Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"What?!" The boatswain's face, weathered by the sea breeze and strong liquor, was filled with horror.

"Are you crazy?! That's a battlefield! Stray bullets, burning ships, crazed soldiers drowning... Going there is suicide!"

"The agreement is here, and the governor's order is here."

Taylor stepped forward, his tall frame blocking the hatch, casting a shadow over the boatswain. "Do as the saint says."

The boatswain wanted to argue, but Adrian silently raised the dagger he had just seized.

The boatswain turned pale; finally, his fear of death reached its peak.

He spat fiercely, then turned around and roared in his rough voice.

"Hard port! Full sails! Change course to northeast! Come on, you lazybones! Get moving!"

The bugle call tore through the air, sounding mournful and carrying a tragic, desperate tone.

The smugglers huddled behind the cargo containers, whispering amongst themselves with fearful eyes.

Su Mian leaned against the mainmast, letting the sea breeze tousle her long hair.

She gazed at the coastline, which receded into the distance and gradually shrank into a gray line, while in the distance, a muffled rumble of thunder could be faintly heard.

It was impossible to tell whether it was rolling thunder in the sky or artillery fire on the battlefield.

Storms howled between the fleets, masts snapped, sails burned, and the smell of resin and blood mingled in the smoke.

Warships collided with each other, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and armored knights fought fiercely on the swaying decks, their swords clashing and shattered armor drifting through the air like kites.

Charlie stood at the bow, his arms so heavy he could barely lift his sword, the cannon fire making his ear bones tremble.

Even the sounds had changed; they sounded like the last song of a swan.

His vision began to darken, but he could still hear the shouts of his fallen comrade.

This was an era that named glory after war, and also an era whose souls were emptied by war!

Dude, it's only now that I've realized this.

He didn't have the strength to laugh anymore, and tried to stand up, supporting himself with his sword.

Imagine, a mediocre programmer from the 21st century, now he's become someone who can go to war. If he survives, he'll definitely show it off.

...Although not many people would believe it, he probably wouldn't survive anyway.

Just as he was about to kneel down, a low murmur suddenly sounded from the sky.

The clouds were torn apart, and a gray horse with wings descended from the sky as if a divine decree had come down.

The horses' hooves did not touch the sea, yet the waves receded on their own.

On horseback, the red dress resembled a blooming blood rose, yet also stood solemnly like the curtains of an altar.

Charlie looked up with his companion, his chest suddenly clenched, the pain completely dissipated as his attention returned, and his heart rate soared instantly.

is her.

It's Evelin.

Pegasus, a young girl, a longbow.

Like a myth that bursts through the wind, he perfectly embodies the destined savior of heroism.

His heart pounded uncontrollably, and the light filtering through the clouds hurt his eyes, yet he couldn't look away for even a second.

"Charlie!!! Truce Agreement –"

Su Mian shouted.

She drew her longbow to its fullest extent, and the bowstring vibrated.

The arrow pierced the air, carrying the sealing wax and the parchment scroll, and landed steadily on the wooden board in the distance.

Charlie was stunned.

He immediately rushed forward, held the shield in front of his chest, and braved the rain of arrows to tuck the parchment into his hand.

Then, he straightened his back, turned around, and ordered the horn to be sounded.

The bugle call sounded hoarse and broken in the gale, and from some unknown crack in the exhausted body, a final stream of heat surged forth.

He roared the declaration at the enemy fleet with a voice that almost tore his throat apart.

「CESSATE IGNEM. ARMA DEPOSITE」

(Cease fire, lay down your weapons!!!)

In that instant, all was silent.

The next second, the entire army joined in the shouts, the sound piercing eardrums, carrying a call for peace that transcends centuries. Thousands of white doves flew over the sails, their wings flapping in the still-smoke-filled sky.

Opposite him stood the commander, clad in armor and covered in blood, silently. He looked up, lowered his longsword, and from the gaps in his helmet flowed what appeared to be tears or sweat.

Su Mian rode her immortal horse onto the deck, the wind lifting her dust-covered hair. All the soldiers knelt down; no one had the strength to utter any more words, but their heartfelt submission at this moment was genuine.

As the sun sets, it paints the shattered battlefield in a poignant golden-red hue.

Charlie had his first brief meeting on the neutral boat designated in the agreement.

He shook hands with the commander, unable to speak for a long time. In the end, he could only wipe away his tears and sob incoherently, "Long live peace."

The war is over.

Tonight there are no more bugles or cannonballs, only the waves and the sea breeze.

-

"...Why are you still here?"

Charlie was momentarily disoriented when he saw the sleeping quarters surrounded by soldiers.

The girl leaned against the horse's back, suppressing a hint of embarrassment, "It can't fly anymore."

Okay, actually, if I keep sucking her blood, she'll become anemic.

She coughed lightly a few times, as if she had returned to her former state of being a sickly beauty, but there seemed to be more in her eyes.

……

Wibbons Palace of Arts.

Inside the spacious and bright banquet hall, the ceiling is covered with mythological murals.

The walls are adorned with gilded relief decorations, echoing the luxurious white fabric banquet table and showcasing the symmetrical aesthetics of the Renaissance.

Players and nobles gathered here, raising their glasses and indulging in revelry. Adrian stood up, with Duke Hill, who had once been rejected by the world, sitting beside him.

"What?!?!"

"Are you going to stay in this instance?"

Duncan vomited up the wine he had just drunk and looked at Adrian and Adele in shock.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled.

Adele: "We heard from Charlie that even if we beat this game, there will be many more games waiting for us."

"Instead of living in fear of death every day, it's better to find a seemingly safe dungeon for euthanasia."

The system allows players to spend their entire lives in a particular instance, but at the cost of giving up their life in the main world. However, no one can guarantee that they will survive in the next game.

Although dungeons in the game world are not safe, many people prefer to stay in familiar worlds rather than face uncertainty.

After calming down and thinking about it, Duncan realized that it made sense. As long as they were willing to give up some things, there was nothing to say.

Forget about him; being a mercenary makes it too easy to die. It's better to earn more points to save your life.

Bruce: "By the way, where's Evelyn?"

Adele shook her head, then suddenly looked worried. "She's been working so hard on this project, getting soaked in the rain. Her body must be exhausted. She should be resting."

Tiffany suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to the group.

"I organized them to do this quarantine, and I owe you an apology."

As they spoke, Charlie and Duncan stood up as well. "We owe this victory to you both."

"To be precise, it's Yves Saint Laurent."

Adele smiled. "Weren't you forced to clean that stinky ditch behind the library a few days ago? It was Evelyn who arranged it."