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Chapitre 352: Chapter 13: The Sun's Great Memory

'This guy...' An imaginary fist clenched, and Klein wanted with all his might to plunge it into the man's face until his whole arm was through his annoying head.

Buff

A single breath came out of his nose and, to his own surprise, he found himself not as annoyed as he had expected.

Frustrated, yes, but not angry.

It only took him a moment to realise why, thanks to the reminder of his spirituality.

'Is this one of those cases where the more you know, the more you get infected? Is that why Chariot hasn't shared all the information he has?'

Alger clenched his fists a little tighter under the bronze table, and for a moment, the edges of his vision turned red. The Seafarer, already experienced in controlling his anger from his time in the Folk of Rage, took several long, slow breaths.

His heart, pounding with rage and sending blood coursing through his veins, calmed and the man felt his temperature return to normal as the light red curtain faded.

'It's fine, it's fine... We deserve this...' His eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the unflappable figure shrouded in the grey mist, who had shown no reaction so far.

'If we were ready to know what happened in Backlund, Mr Chariot would tell us without so much spin, but not yet... We must take his words as the position Mr Fool stands in, we are not yet worthy to know the full truth and we must not probe further...'

Gently biting the inside of her cheek, Audrey Hall could barely contain her frustration and desire to puff out her cheeks. 'Even in this case he doesn't hesitate to annoy us...'

With a little more force, the noblewoman repeated Chariot's advice in her heart and decided to move on to the next topic.

A topic that was just as important as the previous one. Even more so, despite how cold and heartless it sounded.

So, regaining her calm aura. Audrey straightened her back slightly and lifted her head a little higher.

"Mr Chariot, forgive our curiosity, but I have a question. It concerns the information you revealed a few days ago..."

"Oh, you mean that." Adryan interrupted nonchalantly but without continuing what she wanted, his scarlet eyes watching her calmly, but the onlooker's eye could see the gleam of mischief in them.

Taking a few seconds for the vein in her neck to stop throbbing, Audrey continued, "...yes, about that...

"Please, I ask this with the utmost respect..."

The air in the Hall of Giants grew thicker, and the grey mist surrounding the bronze table became even more mysterious.

"Who is the Scarlet Monarch?"

Derrick looked at Justice strangely; what was she talking about?

His gaze moved to the Hanged Man, and the only 'normal' person in the Tarot Club noticed that the man had tensed and looked at the woman, somewhat dazed, as if what she had said was insulting him.

Adryan looked at Justice, a smile still on his face.

A strange shiver ran down the spines of those present, that smile was not the usual one he used when he was about to bully them, no.

This smile was different.

The corners of the lips were slightly raised without showing the teeth and gently pressed together without much pressure. It was both gentle and holy, a saint worthy smile.

This was the holy smile of a fervent believer praying to his god.

'I don't know what I prefer, his true demonic form or his smile...' After a moment's thought, the answer was clear to Klein.

'Demonic form.'

His modern mood aside, Klein looked at the group before him, staring at Chariot, who had not yet answered the question.

Seeing an opportunity, he didn't hesitate to seize it, his finger already in position.

Tap Tap Tap

'I was getting worried. You were a little late with that one, my dear.' Adryan maintained his saintly smile as they all looked at the figure sitting in the place of honor at the end of the bronze table.

'Here it comes,' Alger thought, holding his breath.

Audrey respected the rules of acting she had discovered for herself and stepped out of the audience. Her eyes lost their crystalline look, and she looked somewhat nervously at the figure shrouded in grey mist.

"...What's going on?" Derrick was now at a complete loss, he had been a little confused by the mention of the 'Scarlet Monarch' earlier but now he honestly didn't know what was happening.

Lowering his hand and giving a simple smile, Klein spoke in a calm and mysterious voice.

"The Scarlet Monarch is one of my allies and runs the Tarot Club from behind.

"You could say 'He' is the co-founder of our little gathering."

He raised his hand and pointed calmly at the red-haired man. "Mr. Chariot is 'His' blessed. What happened in East Borough in Backlund was a secret mission we both entrusted to him."

"..."

Heads turned mechanically towards the man in the black robe, like rusty, oil-less gears.

The holy smile had become so holy that it seemed to emanate a golden light, and those present found the image bizarre and disturbing.

