Night World Players

Chapter 114 Let’s start our last journey (two in one)

The picture on the light screen changed.

From the dark alley, after many twists and turns, bypassing the maids on duty outside... finally arrived at the magnificent palace.

They ran side by side through the back door of the palace and went upstairs together.

A few minutes later, as Luster said a gentle goodnight, the lights in the bedroom window went out.

And the object of the soul binding of the Shadow Crystal Stone - Axia, or Helen, the Queen of the Underworld in the Sixth Epoch, returned to her palace.

The scene within the light curtain also became quiet again.

Helen returned to her peaceful daily life which had remained unchanged and calm for decades.

The speed of video playback was accelerated again, from one-to-one speed to dozens of times the previous speed.

This kind of monotonous and repetitive time in the palace had already been repeated countless times on the light screen... It was played again at this moment, and even Dean Yin yawned continuously.

It was even so bored that it wandered around the halls of the Mystery Tower, chasing its tail in circles and occasionally playing with its own shadow.

Just like a silly and cute cat.

But, on the other side of the hall—

Ophelia's behavior, however, was completely different from Dean Yin's.

Although she had felt bored with such boring content before... but at this moment, she was staring at the scene on the light screen, with a hint of interest in her wine-red eyes.

"Laster..."

Obviously, before this, this name was only mentioned by Ophelia in a nonchalant tone.

But at this moment, when the little princess pronounced this name, there was an inexplicable weight in her words.

It was no longer "Sister Wang's classmate" or "potential future brother-in-law"... labels that only had meaning because of their connection with Hiltina.

Instead, it was as an independent individual that attracted the attention of this little swan of the empire.

"Then let me see."

"You can make my sister change in a way that even I can't..."

"After all, is there a weight that matches it?"

Ophelia's words were so soft, as if she were talking to herself, that no one could hear them except a ferret.

However, when the words fell into Dean Yin's ears, it made him feel a little chill in his heart, and for a moment he lost the interest in playing boxing with his own tail.

"Little sister Tina, what's going on in your little head?"

A hint of suspicion flashed across Dean Yin's eyes.

Although within the imperial capital, whether it is the royal family or the nobles... Ophelia's evaluation is full of praise such as "the little swan of the empire", "the flawless princess", "the most perfect successor to His Majesty Aaron".

But as the biggest victim of Ophelia's clutches, Dean Yin is well aware of the other side of the little princess hidden beyond her noble and flawless appearance.

Not only is she a white-and-black person, but she is also a complete sister complex... It's not an ordinary sisterly love, but the kind that is a bit pathological.

Although Ophelia said the previous sentence "In order to prevent my sister from being cuckolded, I have to get rid of the potential thief first" in a joking tone, it is by no means just a joke.

And now, Ophelia actually has some interest in Luster himself...

This matter is so terrifying when you think about it carefully, so terrifying that even Dean Yin doesn't dare to think too deeply about it.

It was afraid that someone would kill the mink to silence it.

……

Inside the palace, there is a room reserved for waiters.

The candlelight was blazing, illuminating Rast's eyes.

He was sitting at his desk, writing something calmly with a pen.

The angular characters were copied on the paper stroke by stroke, as neatly as printed fonts.

There was an old book lying flat next to the desk. Rast would occasionally reach out and turn a page before starting to write.

On the bookshelf in the corner of the room, there are thousands of such handwritten manuscripts, many of which have been preliminarily compiled into books.

Suddenly, Rast's fingers paused and he stopped writing with his pen.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window shrouded in night.

The next moment, a red rainbow light streaked across the sky.

Coming from the end of the horizon, it instantly penetrated the frozen dusk outside the palace...

Then, it stopped in front of Rast.

The light revealed its original appearance, which was a rainbow bird with a glowing body, as if it was formed by the light of the sun.

The moment it paused at Last's fingertips, the shining rainbow bird began to burn silently, and an illusory roll of letter paper was reflected in the flames.

