Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Let’s Call You Cola!

Sylve opened her eyes once again, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

It had been three days since she arrived here.

This mansion, filled with vibrant tulips, was located in Annottales—a city in the Eruo League, a place she had only read about in stories and books.

Now, she was actually living here.

Even though it wasn’t her first day anymore, Sylve still found it unbelievable.

Mr. Profligate was truly extraordinary, effortlessly bringing her and her mother to another city in the world. She recalled the forbidden ritual passed down in her family—a spatial power that exacted a heavy price, even for small-scale teleportation. Smuggling someone into Tatsumi City was painful enough to make her shudder at the memory.

Mr. Moriarty must have paid a significant price to bring her here from Tatsumi City. The thought made her clasp her hands tightly.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

“Good morning, guest. Breakfast is ready, and we’ve brought it in as you requested.”

Two maids stood outside her door, bowing respectfully. With practiced etiquette, they carried the tray inside, placed it on the small table by her bed, and retreated a step back.

“Thank you.”

Sylve smiled as she addressed them.

The maids were momentarily stunned. It wasn’t common for nobles to thank servants—it went against protocol. Only Mr. Edmond, eccentric as he was, often acted similarly.

With skillful hands, the maids assisted Sylve with her breakfast, grooming, and dressing. After finishing their tasks, they left the room quietly.

Sylve stretched lazily in her chair before opening a black notebook. She picked up a pen and began jotting down her experiences from the past few days.

“Annottales and Tatsumi City are completely different,” she wrote.

“In Tatsumi City, ‘servant families’ are extremely rare. Only the five major families have servants spanning generations. Most noble households employ servants who are loyal to wages, not masters.”

“In Annottales, many servants come from families that have served for dozens, even hundreds, of generations. It’s a deeply ingrained culture, one that defines their entire lives.”

“Class distinctions here are stark and unyielding. Nobles and commoners cannot intermarry, share carriages, or even use the same streets or facilities. To defy these norms is to invite punishment—not just for the low-ranking individual, but for the noble as well.”

“This is why the Eruo League is seen as the land of ‘true aristocracy.’”

Sylve paused, then wrote more.

“Slavery still exists here, a system that seems as natural as breathing to its people. It’s chilling, but they accept it without question.”

The pen hovered as she

considered the hopeless lives

of slaves in the Eruo League.

Suddenly, a voice broke her

concentration.

“Sylve.”

Startled, she turned to see

Lady Helen standing at the

doorway, a newspaper in her

hand. Her mother’s expression

was unusually tense.

“Mom?”

Lady Helen furrowed her

brows, walked into the room,

and sat down beside her on

the bed.

“I’ve thought about it seriously,

Sylve. It would be better if

you… stayed away from Mr.

Moriarty.”

Sylve froze.

“What? Mom, didn’t you always

say I should try to stay close

to him?”

She was confused. Mr.

Moriarty had demonstrated

remarkable power. Wouldn’t

strengthening their connection

benefit their family?

Lady Helen sighed deeply and

handed her the newspaper.

“This is yesterday’s edition.

The church has ordered a halt

to all newspaper deliveries in

Annottales, confiscating

copies citywide. But it’s too

late—everyone knows.”

The weight in her mother’s

voice made Sylve uneasy. She

glanced at the paper.

The headline was shocking.

“Babel Tower Saves the World!”

Detailed accounts of Babel

Tower’s battles filled the pages

—heroic, tragic, and undeniably

awe-inspiring.

For the first time, it became

clear that Babel Tower, not the

Heart of Radiance, was the

true savior of the world.

Sylve’s thoughts spiraled.

Why had Mr. Moriarty known

about the Doomsday Crisis

beforehand? Was he part of

Babel Tower?

Lady Helen’s voice interrupted

her musings.

“The trouble he’s involved in is

immense, Sylve. One mistake

could destroy him… and

everyone connected to him.”

Her mother’s tone was calm

but heavy.

“I want you to have a strong

protector, but I don’t want you

swept into a catastrophe. We

aren’t part of his world, Sylve.

Entangling ourselves with him

will only lead to ruin.”

Sylve didn’t respond, her

thoughts too chaotic to form

words.

Tatsumi City.

On a special train nearing its

destination, a young man in

white with Eastern features

folded his newspaper. He

checked his phone, scrolling

through videos of Babel Tower.

“It’s everywhere,” he muttered,

shaking his head with a wry

smile.

Opposite him sat a man in

black casual attire with sharp,

leonine features and an

imposing air.

“Your thoughts on Babel

Tower?” asked the man in

white.

The other man, known as

“World,” placed a black chess

piece on the board in front of

him.

“If possible, I’d like to speak

with the Savior of Babel Tower.

Perhaps they can prove to me

that the ‘Rainbows’ are

wrong.”

Annottales.

Bai Yan sighed as he sensed

something strange outside the

mansion door.

“Come in,” he called.

A maid entered, carrying a half-

asleep black-and-white cat.

“This cat… Miss Sylve left it for

you, sir. She said it jumped

through her window and

insisted it be given to Mr.

Moriarty.”

Bai Yan raised an eyebrow but

took the malnourished cat

from her arms.

The feline opened its eyes and

stared at him with unnerving

intensity.

For a moment, Bai Yan felt a

peculiar stillness, as though

the cat’s presence disrupted

the usual rules of the world.

He studied it carefully, then

finally said, “Let it stay. From

now on, let’s call it… Cola.”