Everyone noticed it, the use of 'Him' and Mr Fool's manner of address.

The same thought went through their minds.

If this was someone who Mr. Fool - whom they already suspected to be a god - was using 'He,' and Mr. Fool considered 'Him' to be an ally and co-creator of the Tarot Club... 

They all had the same answer.

This could only mean that the Scarlet Monarch was also an Elder God!

But it was not this that froze the majority in their seats, but the final piece of information revealed.

Mr Chariot turned out to be the Blessed of the Scarlet Monarch!

Alger could not suppress a shudder, his eyes unconsciously dropping to the table before lifting them again. He clenched his hands to stop the trembling and released a nervous sigh.

'I hadn't thought of this possibility... He is the blessed of a God... That explains why he knows so much and the missions he is entrusted with...'

The order to 'flee in plain sight' made much more sense. It was not just because of his power but because of his blessed status!

'Hiding such important information... Bastards...' Alger growled, his goal of breaking free from the Church growing stronger.

Audrey clutched the edges of her dress for support, her mouth opening and closing in words never spoken and strangely dry, her body trembling like a leaf on a cold autumn night. 'The blessed... of a... God?'

Though Chariot only smiled, she could only shiver more. Memories of the past Tarot Club whipped through her like a cold reminder of her horrible and terrible offense.

'I provoke the blessed one of a god!!!'

Derrick, for his part, unlike his fellow club members, was ecstatic. He had a huge grin on his face that shone like the sun itself, such a grin that it made his cheeks ache.

'It turns out that not only did Mr Fool answered and have his eye on the Silver City, but also the Scarlet Monarch!

'I can see it! The day when the storms and darkness that shackle us come to an end! And not only that!' His eyes gazed at the holy chariot with awe and wonder.

'The Blessed of one of them is interacting and will lead me to become the sun!'

Is this the favor of the gods so often spoken of in the stories of the elders and the holy books?

A fleeting thought, accompanied by a poisonous fear that dulled his excitement, crossed his mind.

'I hope the information I have is enough for the formula...'

Klein controlled the muscles in his face to keep his smile from turning into a sideways grin and gracefully lowered his hand back to the armrest. Klein smiled inwardly with pleasure.

Glancing at the figure sitting on the throne, Adryan's gentle, saintly smile widened slightly.' You reveal my blessed state as if you were talking about the weather, Ay Klein. That is why I like you so much. An opportunity comes along, and you don't hesitate to grab it, as long as you go to the sacred toilet and divine if it's safe.'

Smiling to the others, Adryan placed a hand on his chest, just above his heart, and gave a slight but graceful bow.

"It is an honor. I have been under the gracious protection of the Scarlet Monarch for so long, to be a part of these meetings with 'His' dearest ally is a blessing beyond what one such as myself is worthy of."

'This is...' Never having seen this side of the man, Audrey couldn't help but mutter in complete bewilderment. Her golden eyebrows touched her hair, and her eyes were as wide as saucers.

Klein nodded at Chariot's words without another word, the corners of his lips tightening for a second.

Alger just glanced at the man, slightly dazed, before slowly looking away, his face somewhat troubled.

Derrick was about to speak when Adryan spoke again.

"Little Sun, did you manage to get what I asked for?"

"Ah-yes, Mr Chariot. I did." Stuttering and stumbling over a few words, the young giant nodded. "But... I'm not quite sure how to show it to you here..."

There were many books in his room on the history of the City of Silver, books he had read several times and copied a decent portion of at least twice.

"It doesn't matter, Little Sun." Adryan shook his head gently, "Did you see how kind Mr. Hanged Man and I 'wrote' the pages?

"All you have to do is project the information you wish to convey, and Mr Fool will do the rest." Turning to the figure in the seat of honor, he rose from his seat, placed a hand on his chest, and bowed.

Klein already resigned to Chariot's doing his thing, just nodded slightly, "It's simple."

'Just like that? You're not going to say anything else?' Audrey watched as a yellowed piece of paper appeared in front of Sun, and after a few seconds, he began to write.

After a few seconds of watching the young man write with admirable concentration like a primary school child, the noblewoman's eyebrow twitched momentarily and then convulsed. The vein she had managed to calm earlier reappeared, an angry boa writhing under her skin in extreme annoyance.

