The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1162 Ch.1161 Sorry Enid and Thirty Days
Only by stepping on the soul of another Holy Flame can one reach the end.

Kashgar, Enid.

Whoever is promoted to the eighth ring first will become the other's 'ritual object'—this is also why Enid has been living in seclusion in the courtroom for many years, ignoring worldly affairs—at least that's what most people think.

Roland didn't understand, and found it hard to believe, that tonight she would act like a naughty child, doing those foolish things that only her parents would not allow her to do.

The Undying Flame can only exist for one month... or maybe two months?

It no longer matters to Enid, who has become an inextinguishable flame.

“This is the true ‘Holy Grail’—of course, whether it can grant a wish depends on your little friend’s abilities… Roland…”

She put down the golden cup and gently stroked her lover's unusually calm face with her rough palm.

"I don't want to die, but I have no choice but to..."

She gently embraced her lover, tenderly pulling him into her arms as he stiffened. Time seemed to rewind countless sunrises and sunsets, and in the firelight that melted the walls, the outlines of two voices gradually overlapped.

She sensed the pain, and she also heard the relief.

Fantasy torments the soul of the ritual performer, and Enid knew perfectly well what her brother was suffering from: he didn't want her to die, yet he also wanted her to die as soon as possible…

To be reborn in eternal memory.

"Balance, brother. The secret of the path of fantasy is 'balance'—you need to have enough 'anchors' in your waking world to fight against the ever-growing... your 'fantasy kingdom'... You live in the herbalist's shop, you've seen Libra, haven't you?"

Roland didn't want to hear any of that right now.

His bewilderment was like being transported back to that harsh winter day, walking barefoot and stumbling through the street.

The broken pieces of the Eucharist hatched the lyre music of angels, and the Father, seated above the clouds, stretched out his radiant hand, saying he would take an exhausted soul to heaven—a soul tormented by hatred and pain, becoming nothing but delusion, until now, until the night Nina shattered into dust.

In the flames of love and tender tenderness, he was once again destroyed by the calamity he had pleaded for, which precisely targeted his soul.

His wounds were gaping and leaking air, his flesh and blood wrapped up like a mummy by Enid's unpredictable act of self-sacrifice.

A strong feeling of suffocation swelled up in his throat.

"I'm so sorry...brother."

Enid had no choice but to follow the path laid out by fate, for she alone possessed the 'strategy,' so she naturally bore a greater and more dangerous responsibility than Kratofer or Shelley.

She knows what she is meant to be.

I also know what to do and what risks to take to ensure a brighter future for her and him...

Even if this is indeed a huge risky move.

For herself, and for Roland.

"Fate will lead you to me once more..."

“I hate that word, you know, Enid,” Roland gently pushed her away. “I don’t understand what kind of prophecy makes you believe in yourself more than you believe in yourself…”

“I don’t believe in fate either—I believe in you, my love.” Enid took his hand, as devoutly as when she swore an oath on the cross as a child: “You are my destiny.”

Her arms burst into a misty white flame, and everything in the room visibly twisted inward.

Roland, however, felt no heat at all.

"So, the answer is: you've gotten yourself into big trouble right in front of me, and I'm going to have to figure out how to save you."

This is not a simple statement.

Enid smiled mischievously: "Absolutely right, Your Excellency. It's time for me to be willful for once... You've helped Shandel Kratofer many times, and Shelley has been pampered by you quite a bit..."

"I don't think now is the time to talk about this?"

"There's no time when women can't say 'these things'—men also need to be prepared to respond at any time... We don't necessarily want to hear your answers delivered with a straight face and logic."

Even in such a 'pressing' moment, Roland couldn't help but gently tap the other person's forehead.

"You are more destructive than Sender."

"Is now not the time to bring her up?" Enid raised an eyebrow.

"Men can say 'these things' at any time—and women must be prepared to respond at any time... We don't need to hear you use harsh words to comment on people we never asked you to comment on..."

He was tapped on the forehead. The two of them laughed and looked at each other quietly.

Their relationship was never tainted by anything inappropriate; it was passionate and chaotic, just like the most standard path of the Inquisition, "Holy Flame": intense yet fleeting.

"The dividing line for any road lies between the Fourth and Fifth Ring Roads—'Fantasy' is no exception, brother. I think I should be the direction you choose without hesitation… Do I have that ability?"

Before everything becomes irreversible, can I be the first anchor in your heart that you truly become aware of?

“A teacher like you can only teach one class in your entire life,” Roland whispered.

“All the answers, before winter comes… Brother.” Enid couldn’t tell Roland all the secrets; she could only gamble her soul on the table, betting that her brother would choose the path she hoped for, the one that was also the most difficult.

This was the only way she could do it.

She is neither smart nor brave.

Wearing the guise of a judge, how is she any different from that trembling bird I saw outside the window when I was a child?

It still hasn't happened to this day.

"Thirty days."

She repeated it softly.

"Find a way to preserve my flesh and soul... or let me become your 'eternity'... whichever it is, this is the last time."

Enid tossed her hair back, her brown eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.

She was fully aware of the danger and pain her actions would bring to Roland.

including herself.

Unfortunately, Enid is Enid; she will always be that timid and foolish girl in the library, destined to follow the predetermined path laid out by fate…

She will never become someone like Keshihai.

Please forgive me, brother.

…………

……

"So, Jin Dao? Is your presiding judge insane? Or are you joking with me?"

The girl rode on a low chair, resting her head on the back. Two thin blades slipped between her fingers.

“I really hope this is a joke, Rose.”

By now, Roland no longer desired to understand the 'secret' and 'fate' Enid spoke of—

“Perhaps this is Ms. Judith’s ‘wishes.’ As the most devout follower of the Benefactor, she has an obligation to dedicate her strength…” Sandel leaned against the liquor cabinet, idly twirling her hair with her index finger: “We should all respect the choice made by an Eighth Ring… I think…”

Rose glared at her: "You think nobody knows what you're thinking?"

Rose knows this guy too well.

Shandel Kratofer.

She wished everyone except Roland would die.

Oh.

Maybe...

They didn't exclude Roland.

This person is not mentally sound.

“I’d love to see the look on Bishop Kratofer’s face when he hears this news,” Sandel said lightly. “And then… Roland, I have a question.”

“Of course, Xander.”

The gray-haired girl turned her head to the side, her gaze lingering on Harida for a moment before meeting Roland's eyes, and said with a hint of seduction:
"Perhaps... another path is more suitable for you. I mean... wouldn't you like to try to rekindle an everlasting flame of the Tribunal within 'memories'...? There's no better opportunity than that..."

boom!
Rose jumped up and kicked over the chair, then lunged at the giggling girl next to the liquor cabinet, much to Harida's horror.

(End of this chapter)