[The traces of the "Gravekeeper" legend have been discovered. The Grim Reaper's relics will be recovered as early as seven days later.]

[The "Lost Paradise" plan must be launched before this]

【Cesare Balzette】

When Last finished reading and his eyes moved away from the roll of phantom letter paper, the roll of phantom letter paper burned silently.

It was a red flame like the scorching sun, but it did not hurt Last at all who was so close to him. Only pure warmth as if illuminated by the sun was left.

After a while, the letter paper was nothing but the embers of the sun, which turned into thousands of points of light, scattered in the night sky.

There is no doubt that this secret letter came from Cecil, the current leader of the Shore Watchers.

Only if this legendary Sun-Sequence Master personally took action could he ignore the long distance from the Watchtower to Paradise, which spanned half the continent...

It also penetrated the solidified dusk, which was also the domain of Helen as the queen of the underworld. Without anyone noticing, the confidential information was delivered to Last as soon as possible.

He is worthy of being the only confirmed human legend of this era.

but……

According to Chief Cecil.

"Gravekeeper"

This secret organization, hidden behind the scenes in Cessel's words and the creator of the tombstone of civilization... has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations for several eras.

The first time it appeared in the Sixth Epoch, the one dispatched was also a legend.

Unlike Cecil... Cecil is the absolute leader of the Shore Guardians for hundreds of years, and is also the only legend in the organization. He represents the pinnacle of the extraordinary people of this era.

But the legend of the "Gravekeeper" is just the tip of the iceberg of this secret organization that spanned several eras.

A legend was dispatched in a random attempt... Then what level of existence would the leader or even the founder of the secret organization "Gravekeeper" be?

Level eight, level nine?
Demigod, angel?
Or... a real god?

They have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations over several epochs.

So, does it mean that the "Gravekeeper" is likely to have crossed the Sixth Epoch and also exist at the time point of the present world?
In fact, so far, it is the only thing that Rast knows of that can exist for a long time across multiple eras.

Is there some kind of inexplicable connection between the "night world" and the "gravekeeper"?
call--

Last looked at the fragments of sunlight scattering from his fingertips, slowly adjusted his breathing, and let out a long sigh.

The level of these things seemed too far away from him at the moment. It was meaningless to think too much about them. It was just a waste of time. At this moment, all he could do was to focus on the "Lost Paradise" plan in front of him... This was the only opportunity to contact the "tomb keeper" and peek into his true face hidden under the mist of history.

Rast adjusted himself and sat down at the wooden table again.

Then, in the candlelight that was still in the room, he picked up the pen again and wrote a few lines.

After doing all this, Rast rang the bell in the room and called a maid from the palace.

He walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and calmly ran his fingers over the several compiled manuscripts.

"Bring these books as a gift to Her Majesty the Queen for me."

As a personal attendant who is trusted or favored by Her Majesty Helen, Rast's status in the palace is naturally higher than that of ordinary maids, so it is not surprising to ask them for some small help.

Moreover, even if we put aside her identity as Her Majesty the Queen's confidant... Not only is Rast impeccable in appearance, but her personality is also quite gentle, and she has a very good relationship with the other maids.

Although the maids did not dare to have any improper thoughts about Rast because of his close relationship with Her Majesty the Queen, which made people unconsciously have ambiguous associations.

But they had no reason to refuse the boy's request.

"Ok."

"Mr. Last, please leave it to me."

The maid nodded respectfully, picked up the newly compiled books, and left quietly.

……

Between the thrones.

The girl sat back on the throne, her long ice-blue hair flowing down, and the surrounding was a frozen dusk.

She ate the fruit while flipping through the book on her lap, just as Helen had done countless times before.

But, I don’t know why—

It is clearly a daily routine that has become commonplace and familiar.

But at this moment, Helen's every move revealed a bit of listlessness.