'Is it really over? Just like that?!!!'

Alger closed his eyes, only the sound of typing and slightly agitated breathing reaching his ears, a soft exhalation of air escaping from his nose. His mantra repeated in his mind, the best balm for any discomfort that might try to rear its ugly head: 'Stay out of God's business.'

Practically tasting the anger in the air around Justice, Adryan's smile didn't falter or change. He turned to her and gave her a simple nod.

The boa around the noblewoman's neck grew a little larger and thicker.

'Yes, being able to provoke without saying a single insulting word or something like that is certainly a gift. A most amusing gift!'

Adryan wasn't interested in wasting any more time dancing with them.

His priority now was to get more information about the new history of this world, apart from Lenburg's library, which was the largest in the world... What better place to look for information about history than a town lost in time?

A place where there was probably no time to change it?

After a few tense moments of waiting, Sun Derrick lowered the strange brush onto the table. He looked excitedly at the end and said, "I am ready, Mr Chariot."

Adryan nodded, and in the next instant, the pages disappeared in front of Sun and the red fountain pen, only reappearing in front of The Fool the next second.

Klein calmly grabbed the paper and glanced at it, comparing the information on the paper with the information Sun had revealed when he first brought him here; he noticed there was a lot more this time.

'It's obvious. This time, he has prepared for the test...' Judging the information and its value, he gave a weak nod and lowered the papers.

"The information is equivalent to a Sequence 9 formula. You will make the final decision, Mr Chariot." Klein gave his opinion calmly as the papers disappeared and reappeared before the abovementioned man.

The red-haired man gave a simple nod and, following the paper, thanked The Fool for his opinion, his eyes flicking quickly over the pages.

Whistling to himself, Adryan clutched the thick stack of pages. 'You can see little Sun has studied quite a bit.'

Looking up, Adryn smiled at the young man with satisfaction. "You have my compliments, Little Sun; your memory is to be applauded. Not even Miss Justice, who has an advanced education, and Mr Hanged Man, who is an experienced man, can come close." He finished with a wink, much to the annoyance of the older man and the noblewoman.

Derrick's cheeks suddenly felt a little hot. Unable to hold his gaze, he shifted his focus to the suddenly attractive bronze table. "Thank you, Mr Chariot..."

It felt pretty good to be flattered by the blessed of a god.

Watching Sun's reaction from his seat, Klein almost choked on his saliva.

'Hey, no matter his appearance, he's still a kid. Don't mess with his immature mind!'

'It may not have been a very detailed drawing, but there's no denying that he's someone of great beauty; I'm sure with Mr. Chariot's personality, it wouldn't be hard for him to arouse certain "curiosities" in men!'

'Perhaps even myself-'

As soon as the thought passed and he processed it, his mental laughter stopped, and Klein froze in his seat. His gaze was lost in the endless grey mist.

Glancing at the first page of the large stack Sun had copied, his scarlet eyes were drawn to the title written in ominous red ink.

[History of the City of Silver]


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Chapitre 353: Chapter 14: Silver

Adryan wasn't the least bit interested in making this a private exchange, so he didn't even bother to suggest it.

So, controlling his expression and racing heart, he began reading. A little nervousness crept up inside him, but he didn't let it show; being a Conspirator made it easy to hide.

[History of the City of Silver]

[Much history was lost in the cataclysm that plunged the world into darkness. So much history was lost that we do not know what it was like before. Tales of blue skies and sunshine have become nothing more than tales and legends]

[The following information is not only a compilation of documents, records and books that have been found through explorations and excursions outside the city walls, but also the history that has survived by word of mouth, passed down from generation to generation and documented accordingly]

[Since the Cataclysm 2582 years ago, the world was plunged into darkness. The City of Silver has received no answer from The Creator...]

The Hall of Giants fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of turning pages every few seconds. None of the members said anything, leaving the reader to finish his business while trying to catch a reaction from him.

Everything around the man seemed to cease to exist for him. The only things worth noticing were the yellowing pages in his hands, which were getting smaller and smaller, and the pile beside him where he placed the pages he had finished reading, which was getting bigger and bigger.

