Chapter 463
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Chapter 463: The Song of the Innocent Singer
The two sisters arrived at the entrance of the Tulip Manor.
Evie, being controlled, opted for a carriage instead of walking, and Kaluoer joined her inside. The servants witnessed this scene but made no attempt to intervene.
Though it was working hours, Kaluoer’s actions could be seen as slacking off. But given her close relationship with the master, she was practically a co-owner of the manor. Everyone believed that one day, she would be the mistress of the place. So, slacking off was entirely justified!
The rhythmic swaying of the carriage filled Kaluoer’s ears as she remained silent, calmly awaiting their destination.
“Where are we going? I only told the coachman to head to the Tenth District, but I didn’t specify the exact location.”
On the way, Evie began to feel uneasy.
To ease her nerves, she turned to Kaluoer, asking, “Do you know where we’re headed?”
“I don’t know either,” Kaluoer replied, giving an honest answer. “I don’t know!”
“Don’t worry, sister. She should be fine,” Kaluoer reassured her.
Evie fell silent, her unease dissipating slightly. She realized that perhaps this was not so bad after all, especially with Kaluoer by her side. As long as there was no danger, she would try to embrace the unknown, cherishing this “wandering” time with her sister.
If only Kaluoer would leave that man and be with me like this… Oh Savior of Babel Tower, why not manipulate her just a little more…?
Unbeknownst to them, the sisters traveled through several districts of Annottales, until the carriage finally stopped on a street in the tenth district. Evie, subtly signaling the driver, instructed him to stop.
“Ladies, it is not advisable to stay here for long,” the coachman hesitated, his concern clear.
This area was filled with the impoverished, and security was virtually non-existent. Even two beautiful twins like flowers would be in danger walking down this street.
The Savior of Dark Light’s stagnation had caused the divine laws to fail, and crime once again plagued the districts of Annottales. For a time, no one was worried about facing punishment.
In the Kingdom of Dark Light, which had once relied on divine laws but now had none, hastily enacted temporary laws failed to bring order. When people were caught, nobody dared to pass judgment, as it was against the teachings for someone other than the Savior of Dark Light to judge His disciples.
Chaos spread throughout the kingdom, and even in the capital, Annottales, only the first district maintained any semblance of order.
Evie stood frozen on the street, realizing that this was their destination.
“Why did we come here?” she asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.
Kaluoer scanned the area, her eyes searching for cultists, monsters, creatures from other worlds, or extraordinary criminals. Housework had bored her, and she felt a strange pull toward violence.
But to her surprise, no monsters or extraordinary criminals appeared. Only cultists.
Hundreds of people knelt on the ground in devotion, murmuring prayers with serene expressions. To Kaluoer’s astonishment, they were worshipping none other than the Savior of the Babel Tower.
Kaluoer tilted her head, unfazed by the sight of ordinary people, while Evie suddenly understood.
As the divine laws of Dark Light failed, many had lost faith in the Savior of Dark Light. Though only a few converted, they now worshipped the rumored, all-powerful Savior of the Babel Tower.
“Oh great Savior, please save us. We are willing to offer our souls in exchange for peace. We sincerely pray for your protection.”
The people knelt, unaware that their prayers would never reach their intended destination. Kaluoer observed them, then turned her gaze elsewhere.
“Many people,” she remarked.
“What?” Evie looked around in astonishment.
At the end of the street, a massive crowd of at least a thousand people, many armed with weapons, was rapidly approaching.
“These are the strange ones!” the leader of the approaching group shouted, pointing at the worshippers.
The angry crowd surged forward, causing a chaotic scene on the street. Clearly, changing one’s faith in the Kingdom of Dark Light was seen as unforgivable.
“The Savior of Babel Tower is the true hero! Dark Light has already abandoned us!”
The kneeling worshippers, undeterred by the approaching threat, stood and took a step forward to challenge the encroaching crowd.
The Dark Light followers, seething with fury, were enraged by the perceived blasphemy. They could hardly believe the existence of such a heretical force as Babel Tower. The false deity had deceived the people!
“You heretics, you must be cleansed with blood!” one follower yelled.
“It will be you who bleeds. I’ll silence you with your own heart!” a worshipper retorted.
