I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Chapter Thirty-One: The Golden Beast That Will Personally Engage

While things were proceeding smoothly for Skadi and Ren Fujii, the audience's perspective suddenly shifted to a new angle.

The first thing you see is Mary and Kasumi, along with Nanami and Tohka, chatting and laughing as they play.

But when the perspective zoomed out, they suddenly saw a woman they had never seen before watching Mary and her group out of the corner of her eye, as if she were spying on them.

The meaning of this action was immediately interpreted by many people: the other party dared to stare at Mary and her group like that, presumably because they knew that there were many strong individuals with keen senses among them.

If you look directly at them, you will definitely be noticed immediately.

After all, mercenaries who deal with each other on the front lines of life and death have the ability to sense when someone is watching them.

Nanami and Jibril, who are stronger than ordinary people, will only become stronger and more outrageous.

Although I have never seen this new character with an unknown identity before, the other party's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Fujii Ren.

The biggest difference is that the other person has short, light blue hair, while Fujii Ren has long hair.

After seeing Mary and her group leave chatting and laughing, the girl also got up and left the place, cautiously walking further away.

He stopped in a deserted alley, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me. Although those two disappeared halfway through, it looks like they won't be long before they reunite."

A helpless smile appeared on the girl's face. Hearing the teasing voice on the other end of the phone, she took a deep breath and continued:

"Following a guy like that is like walking on thin ice at 10,000 meters altitude. My nerves are very fragile. If possible, could you say something that sounds like a word of comfort?"

The guy on the other end of the phone seemed to be giving the girl a headache, and his tone gradually became more and more complaining.

"It's great that someone like you can understand, but caring so much about other girls is really jealous... After you find them, are you just going to invite them over? It's fine if you meet your childhood friend, but if I run into the other one at the same time, I'm afraid my fate is in my own hands."

"Silang, you'll be punished by heaven for ordering girls around like that. If your senior accidentally kills me, remember to come and pay my respects next year. That's all."

After saying that, the girl, Erii Honjo, hung up the phone with a sigh.

Although she felt that what she was about to do was quite dangerous, there was no sense of urgency on her face.

Erii Honjo, who had maintained that carefree smile throughout, also left the place.

The audience initially thought that this guy who dared to follow a group of monster-like powerful guys, plus a God of Seeking the Dao, must have some kind of identity, but after hearing him utter the name Silang, they weren't very curious anymore.

【Gap Witch】: If I remember correctly, Shirou... full name Yuza Shirou, this person seems to be another childhood friend of Fujii Ren who went missing.

[The Bard]: I remember that the other party had contacted Fujii Ren before, and the other party knew the truth about Suwahara City even earlier than she did.

【Black Reading Princess】: She can't be an ordinary being, after all, he had already talked about the so-called premonition with Fujii Ren on the phone.

【Golden Fairy】: And those beings who can perceive a sense of déjà vu are all far from ordinary.

[Guest of the Hall of Rebirth]: After death, the soul crosses time and returns to the mother's womb. It has experienced countless reincarnations. The soul is powerful and can perceive the so-called 'past life'. It can sense and recall a little bit of its existence. It is indeed not ordinary.

[Bishop of Destiny]: This world, ruled by fatalism, is terrifying and hopeless in a way. I wonder what kind of Lord created such a world and controlled the fate of all beings.

【DIO】: Heh, rather than dominating, it's more like locking down the fate of all living beings. Who can know the truth after death? Ordinary people with weak minds who know but cannot understand will almost certainly despair, because everything they have done is meaningless.

【Mr. Gojo】: It can be considered a kind of efficient and cruel cycle. After all, the domineering person that Skadi mentioned is the arrogant person who turns personal reality into law and is sublimated into a god.

[Lord of Hueco Mundo]: That's right. As the victor who destroyed the old world, seized the throne of heaven, and created a new world, I would never lightly speak of what kind of existence the world is. Instead, I would emphasize what the world should be like to me. A domineering god cannot exist in multiples. The concepts of 'I' and 'you' are different from the world's, so there will inevitably be conflicts. It's truly... a beautiful and cruel law.

【Do you also want to dance?】: Just as most of us do not acknowledge the world depicted in the picture, the domineering law of the unseen Lord of the Throne ruling the world, but as an existence that transcends all things, it probably does not need the recognition of insignificant beings that are no different from ants.

.......

Just as countless viewers were discussing topics that interested them and exchanging ideas with powerful figures from other dimensions, the images in the new scene switched back to the familiar dark setting.

This is the black round table space that the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance used for communication and meetings.

"You haven't changed much, Chalice."

A solemn, steady, and authoritative male voice resonated in the dark sanctuary of the Black Round Table.

The view gradually brightened, and attention was drawn to the first seat at the black round table, where the sound was coming from.

The audience was also impressed by the authoritative voice, and that seat was the one occupied by the leader of the Black Round Table.

In that spot, a hazy, indistinct golden phantom, like a thin mist, floated ethereally.

The other person's movements suggested they were bored; they leaned against the side of their seat with their arm, propped their cheek with their hand, and said to someone who could also be considered a golden figure:

"Sixty years... is by no means short; it is equivalent to twice the number of years we live as human beings."