At no point did he stop reading; he removed the page he had finished and placed it next to the old ones, without stopping to read it, and repeated the process.

Klein's eyes narrowed inwardly under the curtain that shielded his face. 'His reading speed is quite fast. It only takes him 6 seconds to read a whole page before moving on to the next one, and he finishes it just as fast or even faster. It seems that Mr. Chariot loves to read.

'I can't help but think that he would love to use Qidiam to read web novels and wouldn't take his eyes off the book he was reading.'

Alger looked at the strangely silent Chariot, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. 'So far, he has shown no reaction or said anything. It is as if he already knows at least some of the history of the Silver City, but if so, why ask for information about it? For the Blessed of a God to give a Sequence 9 formula wouldn't be of any interest to him, but this Blessed is Mr Chariot!

'Someone who - as an experienced gambler and investor- is always looking to make as much profit as possible by giving as little as possible... Will he give a Sequence 9 formula in exchange for information that he probably already knows?'

It wouldn't make sense!

'Is there something he wants to complete or obtain? Perhaps to confirm something?'

'No reaction, and his body language has not changed for a while. Still calm and relaxed...' Biting the inside of her cheek, Audrey found herself confused.

Page by page, word by word, Scarlet eyes read and read, and the Conspirator's enhanced brain easily memorizes the information and compares it with what is already known through transmigration.

'So far, all the information has matched what I remembered from the original story, albeit with a little more detail and explanation. At least I now know that the city's current population is 63,600.'

The pile of pages was reduced to a few. If he hadn't had to control his expression, Adryan would have grunted a little.

He knew there had been changes in the past; all his experiences with the new Rose School and his time with them proved it. But he couldn't think of anything that could prove it so far.

'Even though I expected this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed... Perhaps my expectations were too high even when the staff was already in Hell, limboing with the devil...'

Sighing inwardly, Adryan pushed the penultimate page aside. His eyes focused on the last piece of information the little Sun had written, immediately noticing that it was the shortest.

'Let's see what he's got...' The sudden cold words on the paper wiped away any disappointment he felt.

'...Huh?'

His body cooled, and his eyesight sharpened, but he did not react in a cold sweat. He controlled his reaction and kept his exterior calm.

What the hell is this?!!

[Though much of our history has been lost before the cataclysm that plunged the world into storms and darkness, there is something that has survived these two millennia.

[And that is the reason for the city's name.]

[The Lord Who Created All Things named this city as a token of 'His' great love for 'His' most precious and most loved angel...]

[The Angel of Silver]

[The one who has been at The Creator's side ever since 'He' awakened and freed humanity from the bondage and oppression of the Ancient Gods and has accompanied 'Him' in the war against 'Them'. The Right Hand of the Lord and the Angel who interacted most with 'His' subjects, guiding us and telling us stories, many of which have survived today.]

[Unfortunately, many of these stories and teachings have been lost. Only small sayings and parables that are written in the Holy Bible have survived. But the fact that the City of Silver was named after 'Him' will never be erased.]

'Angel of Silver?!! That name was never mentioned in the original story!!!' His heart skipped a beat, and Adryan smiled broadly. White teeth showed.

This was what he had been looking for!

'According to the information the City of Silver has on this Angel of Silver, as little as it is, he has followed the Religious Fanatic since his awakening and in the war against the Old Gods; not only that, but he was his right-hand man and 'his most beloved angel.'

'This would mean that at least... This Angel of Silver was a King of Angels! I don't know if it's because he had two Sequence 1 characteristics, the Uniqueness, or maybe even both, but his minimum level is that... A new King of Angels... Holy shit.'

Inwardly, Adryan frowned. His mind was a bit confused; the last bit of information revealed left him with several doubts nagging at the back of his neck.

'Most Beloved Angel... That's a first. He wouldn't call any of his two kids loved, so why should this angel be any different? 

'Something about loyalty? No, it can't be. If it were, the three-flavour soup and the fanatic would also be 'loved'... hehe... Maybe it's the much-theorized 'mother' of those two monsters?'

'Of course, the writings said it was a 'He', so perhaps 'Father' would be more appropriate? After all, to someone like the Religious Fanatic of the time, creating a womb to give birth to would be nothing more than a yes or no question.'

'...he...'

