irving family was thus unaffected by the turbulent times. By the time she passed away, the Irving family's gambling business had even grown larger.

Knowing this, Vera wanted to take Andor away and had contacted Miss Sylvia beforehand.

She could never forget the money pouch that the clear-eyed little girl had given her during her first reincarnation. That was during her most difficult and desperate period, and that girl remained deeply etched in her memory.

In the new cycle, Sylvia came to attend the ceremony for the new Holy Son of the God of Light, but she was also infected with the plague.

Using the political knowledge she gained from reading in her previous life, Vera disguised herself as a member of the Vulcan Domain Aman family, which had many offspring, and gave Sylvia a safe package of medicine without any addictive drugs.

After the girl recovered from the illness after drinking the medicine, she was very grateful to her, which is why she took her in.

Vera wasn't really sure what the future held, after all, she wasn't a true prophet and didn't have eyes that could see through all possible future scenarios.

From the moment they left the inn with Andor, everything had already deviated from its predetermined course and was hurtling toward another unknown future.

This new future... Will Andorra survive?

Vera didn't know.

She could only calm herself down, putting her hands behind her back so the boy wouldn't see her hands trembling with nervousness.

This is a chaotic era. She is a blindfolded reincarnator. After the predetermined path deviates, she must win her destiny without seeing the future.

Vera felt a heavy responsibility.

But she thought of her brother, who already had a bright future, and his thriving career.

—It's alright, Delis Vera. You've done very well this time. You're just one step away from success.

She turned around, looked at the boy in the floral hat standing in the moonlight, swallowed all her unease and trembling, and spoke clearly and calmly:
"I will do everything in my power... to keep you alive."

The moonlight danced in her eyes, like stars that refused to go out in the dead of night.

……

Things are getting worse and worse.

The Vatican's pursuit of Irwin Andor has become increasingly frantic, with the Rose Group providing substantial technological support for detection and tracking.

Just as in the past, the Irving family once again publicly declared that they were severing ties with him, completely cutting themselves off from this unfilial son.

Their casinos remained brightly lit and unaffected.

Vera originally planned to wait seven days until the most severe period of the Light Realm's blockade had passed before attempting to escape in disguise and seek refuge in the Sin Realm, where there was free access.

But she never expected that the Pope of Light's hatred for Andorra would be so profound—after all, that book not only nearly shook the foundations of his rule, but also caused the Rose Group to withdraw its investment significantly, damaging both the Vatican's finances and prestige.

Therefore, the Pope issued a death order: Irwin Andorra must be captured, alive or dead.

Seven days have passed, and the blockade of the information domain has not loosened in the slightest.

The checkpoint was heavily guarded, and clergy even began checking houses one by one, creating an atmosphere of oppression and unease.

Vera knew she couldn't wait any longer.

After discussing it with Sylvia, she decided to take the last gamble—to hide Andor in the luggage compartment of the nobles' return journey and use the nobles' passage privileges to sneak out of the checkpoint.

"Ta...tat..."

The convoy slowly drove towards the checkpoint.

Vera and Sylvia rode in the same carriage. With the curtain slightly lifted, she could clearly see the long object in the hands of the border guards—a pink rose emblem gleaming on its metal casing.

Those are products of the Rose Group.

A chilling premonition suddenly gripped her heart.

"Buzz—!!!"

A piercing alarm suddenly tore through the air. The long, thin object emitted a sharp, persistent hum as it swept across the carriage where Andorra was.

"Here it is! The target is in this car!"

The soldiers' shouts exploded from all sides, and their footsteps surged toward the carriage like a tidal wave.

Vera's hand tightened suddenly on Sylvia's sleeve.