Has the knight lady who married into the countryside fallen into depravity today?

The song was melodious at first listen, but upon closer inspection, it carried a sticky, bone-chilling quality, as if slippery seaweed had wrapped around your ankles and was spreading upwards.

It doesn't enter through the ears, but rather like countless invisible, cold threads, drilling directly into the mind, attempting to peel away the layers of reason and emotion.

For a fleeting moment, an utterly absurd thought even flashed through Klein's mind—to give up resistance and plunge into the sea, where the ultimate secrets of all the magic he sought lay.

However, the moment this thought appeared, it was instantly extinguished by his powerful mental strength.

The previously peaceful atmosphere in the room was instantly shattered.

The moment the song entered her mind, Ni Lisha gripped the hem of her skirt tightly. The expensive, silky fabric was crumpled into an irreparable crease between her fingers, her knuckles turning white from tension.

Her face, which always wore a calm smile, instantly lost all color, leaving only an almost transparent, deathly pale white.

However, just before those sharp eyes were about to be swallowed by fear, a faint blue light flashed from the depths of her eyes.

The dim light acted like a cold tranquilizer, instantly calming her outward panic. She loosened her grip, letting the wrinkled hem of her skirt slip down.

"That singing..." She exhaled a breath of stale air, her voice low as a dream, yet carrying an undisguised tremor, "It still came."

The guards moved with ghostly speed, completing their defenses the instant Ni Lisha finished speaking.

There are no extra instructions, only muscle memory formed through long-term training.

With a clang, a low hissing sound of metal rubbing together, two curved swords slid out of their sheaths a few inches, their blades glistening with an ominous blood-red light, as if they had drunk their fill of the moonlight.

Their footsteps intersected silently, instantly forming a stable triangular formation that firmly protected Ni Lisha at the safest core.

At the same time, the silver rune plaques they wore at their waists glowed faintly, and three points of light traced invisible lines in the air, which then expanded into an almost transparent energy ripple, spreading out like water, subtly isolating the sticky singing and the blood-red moonlight.

Ophelia stood motionless by the window.

Golden strands of hair fluttered slightly in the sea breeze that squeezed in through the window cracks, a breeze carrying a sweet, metallic smell.

The song had the most direct effect on her. Her left arm, which had been corrupted by the siren's power, was now experiencing a burning, stinging pain, as if it were being branded with a hot iron. The veins under her arm were even slightly bulging, like black worms that had come to life and were writhing wildly.

Even more terrifying, deep within her soul, she felt a dark, decadent intimacy with the song, as if it were a call from the same source.

But her expression didn't change at all.

In those golden eyes, there was only a cold stillness, like the sea frozen before a storm.

She simply placed her right hand on the hilt of the knight's sword at her waist. Her well-defined fingers were the strongest lock, suppressing all restlessness, madness, and that inappropriate "sense of intimacy" under the scabbard.

She noticed Klein approaching, but without turning around, she only confirmed his location out of the corner of her eye, which reassured him.

Klein stood beside Ophelia, his brow furrowed.

As a magician, he was far more sensitive to this kind of spiritual erosion than ordinary people.

In his perception, the singing transformed into twisted, sinister runes, relentlessly trying to pry open his mental barriers.

This is no longer simple mental magic; it's more like a talent stemming from the instincts of ancient creatures.

It doesn't attack directly, but rather lures you in. Like the most cunning devil, it whispers in your ear, promising you your deepest desires, amplifying your most unbearable fears, and rekindling your most unresolved longings, then waiting for you to open your defenses and be completely devoured by your own inner demons.

Klein silently channeled his mental energy, constructing a solid arcane barrier in his mind to shut out the decadent sounds that were still trying to infiltrate.

Only after he had done all this did he turn his gaze to the sky.

The blood moon hung in the night sky, disproportionately large, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

It is no longer a distant celestial body, but more like a giant, malevolent eyeball overlooking Silverscale Harbor.

A viscous, scarlet light flowed down, enveloping the entire port in an ominous crimson hue. Even the shadows cast on the floor inside the rooms were distorted into grotesque shapes.

The seawater surged, no longer a normal tide, but a morbid, frenzied spasm.

Klein stared at the eerie full moon. A strong sense of unease lingered in his mind.

Something's not right. Something's definitely not right.

The intrusion of the singing continued, and he forced himself to calm down, trying to sort out all the chaotic clues in his mind.

Songs, a blood moon, mad sailors, missing ships...

and also……

A name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

Bernhards.

The people sent to investigate the Silverscale Merchant Guild.

That loyal subordinate.

Klein decided to come to Silverscale Harbor after receiving news of Bernhards' disappearance.

And in that message, there was a crucial detail that seemed incredibly glaring at that moment.

Bernhards disappeared on the night of the full moon.

Klein's brain began to work at breakneck speed, his memories flashing back like a rewind.

He set off from his territory toward Silverscale Harbor.

He spent three days and three nights on the road. This was his second night in Silverscale Harbor.

In other words, a full five days have passed since the "full moon night" when Bernhards disappeared.

Five days...

According to the laws governing the movement of celestial bodies in any world, the moon in the sky should have long since gone from being full to being waning.

It should have been a gibbous moon, never the perfect, flawless, and perfectly round shape that looks like it's about to drip blood!

besides……

He clearly remembered that the moon he and Ophelia saw on the sea last night was also a nearly full moon.

Today, it is completely full.

It transformed into a sinister full moon soaked in blood.