"Times change, and people change. Usually, I think this is natural, but Qing doesn't change. She has always been spotless."

"To be honest, your stubbornness is astonishing; it's downright obstinate. What makes you do this, Qing?"

The priest being questioned knelt before the seat where the golden phantom sat, in a posture of servant's submission to his master.

Father Valyria's appearance further confirmed the status of the person seated at the Black Round Table.

After all, apart from Red Spider, almost every member of the Black Round Table is a twisted being detached from reality in various fields.

The fact that Red Spider is so awe-inspiring and fearful, and that the other members of the Black Round Table submit without any dissent, shows how terrifying the other party is, even before they have officially appeared.

That being said...

Father Valyria could only manage a wry smile and a helpless expression when judged and questioned by his master in this way.

The dialogue between master and servant presented an unprecedented and wondrous spectacle.

There appeared to be only the tall priest there, kneeling with his head bowed.

It seems that he is living a solitary and miserable life.

But that's not the case at all.

"I do not understand your meaning, Lord Heydrich. Am I so foolish that it is inconvenient for you?"

Father Valyria interpreted Heydrich's words as, "Would it be a problem if I didn't change?"

What one truly wants to answer cannot be stated directly.

But if you want to change things, he's just a stand-in anchor.

As for the ethereal mist before us? It's just a shadow, a projection of a part of the main body from a different phase of the world.

Beyond the unseen wall... a chaotic vortex of souls, like hell itself.

Using only a small part of the method, space is made to vibrate like ripples.

The beast with golden eyes and a sacred aura only revealed its terrifying presence here.

“I won’t say there’s a problem, but it would be a downer if you were to point out any dissatisfaction.” Reinhardt’s bored tone carried a hint of amusement. His blurry but still shining golden eyes looked at the priest and he laughed, “I originally thought you would run away. This was a bet between me and Karl, and I lost it first. Gray even mocked me for not taking what I already knew as foresight.”

Yes, that annoying sense of knowing is only useful when it comes to understanding and predicting things.

It's unclear when exactly, but Heydrich's predictions have repeatedly fallen short of expectations.

As Gray said, it is impossible to accurately predict the future.

"Now that I know... I understand."

The priest looked up at his master with a helpless smile and apologized, "I am very sorry that I have failed to bring you joy and meet your expectations."

This prince is tolerant and loves everything, and perhaps secretly doing things for his own desires is tantamount to betrayal.

But as long as it brings Heydrich pleasure and joy, he doesn't care about the existence of rebels at all.

Rather, it is the existence of rebels that gives meaning to his life, since he deeply loves all things in the universe and will naturally forgive the priest's sins.

The priest felt even more bitter after realizing this.

That being said, there's nothing that can be done about it.

A despicable person like him cannot break the slightest constraint of the rules like Heydrich did.

“Grey said that you are the most qualified martyr, so I roughly know what you want to do. It is precisely because you are untrustworthy that you are the most suitable person to be my proxy.”

Heydrich showed no rebuke or concern for Valyria, even though he already knew of Valyria's rebellious nature. He didn't mind at all, as it was still within the scope of his existing knowledge.

In other words, everything the other party did was either useless or simply unsuccessful.

If it succeeds, and Heydrich experiences the rare emotion of 'surprise,' he will greatly praise the Holy Communion Cup.

"......"

Father Valyria bowed his head and remained silent. Was he feeling nervous after his thoughts were exposed? I had expected him to, but now I felt a strange calm and...sorrow.

A sense of déjà vu told him that everything he was doing was in vain.

Even so, he still had to do it, because he had the resolve to face despair.

"What do you think of Karl? Needless to say, he's a rather strange man."

Suddenly, Heydrich shifted the conversation from the priest to his friend, saying with a hint of wistfulness:

"Although I like it this way, it may not be the same for you."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of reminiscence appeared in the priest's eyes.

Is it scary?

Hate it?

Or is it hateful and detestable?

This idea had been brewing for sixty years, until it was rotten beyond the point of being lit...

What is your opinion of him?

“His Excellency is our teacher and our father. Only with reverence can one fear and hate,” Father Valyria replied aptly.

"Oh?"

Reinhardt murmured, then chuckled and asked, "Then why doubt Karl's magic? Besides, it's something that's been modified by Lord Grey's methods."

Valyria has transformed from a cowardly and escapist individual into a ruthless commander skilled in insidious and cunning schemes, possessing a keen sense for tactics and intrigue.

As acting commander, he was indeed qualified.

However, if this commander is acting as an agent and his purpose is not the true purpose of the commander, then it can be said that any superfluous action he takes will have a deeper meaning.

Therefore, in response to Reinhardt's casual question, Father Valyria chuckled and frankly replied:

"If you can laugh it off and say it's just my personal style, that would be great. The Black Round Table was originally a gathering of people who considered themselves the most knowledgeable. The deputy leaders all said we were just garrison troops at the bottom of a well, but we are not stupid."

Yes, those behind the scenes controlling everything on stage are somewhat aware of what's going on.