Ever since the outing, which the boy called a "date," Last had asked for leave and quit most of his previous jobs as a personal waiter, leaving the work to other maids.

Except for occasionally borrowing a few old fairy tales from Helen, he stayed in his room most of the day.

The maids all wondered if Rast was staying indoors like this because he was sick...

He had never accepted the blessing of Her Majesty the Queen, so naturally he could not have the eternal life like the maids, and he would still be born, grow old, get sick and die like ordinary people.

When Her Majesty the Queen heard this speculation, she felt even more guilty.

The other maids were not aware of this, but Helen herself knew... It was after that time when Last accompanied her out for fun that he started staying indoors.

Perhaps, he contracted the disease during that date because of his willfulness and love of play.

Helen's gaze involuntarily turned to the outside of the palace, to the suburbs of the royal city, to the mountains covered by lush forests.

The scenery there is very similar to the ending of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

This was also the place where Luster promised Helen at the end of the last date that he would take her to play again next week.

After the previous date ended, she had been thinking about that place and the agreement with Last.

However, if he were to go out with her and cause Last to get sick... Helen would rather suppress her longing and yearning and restrain her willfulness.

She picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate beside her and subconsciously wanted to take something else.

But then, her slender white hand stopped in mid-air——

This was a fruit plate freshly cut by the maids, so naturally they wouldn't prepare skewers for her as thoughtfully as Rast did.

These were obviously trivial matters, and Helen had already gotten used to them in the past and didn't even feel their existence.

But after Last was no longer her personal attendant, every detail of her daily life was telling Helen that he was leaving.

It made her feel empty and lost.

Behind the throne, the maids who took over from Rast to serve Helen looked at each other, but saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The maids could all sense the loss in Her Majesty the Queen's heart during this period... Not only would they be dazed and distracted from time to time, but they would also spend most of their time looking in the direction of the waiter's room.

They wanted to relieve Her Majesty the Queen's worries, but they could not find the exact reason.

In other words, even if they knew the reason, they were powerless to do anything about it.

"His Majesty."

"This is what Mr. Last asked me to bring to you."

As soon as the new maid finished speaking, she saw Her Majesty the Queen, who was usually lazy and idle, suddenly stood up from her throne.

There was excitement sparkling in those dark purple eyes.

Helen walked up to her with light steps and took the stack of books compiled from manuscripts from the fearful maid.

Ice-blue hair fluttered in the dusk, and the first thing Helen saw was the "Silver Wing Chronicle".

However, unlike the old original version that Helen was familiar with, this book seemed to have just been compiled, with smooth pages that looked brand new.

She couldn't wait to open the new edition of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

[Your Majesty, your fairy tale books have been read too many times, and many parts are worn and damaged. ]

[However, these books from the Golden Age before the Cataclysm...are too old, and it is unlikely to find reprints.]

[These manuscripts are the gifts I prepared for you during this period of time. I hope Your Majesty will not blame me.]

The boy’s handwriting on the message on the title page still had a hint of warmth.

Helen couldn't wait to reach out and open the fairy tale book.

The story in the book was so familiar that she could recite every word by heart.

However, the neat handwriting between the pages has not yet completely dried up and has a faint smell of ink.

The white and slender fingers gently flicked the pages, and the rustling sound of turning pages was heard.

The "Silver Wing Chronicles" rewritten by Last soon came to the last page.

But then.

The next moment, Helen's beautiful dark purple eyes widened unconsciously.

At the end of "Silver Wings Chronicle", the Plague Witch Lady and the Knight Boy have a happy ending.

A small piece of paper sandwiched in it slipped out silently.

There were only a few short lines of text on the note.

【His Majesty:】

[I wonder if you remember the promise we made during our previous date that we haven’t fulfilled yet. ]

[Four days later, 1 p.m.]

[Just like the hero and heroine of "Silver Wing Chronicle", the knight boy Lyle and the plague witch...]

[Let’s start our last journey. ]

(End of this chapter)