'Pff! Ha! As if!' Laughing inwardly at his joke, Adryan pulled down the last page and placed it beside the rest.

His smile turned into a small, more serene one. Looking at Sun and sensing the expectant look he was giving him, Adryan let out a soft chuckle. "That was some pretty interesting stuff little Sun, enough for a little praise along with the formula."

Derrick's eyes immediately lit up as he watched excitedly as a yellowish sheet of paper and the strange pen formed in front of the man. After a few moments, Adryan finished writing, and the sheet reappeared before the Fool, who would verify the formula.

By divining the origin of the Blood Drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun, Klein had not only received information on how to create the Sun Flaring Charm along with high-level information, but he had also received several formulas of the Sun Path, including that of Sequence 9.

Therefore, this time, he wouldn't be lying when he said he would 'verify' it.

'This time, I can truly act as the organizer of this meeting!' Klein thought, feeling good about himself as he checked the formula.

'Hmm... The formula is already written in Jotum, and not only that but the ingredients are also adapted to the 'time' Mr. Sun lives in... It makes sense, with who is behind Mr. Chariot, it's no wonder he knows the language they speak and the ancient titles they use.' 

Nodding slightly, he lowered the formula. Without another word, the yellowed page disappeared from his hands and reappeared in front of Sun, who bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool." Thanking the kind deity first, Derrick, not forgetting his manners, turned to the formula giver and repeated the action. "And thank you too, Mr. Chariot!"

Adryan waved his hand dismissively, "No problem, Little Sun, it's just business."

Derrick nodded gravely and sat back down. The young giant finally looked down and clutched the piece in his hands.

**

Potion Formula Sequence 9: Bard

Main ingredients;

One crystal sunflower

-Or the tail feather of an adult Flint Bird

-Or a Firebird tail feather

A piece of Siren Rock

-Or one singing sunflower.

Additional ingredients;

A blade of midsummer grass.

5 drops of July vine juice.

One blade of Elf Dark Leaf.

***

His cheeks began to ache from the size of his smile.

'These ingredients are all easily obtainable. I'm sure I've seen the singing sunflower at the market before. The rest I can exchange for things I have at home!'

Derrick looked at the formula in his hands for a long moment, reading it repeatedly to ensure it stuck in his head. In full view of everyone present.

The young blonde looked at the other man in confusion for a moment before her mind clicked. Looking at the rest of the clubbers and noticing that they didn't look like they would say anything, Audrey decided to be the icebreaker.

"Excuse me, Mr Sun?" Audrey asked, catching the young man's attention as he looked at her in confusion.

Derrick snapped out of his concentration at the sudden voice and looked at her, "Yes Miss Justice?"

"You don't need to memorize the formula; if you need to remember it, just pray to Mr. Fool."

"Oh..." Looking around the room, somewhat embarrassed, Derrick took one last look at the formula before placing it on the table.

"I..."

"Fufu~"

Blushing a little more and sinking a little deeper into his chair at the familiar laughter, Sun looked down slightly.

'And I feel bad already, I feel like I kicked a puppy.' Groaning inwardly, Adryan decided to do his good deed for the day and save Little Sun from this.

But of course, he'd save him in his own way~

Turning to look at the Hanged Man, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand, Adryan simply smiled. "I have the formula for WindBlessed. Are you interested, Mr Hanged Man?"

"!" In disbelief, Alger looked at the man with alarm, his mouth hanging slightly open.

How could he have the formula?!!

The Church of the Lord of Storms no longer gave out the formula after Sequence 6, only the finished potion. The formula from Sequence 6 onward was heavily guarded, and the only thing Alger had any idea that had led to that sequence outside of the church was...

'Ah, of course.' Remembering something, Alger relaxed, but not before he felt a shiver creep up from the tips of his toes to the back of his neck, ruffling all his hair.

'This is the man that killed Qilangos.'

'No one saw how he killed him, but apparently he kept him alive long enough to get the formula from him...'

The still vivid and horrible expression of terror on the severed head of his 'old friend' was still etched in his mind.

After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke, "What do you want in exchange for the formula, Mr Chariot?"

Smiling, Adryan closed one eye and replied. "Two thousand pounds or...

"An artifact capable of making one immune to the influence of the full moon."


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