Chapter 559
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Chapter 559: Confession
[Bai Yan, I actually have a question: What is your relationship with the Savior?]
After the Babel Tower meeting ended, the witch made her way alone to a towering building in Tatsumi City.
She stood there, smiling as she gazed down upon the bustling city below. Tatsumi City, a unique place that held the stories of countless legendary characters, carried memories that would forever linger in her heart.
Even after thousands of years, Merete Chambers could never forget the experiences she had here.
As for her question, Bai Yan no longer saw the need to hide the truth. At this point, it no longer mattered. Even if he chose not to answer, she had likely already guessed the truth.
[I am the Savior of the Babel Tower.]
Merete Chambers let out a soft sigh. The smile on her face faded, replaced by an expression tinged with nostalgia.
[Although I had already considered this possibility, confirming it is truly… fascinating. So, you are the ultimate mastermind, the most terrifying hidden figure of all.]
She shook her head, her tone now carrying a hint of playful resignation.
[I’m so surprised, Bai Yan… If I had attacked you back when you were the Night Watcher, would you have defeated me instantly? Would I have ended up locked in a cage, begging for mercy, crying desperately?]
[No, that’s not how it happened,] Bai Yan answered, a quiet chuckle echoing deep within her heart.
The witch fell into a moment of silent thought.
Bai Yan, too, remained quiet.
In truth, he had been far too weak back then—completely incapable of opposing the enigmatic Merete Chambers. If she had sought to capture him, she would have succeeded with ease, subjecting him to a terrifying fate.
Fortunately, the tides had turned. He had managed to gain the upper hand, keeping the fearsome witch under his control instead of the other way around.
Suddenly, Merete Chambers spoke again.
[The Noah people need to prepare for relocation. What should we do now?]
After a brief pause, Bai Yan answered:
[We still have time. Merete Chambers, let’s fulfill your long-held wish now. Without that power, we might not stand a chance against “Solitary.”]
Her eyes sparkled with understanding.
[So, to the Enos civilization, then.]
The witch took a deep breath.
Her long-standing aspiration—to become a god—was finally within reach. Yet, as the moment approached, she felt a strange calm rather than excitement.
Perhaps, over the thousands of years of waiting, her attachments had gradually faded. Or maybe they had simply transformed into a pure and unwavering pursuit.
“Let’s go,” she said aloud, her voice clear and resolute.
For a moment, Bai Yan thought he detected a deeper fondness in her demeanor toward him, a change he didn’t fully understand.
He didn’t know that his decision long ago—to sacrifice himself instead of commanding Mu Ling to do so—had shaken something deep within Merete Chambers.
It had been a subtle but profound impact on her worldview, though it didn’t completely change her fundamental beliefs.
After all, those who consider themselves strong rarely allow their principles to be swayed by others.
Following one’s heart—acting on one’s whims—is the smallest unit of strength.
[Before we leave, there is one more thing to do,] Bai Yan said.
It was something important.
They traveled to a desolate expanse beyond Tatsumi City.
A vast white wilderness stretched before them, where snowflakes drifted in the air like delicate feathers. This was a place untouched by life—a quiet, frozen landscape.
Suspended in the midst of this snowy expanse was a massive ice crystal.
Sealed within it was a terrifying “monster.”
Few people knew the truth: this “monster” had once been a saint of the Babel Tower. For a brief time, she had been the mightiest being in the Tower.
She was the Queen of the Scarlet Moon.
The blood Bai Yan had left for her should have sustained her for years. But after enduring endless battles, she had been forced to consume it far more rapidly.
When the blood ran out, the Scarlet Moon descended into madness. In her desperation, she transformed into a monstrous beast, fighting and devouring relentlessly.
Though her sacrifice had turned the tide of battle, it had also cost her everything.
To stop her rampage, the others had sealed her in this place, entrapping her in an eternal slumber.
Bai Yan gazed at her frozen form, his voice heavy with regret.
[I am very sorry.]
The Scarlet Moon lay encased in ice, her beauty preserved in an otherworldly serenity.
She was like a flame trapped within pristine frost—silent, waiting, yet radiating an undeniable power.
Merete Chambers smirked.
“Another lover of yours? How do you plan to save her?”
[I can’t help her right now. Without my body or spirit, I can’t create the blood she needs. I only wanted to see her.]
Bai Yan’s heart was anything but calm.
The Scarlet Moon…
Her touch, her embrace, her scent, and her pain—they were vivid memories he could never let go of.
He didn’t want to leave her behind.
He was, after all, a selfish and greedy man.
Whether in games or reality, he clung to everything he considered his own.
[Let’s go, Merete Chambers,] he said finally.
[Alright, my master,] she replied with a knowing smile.
With a flick of her hand, the witch summoned her black book, flipping to a specific page.
The story of the Enos civilization unfolded before them, the page glowing with a golden light.
The light expanded, forming a gateway—a shimmering halo that opened the path to the Enos civilization.
Merete Chambers stepped forward into the glow.
Through her eyes, Bai Yan gazed at the night sky beyond. He felt a strange sense of calm, as if resonating with something profound within himself.
[Mu Ling, you’ve done very well.]
Her soft reply echoed in his mind:
[Thank you.]
Merete Chambers smiled, her tone light but filled with meaning.
“It’s time to leave this world. Are you really not going to explain your situation to them?”
[No, it’s not time yet,] he said quietly.
Perhaps he was resisting. Or perhaps he was simply exhausted.
More than anything, he didn’t want the people of Babel Tower to see him as he was now.
He wanted them to continue believing in the Savior—the figure who inspired hope and unwavering faith.
That illusion was sacred, and he wasn’t ready to shatter it.
[Let the illusion remain.]
The witch nodded, smiling as they stepped into the gateway together, leaving Noah’s world under the endless night sky.
