Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 412 May the future be as pure as today
The gaze from the stars has now vanished, leaving only a hand-drawn red moon hanging there, shimmering.

But this last crimson moon is the most special.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lilith's dress billowed outwards, revealing various herbs and flowers adorning it, along with depictions of different animals.

He held a cute, illusory baby in one arm and a dark brown wooden staff in the other, his whole being holy and dignified.

At this moment, the baby in her arms had its eyes tightly closed, and its breathing was somewhat rapid. A not-so-straight crack, emitting a bluish glow, stretched from the forehead, across the nasal bone and tip, past the mouth and chin, dividing the face into two asymmetrical halves.

One half was intact, while the other half was broken, with jigsaw puzzle-like fragments drifting off the skin and floating around the baby's face.

Lilith gently shook the baby in her arms, but ultimately she was powerless to help.

Lilith, also within the sphere of influence of the Mother Goddess, was significantly affected each time the Mother Goddess manipulated her destiny.

Although I managed to get some good stuff while the Mother Goddess was trying out [Abundance], it wasn't enough to fully recover my health.

Lilith took a step and strolled slowly through her own divine realm.

With a slight spiritual stirring, a familiar divine power appeared on the outskirts of the divine kingdom, which, to the true gods, was like a knock on the door.

Lilith looked away and turned to her side.

At the same time, another figure emerged from the darkness. The "Goddess of Night," Amanises, appeared at the edge of the divine realm, wearing a layered long dress adorned with stardust, her face veiled by a thin, semi-transparent black gauze.

The next second, He vanished from his spot and appeared beside Lilith.

Immediately afterwards, without Amanisis doing anything, the baby in Lilith's arms relaxed, and its tightly closed eyes softened.

The puzzle pieces floating around the face slowly converged towards the face, finally piecing together on the face.

Although the lines are still clearly visible, they are no longer jarring.

"Thank you."

A loving smile appeared on Lilith's face.

The two gods stared at each other.

One second, two seconds.

Then, the conversation shifted.

Lilith's words sounded more like a joke between close friends:
"The night tells the sun: You sent me a love letter from the moon, and I wrote a reply with my tears and left it on the grass."

This is an excerpt from Russell's poems recited by Leonard in a simulated universe.

Amanisis nodded gently: "Yes, so I wrote my reply with tears and left it on the grass, to give you a sense of involvement."

Ah, it seems that both goddesses have maintained their humanity quite well.

…………

Within the simulated universe, inside the Source Castle.

As Klein continued talking, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

"Hiss, is someone still missing?" Klein suddenly asked.

He remembered that he should have another identity.

Where did Charlotte Moriarty go?

“Huh? Yeah.” Merlin Hermes stroked his chin.

Dawn Dantes pressed his fist against his nose: "Yeah, where did Charlotte go?"

Klein grinned and thought for a moment.

Ok……

Could it be... that Serres forgot?

at the same time.

Charlotte Moriarty stood in an old-fashioned treehouse.

This is a house nestled among large trees, and it seems to be an inn.

Judging from the conversations of the other guests, this place seems to be called "Wangshu Inn".

Oh my god! Where have I ended up? Am I still inside Source Castle?

Charlotte Moriarty walked aimlessly up the stairs to the rooftop.

He tilted his head and saw a man and a woman standing side by side on the rooftop platform, gazing into the distance.

Charlotte Moriarty instinctively moved closer and overheard their conversation.

"Your knife is quite good," the man commented, looking at the knife in the woman's hand.

It seems they don't know each other either.

"Thank you," the woman replied calmly.

A few seconds later, the purple-haired woman holding the long katana spoke again, asking, "Excuse me, is this Pinocchio?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

The green-haired man with three knives retorted, "Isn't this the Sabaody Archipelago?"

Charlotte Moriarty remained silent.

So no matter what, this isn't the Source Castle, right?

Suddenly, a rift opened in the sky. A spaceship that looked highly technologically advanced burst out of the rift and landed not far above the rooftop.

Charlotte Moriarty blinked.

No? There are other experts?
Klein's extraordinary vision easily helped him spot the five people on the spaceship.

A fox-person with light purple hair who was piloting a boat, a middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face, a woman who looked a bit aloof, a man with dragon horns, and a man with long hair.

Charlotte Moriarty stared intently, then slowly shook her head.

Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 something is wrong.

The art style of these five people clearly doesn't fit here.

The next moment, another opening was torn open in front of the spaceship, revealing what appeared to be a battlefield on the other side.

A bunch of monsters covered in messy plants are fighting against some soldiers wielding cold weapons.

The spaceship accelerated suddenly and rushed inside. From the ship, one could vaguely hear the excited shouts of the fox-woman and two spirited young men, like the joy of new recruits sneaking into battle for the first time.

"Scene!"

"To!"

"Drink the horn!"

"To!"

"With two horns at the front, not a blade of grass will survive!"

Whoosh!
The spaceship plunged inside and disappeared.

…………

Klein resumed his conversation and stopped paying attention to Charlotte Moriarty.

Anyway, nothing bad will happen.

"By the way, you shouldn't need to actively search for subsequent potion recipes anymore, right?" Dawn Dantes asked.

“Hmm.” Klein nodded.

"So I went back to Backlund to steal the Antigonus family notes behind the Charnis Gate. What are you going back to Backlund for?" Dawn Dantes asked.

Klein looked at him in shock.

Who would have thought that someone with such thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would actually be a traitor?

"Why are you looking at me like that? You would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes." Dawn Dantes stared at Klein.

“That’s true,” Klein immediately agreed.

"So, what exactly are you going back to Backlund for?" Gehrman Sparrow asked, somewhat curiously.

“This…” Klein leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't war about to break out? This is part of a divine war, and I can't stop it."

"But I think I can always do something."

“I understand you,” Dawn Dantes nodded gently, “but you must protect yourself before you can help others.”

“You only have two chances to resurrect… well, probably only two,” Merlin Hermes warned. “You must make good use of them.”

“Really? That’s quite rare.” Klein’s lips curled into a smile.

“Are you really ready?” Gehrman Sparrow asked.

Klein laughed even harder.

None of them tried to dissuade Klein, which proved that even in the future, he had not abandoned his conscience.

He still maintained his worthless "kindness".

that's enough.

This really made him very happy.

"I don't know." Klein's lips curled into an exaggerated smile as he answered sincerely, "I don't know if I'm ready."

"But since I can do it, I might as well do it."

"The universe is vast, and we are but tiny insects. But people should not be treated like insects by their own kind."

"If possible, I would prefer that they continue to keep smiling."

"The joy I seek is to make myself and those around me feel happy. Looking at those smiles, I sometimes feel that the happiness I have gained is much greater than the universe."

"This is my aesthetics of pleasure."

“Is that so?” Merlin Hermes smiled and nodded.

"Then I wish you well."

May your future be as pure as today.

PS: Um...

My birthday is on the 28th.

Can you wish me a happy birthday on the 28th?

(End of this chapter)