My magic panel is too numerical.

Slaughter, parades, arson, purges, gallows...

That day, Moon Shadow City was engulfed in flames.

The sound of a violin concerto filled Pharos's ears.

After playing her last piece, the girl pushed him into the cold lake.

There is no sun or moon in the sky because they are sunk to the bottom of the lake.

Pharos watched the lake quietly, like an observer.

A moment later, this question popped into my mind:

Whose vision is this?

Pharos knew very well that he was living in a dream. In just the twenty-odd days since he traveled through time, he had dreamt of it at least three times.

As time went by, Pharos gradually lost track of the girl's appearance, name, voice, the music she played, age, height, measurements, and identity.

But this time, Pharos was deep in the dream, and he finally saw a faint feature of the girl... she had a head of snow-white hair.

To be precise, everyone in the girl's family has pure white hair.

…………

A faint fragrance of lilies filled the air, along with a faint smell of disinfectant.

My thighs, lower abdomen, and arms were still aching, and my chest felt like it was being pressed down by something heavy.

I'm a little out of breath.

Ugh... my head hurts so much... I feel like I had a really long dream...

Pharos slightly opened his eyes.

It was midday, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling. The surrounding walls were pure white, and the pure white bedding was painted with the pattern of "Sun and Moon Shining Together".

The room was a single room with a fireplace, carpet, and a medical IV drip.

A layer of white mist also permeated the air, sometimes thin, sometimes thick.

This is clearly a hospital.

People die frequently in hospitals, so the fog here often changes.

"It's so heavy..."

He tried to move, trying to remove the object from his chest.

He was found to be completely wrapped in bandages, with a tube inserted into his arm artery, receiving a clear liquid.

It looks like he's badly injured. I wonder how Miss Serena is doing... Pharos twisted his body and was shocked to find a large black ball in his chest.

"Miss Raven...you've gained weight again?" Pharos couldn't help but make a comment.

As if struck by lightning, the large black sphere, shimmering with iridescent light, suddenly trembled.

Miss Crow immediately poked out her tearful head, her watery, dreamy eyes sparkling, and exclaimed with delight:

"Pharos...Pharos! You're awake! You...you can see me again?"

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Raven." Pharos gave a healthy smile.

It was as if everything that had happened was just a false alarm.

"Me too!"

Miss Raven hugged him tightly and nuzzled his face affectionately.

In the sunlight, her black feathers shimmered with iridescent colors.

She held Pharos in her arms as if it were her lost body that she had regained.

"Where am I?" Pharos looked around and found that it was quiet and there was no one around.

"The hospital in Castia was brought to you by Serena. She specifically instructed the doctors to use the best treatment and even hired a priest at a high price to treat your spirit. And now you're famous, Pharos!" Miss Raven said.

"You rarely speak up for Serena," Pharos said, startled. "What happened after I fell unconscious?"

Miss Crow patiently explained:

"About five minutes after you lost consciousness, the priests found this place. It seems that Serena sent her female assistant to call the police before she arrived, and went into the Mirror World alone to provide support."

Sigh, I knew it… Pharos sighed silently.

That young lady often doesn't understand her own position; it was the same with the White Giant, and it's the same with Vanessa this time.

Those who don't know her might think she's the "proxy" (a person who takes over the role of proxy).

On the contrary, the real "agent" never appeared on the front line again after being humiliated once.

That's why Miss Raven's opinion of Serena changed.

Pharos recalled his conversation with Bishop Byron that day: "Christina's soul has been damaged beyond repair."

Could it be that Miss Chris is truly no longer able to act as an agent? What is she thinking?

These siblings are really strange; one was born with a spiritual disability, and the other destroyed her own soul.

Pharos clicked his tongue twice, expressing deep regret, and continued, "And then?"

"Miss Vena examined your injuries and found that your soul was on the verge of collapse, and your physical condition was also very poor. In order to repair your soul, Miss Serena suggested that you come to Castia City for treatment, where the conditions are better."

"Wait! How long have I been unconscious?"

"In less than two days."

"What! Two days?" Faros exclaimed in shock. "Then, how did the talks between the five major gangs go?!"

This is the most important thing for Pharos recently; he is the perfect middleman.

As someone trusted by both sides, Pharos needs to build a bridge of negotiation between the Church and the Mafia to help Dawntown overcome this crisis and find the White Giant hidden in Dawntown.

"Relax, Faros, you didn't miss the gathering of the five major gang leaders," Miss Raven comforted her.

Pharos was slightly taken aback, and exclaimed in surprise:

"What do you mean? They're supposed to have a meeting on Monday, right? Does that mean they stopped because of me?"

"You're overthinking it!" Miss Raven rolled her eyes at him. "Because something more important has happened in Dawntown... The newspapers say the situation is getting out of control, so even Castile has intervened, and the five major mafias have postponed their gathering to avoid suspicion."

Pharos didn't quite understand.

What do you mean by "more important"? Is there anything more important than finding the White Giant?

He pressed, "What is it, Miss Raven?"

"Ahem..." Miss Raven coughed twice, "After you fell into a coma, news of Miss Vanessa's incident leaked out, causing panic among the people of the East District. Coupled with their existing dissatisfaction with the recent increase in working hours, the people of the East District... launched a massive march and protest, and public opinion in Castile exploded."

"A march! And the reason?" Pharos unconsciously raised his voice, shocked.

"They condemned the church for concealing the truth from the masses, for its inaction regarding rising working hours, and for ignoring the damage caused in the East End... This angered everyone in the East End."

The people in the East District already make up more than half of the population of Dawntown, and since the people in other districts may not be satisfied with the church's approach, a riot after the news leaked out was inevitable.

This was the eruption of long-simmering resentment.

This is the gray rhino event; the problem is there, and if it is not properly addressed, it will happen sooner or later.

Black swan events like Vanessa and the White Giant only accelerated this process.

But given that this outbreak occurred at such a crucial juncture, it's hard to say whether it benefits the people of the East District or the White Giants.

"How did the church handle this matter?" Pharos asked.

"Yesterday, Dawntown chose to keep a low profile due to a severe shortage of manpower, but today it has escalated. They have surrounded the North District, so they have requested Castile to transfer the armored legion to Dawntown."

Upon hearing this, Pharos's heart sank.

Clearly, the church's answer was "violent solution".

The most foolish, most helpless, and most incompetent solution.

"Suppression?" Pharos repeated incredulously, longing for a denial from Miss Raven.

"You're absolutely right, Pharos. Bishop Byron's solution is to use force to suppress them, but the church is still debating when exactly to take action."

"Fuck! Who gave the order?" Pharos exclaimed, forcing himself to sit up.

It pulled my waist and caused a sharp pain.

"Ah! Be careful, Pharos! Your injuries haven't healed yet!" Miss Raven said anxiously, "It's... an order from the Church of Castile..."

Castile is within the Church's sphere of influence, so the Church naturally has the right to issue orders to suppress it.

Just then, Pharos stiffened, as if he had thought of something.

That was something he had almost forgotten.

Those were the words Detective Simon once said to him:

"A major event will occur in Dawntown and even Castile in as little as seven days... or at the latest a month. At that time, I need your help."

"I would like to ask you to take Christina away from Dawn Town."