The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 452: The Suffering Daughter
Arrive in London in the evening.

Rose has to go back to Shelley first, while Roland has to go to the Tribunal - about the sudden fluctuations on the road and the secrets hidden in the white mine.

Enid would be informed of all this.

After dropping Rose off at an intersection, the carriage headed straight out of the East District.

The sharp and cold building still crawls in the night.

Enid was wearing a crimson nightgown with a butterfly pattern, barefoot and with her hair tied up, and she looked very happy when Roland was allowed to enter.

"Maybe I shouldn't have given you such a long vacation."

"how long?"

"For a long time."

She brushed off his dust, took his cane and put it away, hung up his hat and coat, unbuttoned his collar, and poured him champagne, which rarely appeared on the wine rack.

"for what?"

"For your family, the person you want is here, Roland." The brown-haired woman gently stroked his black hair, put the tail in her palm, and slid it through her fingers. She looked at Roland with eyes of the same color, and her longing for him could be seen from her eyes without her having to say it.

"I miss you."

She led him to sit down, and pressed her forehead against Roland's, wanting to touch every inch of him with her eyes and hands.

"What answer will I get if I ask you if you miss me at this time?"

"Same."

Enid kissed him, and then let him lie on her legs again, with his cheek against her belly, and spoke softly.

"Life is tough in the Inquisition... it's the same old story every day..."

"Our supreme girl always has wonderful ideas..."

"The cultists also..."

Roland just listened to her whispers, which gently smoothed out the noise like stroking a cat, leading him little by little to a deeper peace.

Sentence after sentence...

The air became hazy.

that's it.

When the bell rang.

Roland realized that half an hour had passed.

"I have something to tell you."

Roland slowly stood up and put his arm around her waist.

"Did you feel it?"

"what?"

"In the carriage, on the way back."

Roland gave her his shoulder and told her in detail about his experience in the carriage - about the abnormality he felt after opening the mystery box, and the power that penetrated his body.

"Rose, too." Roland said, "A strange wave, similar to the "secret", but not completely. I want to ask-"

Enid seemed quite calm.

In other words, use calmness to hide the terrible and chaotic emotions in your eyes.

Roland discovered it, so he chose to keep his mouth shut at this moment.

There's plenty of time to talk about this.

"look at me…"

"Roland..."

Human vocabulary dies at this moment.

The female leopard, suffering from longing, stroked his head.

Slowly and carefully.

This is Roland's lifelong brother, the decorated knight who is the source of all anger.

She was the saint who was most willing to suffer. Instead of the enemies brandishing swords and guns and shouting to kill, she stood up in the chaos and shouted "Kill me" and "Take my life"!
The enemy immersed her in water, suffocating her again and again, but she could not even utter a cough, as if she did not want to breathe, and had given up her nose and lungs, like a forest python that could swallow an elephant, and instinctively and gently swallowed the impact accompanied by shouts of killing again and again.

She just looked at the enemy, whimpering but not begging for mercy, attacking greedily like a leopard and clinging tightly like a snake.

'Take my life!'

The vague look in her eyes gave a hint, or comfort to the soldier who was addicted to killing: comfort him not to repent for this crime, even if her blood could soften a little bit of the knotty and hard armor, allowing him to regain his sanity in the killing.

This was the best outcome she wanted.

She played the recorder in battle and held the enemy's hands tightly.

This saintly woman clearly discerned the signals in the repressed emotions and looked for them in the drunken eyes.

The long and greedy war is coming to an end.

She walked barefoot on the broken and softening battlefield.

Open arms and mouth.

White rain started falling from the sky.

…………

... "I usually don't like to drink strong drinks, but when you come, I have to drink some." Enid sat on the terrace, shaking a glass of whiskey.

When the curtains were drawn, an invitation was extended to the sunlight.

Next to her joined lines, a half-filled bottle of tan wine sat.

She didn't drown, but instead let the sea roar to its fullest.

"I thought you were going home first. Home to see your...adoptive mother?"

The woman smiled as she looked at the man fiddling with his cuffs and shirt on the sofa, and licked her lips: "I didn't expect you to come see me first."

"I was going to talk to you about what happened to me on the road." Roland exhaled the foul breath that had accumulated from half a war. The fire in his sight drew a clear and soft outline on the woman by the window. "But it seems that there are more important things than what happened to me, right?"

Enid gave him a glare.

"It is not a gentleman's thing to kill the horse after enjoying the carriage."

"Is the coachman a gentleman?" Roland picked up the champagne, walked to the window, came to her side, and bowed his head from top to bottom.

The woman whose frost marks had faded away showed amazing charm in the flames.

"I like your eyes, Roland."

She invited him to sit down, and the two of them leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the quiet and peace after the war.

half an hour.

Enid drank the wine.

"What did you find?" she asked.

"A strange wave." Roland replied.

"Oh, you want to know, did I notice?"

"Ah."

"The whole world has noticed it, Roland." Enid looked out the window. "On your way back? I have to tell you, it's not a simple ritual. You know the mystery box, so you should have some guesses about what the saint left behind..."

She raised her hand and brushed the hair from Roland's eyes.

"Yes, it's not a legend. She really did it - that's why they say that the person who collects all the puzzle boxes will have the power to destroy the world..."

"Now it seems that there is no need to collect them all."

Roland was thoughtful.

"Someone got a hold of a puzzle box and opened it."

"Yes."

"Hopefully this change will be a good thing for the world..."

"Maybe it's neither good nor bad." Enid showed a fleeting smile: "For example, for those who are keen on exploring the world of sleep, it may be great news..."

Roland was suddenly stunned.

He noticed that the floor was vibrating.

The champagne in the glass was shaking.

Everything in the room including hangers, desk and candle holders.

Everything that depends on the earth for its survival is constantly vibrating.

The sun is still shining outside the window.

But the Inquisition, illuminated by the sunlight, was lured by the trembling and shattered earth, and its buildings withered in Roland's flames.

Everything is collapsing and breaking.

And quickly approached him.

finally.

Glass exploded before his eyes.

He lost the floor beneath his feet and fell deeper into the depths—

thump.

His head hit the soft sofa.

Roland opened his eyes.

Enid was sitting nearby, smiling, with her chin in her hand, admiring someone's sleeping posture.

"Welcome back."

Roland was as confused as a rookie who was having his first dream.

He stood up in a daze, rubbed his face and eyes, and twisted the wooden silver-dyed ring a few times.

It was evening when he returned to London.

"Dream?"

"Obviously."

"But how could it be——"

Even apprentices know that the dreamer cannot escape from the dream on his own.

"That's why I said that there is a terrible power hidden in the puzzle box." Enid shook her legs, "That thing actually changed the rules..."

(End of this chapter)