The insults exchanged, the two groups drew their weapons and clashed.
Although all involved were ordinary people, the battle was fierce. Blood was spilled, limbs were severed, and cries of anguish filled the air. Within moments, there were numerous casualties.
“Ah, I see now. The cultists are actually on our side,” Kaluoer observed, her face emotionless as she acknowledged the carnage around her.
Evie, pale and horrified, suppressed the urge to vomit. But she fought to maintain control.
She couldn’t let them keep fighting. This was wrong. The violence had to stop, and it was instinctual.
“It would be foolish to kill each other over these silly ideas,” she thought.
Despite being the adopted daughter of the Incarnation of Dark Light, Evie had never truly believed in the gods. There was a reason for that.
When she had first been adopted, she would kneel every morning and evening, praying to the Savior of Dark Light, hoping to find her beloved sister. Night after night, amidst her pain and despair, she eventually stopped kneeling before that deity.
Evie took a deep breath, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes.
She decided to sing.
From a young age, Evie had realized one truth: her voice had the power to touch souls. Now, with grace and ethereal melodies, she sang with divine wonder:
“At this moment, they pleaded with the gods to listen.”
“You lack the power to take a life.”
“The essence of life lies in the choices made by all.”
“Please give us hope again.”
“Even though we know there are no good people left in the world.”
“Please, forgive humanity once more.”
“I give hope to those longing for redemption.”
The divine song echoed, and in that instant, everyone who heard it was filled with awe. Its ethereal, divine quality touched the deepest parts of their hearts.
The fighters, caught in the grip of the melody, gradually dropped to their knees or sat on the ground, tears streaming down their faces as they were moved beyond words.
Kaluoer watched her sister, noticing how, in that very moment, Evie seemed to radiate a divine presence. She had become someone else entirely.
Various emotions surged within Kaluoer’s heart. She had once enjoyed a joyful childhood with Evie, but their adolescence had been far from happy. She had been shaped as a “tool,” manipulated by the demons of Mercury Ball.
There had been no freedom.
Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter.
That was her past.
Kaluoer’s eyes filled with tears.
“But Sister never changed…”
Evie was always that innocent girl.
Then, Kaluoer suddenly found herself in a dark, mysterious space.
She wasn’t afraid. Instead, she calmly surveyed the environment.
[Hidden Azure]
[Seeking One’s True Heart]
[Embark on Your True Path]
[“Once upon a time…”]
[Seeking One’s True Heart]
In this space, Kaluoer encountered numerous possibilities: Water World, Spirit Hunter, Nemesis, and the Assassin of Hades.
She remained silent, contemplating.
In Water World, her extraordinary powers were weak. She survived by using her abilities to catch fish, but she never felt alone. Together with Evie, they struggled, but their bond made it a happy life.
In the Spirit Hunter world, Kaluoer was a ghost-slaying hero, but her sister died saving her. Evie, now a ghost, secretly kept herself hidden, a secret known only to Kaluoer.
In the Nemesis world, Evie, a witch, was sentenced to death. Driven by revenge, she became the Nemesis, a goddess of vengeance. Her eyes turned crimson, and she slaughtered all in her path, consumed by madness.
Finally, in the Assassin of
Hades world, Kaluoer died
young but was resurrected
through a mysterious ritual
performed by Evie, who had
become a witch. Now wielding
the power of the undead, Evie’s
heart had grown cold.
Together, they escaped the
relentless pursuit of the
righteous, not seeking to rule
or destroy, but simply to bring
Kaluoer back to life.
Kaluoer took a deep breath.
“Sister…”
She had always known how
much Evie truly loved her.
But why did she feel, deep
down, like she was never
enough? For years, she had
been unable to save herself,
leaving her filled with
resentment.
Evie was just a girl her own
age. So why did she feel this
way?
Kaluoer fell into deep
contemplation.
What kind of person should
she become?
She thought about the man’s
words. He was very important
to her.
Kaluoer knew this.
That man… was someone who
had rescued her from the grip
of the Mercury Ball.
And he had said it:
“Do not become a mere tool of
slaughter.”
She whispered softly,
understanding the weight of
his words.