Chapter 299
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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.”
