Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　At this point, Eden looked up at Moros, his eyes sparkling with trust and encouragement.

　"I believe that both these innocent spectators and the Moths of Fire have the right to know the truth and the right to choose their own memories."

　Gazing into Eden's eyes, the necromancer read an unwavering resolve and determination within them.

　"Alright, since you've made up your mind, then I'll grant your wish."

　With that, Moros casually waved his hand, dispelling the level three dark magic that had enveloped the concert audience and the members of the Firemoth—[Mind Deception].

　As the spell was lifted, everyone seemed to awaken from a long dream, gradually regaining control of their bodies.

　Their eyes went from confused to clear, but then an indescribable emotion spread through the crowd.

　It was an instinctive fear of the unknown, especially when they realized that not long ago, their thoughts and actions had been controlled by a powerful being.

　So, they all focused their attention on the necromancer on the stage, their eyes filled with both shock and fear.

　Moros showed no surprise at this reaction.

　His face was calm and composed, as if he had expected all of this.

　This is not surprising.

　Faced with a force that can easily sway people's minds, who can remain absolutely calm and fearless?

　However, amidst this tense and complex atmosphere, a warm feeling involuntarily welled up in everyone's hearts when their gaze occasionally swept over Eden.

　That was a deep sense of gratitude towards Eden.

　Indeed, a dark magic called "Mind Deception" had taken root in their minds, ruthlessly stripping them of their autonomy.

　Even so, these viewers and members of the Firemoth could still vaguely recall fragments of their memories of being manipulated.

　For Eden, the singer who bravely pleaded with the necromancer at the crucial moment, their hearts were filled with unspeakable gratitude and respect.

　In the depths of despair, it was she who won them freedom.

　This kindness, as brilliant as the stars, will forever be etched in their hearts.

　However, intimidated by Moros's power, they dared not utter a single word.

　People always learn to cherish things only after they lose them.

　The people who had finally regained their freedom were afraid that any careless word would once again anger the powerful magician and plunge them back into that terrifying, uncontrollable situation.

　“Eden, look, they have all regained their freedom.”

　Moros's voice rang out at just the right moment.

　He ignored the fearful gazes around him and reached out his hand to Eden.

　"Thank you, Moros."

　An unnamed light flickered in Eden's eyes.

　She slowly extended her hand, clad in an exquisite silk glove, and gently placed it on Morros's palm.

　Feeling the warmth from his palm, a hint of surprise flashed in the necromancer's eyes.

　He gazed intently into Eden's brilliant golden eyes and spoke.

　"Eden, will you stay with me forever?"

　"Ok!"

　The next day.

　As the first rays of dawn shyly pierced through the gap in the curtains and gently spilled into the room, Moros slowly opened his eyes.

　Listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing around him, the necromancer couldn't help but smile.

　The waves of memories gently lapped against the shores of his heart. Every moment he spent last night with Eden, the most brilliant singer of this era, was like a dazzling star, adorning the sky of his memory.

　That unparalleled beauty still gently ripples in his heart.

　At this moment, as he gazed at Eden's sleeping face, the purity and tranquility there, like a flower blooming in the morning light, made even the necromancer feel an unprecedented softness and warmth.

　He carefully reached out and gently touched Eden's delicate, snow-white, and flawless skin. The sensation from his fingertips filled him with tenderness and affection.

　"Good morning, my Eden."

　The necromancer's voice was soft and tender, filled with affection and doting.

　Then, he slowly leaned down and placed a kiss as light as a feather on Eden's forehead.

　"Hmm~"

　Seemingly touched by this gentle movement, Eden murmured.

　Then, she turned her head to the side, her golden eyes gradually focusing in the morning light, the confusion slowly dissipating.

　When Eden saw the familiar and warm face of the person beside her, a gentle smile bloomed on her lips.

　"Good morning, Moros."

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　The sound was crisp and melodious, like heavenly music, adding a touch of sweetness and warmth to the early morning.

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Chapter 529 Accountability

　For those audience members who were fortunate or unfortunate enough to attend the Eden Kuala Lumpur concert, as well as the Moth members responsible for security, Moros did not pay them any further attention after releasing them from the shackles of the dark magic [Mind Control].

　In his view, the fact that he could restrain himself from turning these innocent people into resources for advancing on the path of magic out of respect for Eden was the greatest tolerance and compassion he could show.

　As a legitimate necromancer of the Necropolis faction, his actions truly exemplified benevolence and righteousness.

　So, what reason do Alicia and Eden have to make any further demands on him?

　Therefore, after breaking free of the magical control over everyone, Moros chose to return to Canberra with Eden's hand, enjoying a peaceful and beautiful time just for the two of them, as if the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

　However, the moths that organized this world tour were not so carefree.

　The effort and dedication they poured into each performance stemmed from their deep concern for the wounded hearts of those affected by the disaster.

　The Moth of Fire hopes to bring warmth, comfort, and peace of mind to souls wandering in chaos through the bridge of music.

　But fate always seems to cast a shadow when people are full of hope.

　The performance in Kuala Lumpur, which should have been a dazzling stage for healing wounds and conveying hope, was overshadowed by a sudden assassination attempt and the magic of a necromancer.

　That vision of beauty and hope, like bubbles in the morning dew, bursts at the slightest touch, leaving only heartbreak and sorrow.

　The challenges facing the moth that chases the flame are far from over.

　In addition to external questions and concerns about the unexpected incident at the performance, they also had to delve into and confront the root cause of the problem—serious negligence in security work.

　Now, the Firemoth must provide a clear and reasonable explanation to Moros, the powerful and ruthless necromancer.

　They need to explain why meticulously planned security measures failed to effectively protect Eden, ultimately forcing them to rely on the precious magical artifacts given to them by Moros to safeguard her from harm.

　In fact, the impact of this crisis is extremely wide-ranging, and is not limited to the Moth of Fire organization alone.

　From the top echelons of the necromancer's bureaucracy—the two high-ranking vampires, Keane and Margaret—to all levels of government in Kuala Lumpur, everyone needs to explain Eden's attack to Moros.

　The necromancer, well aware of the ways of the world, knew all too well how difficult it was to prevent attacks from lone wolves like Philip, who were elusive and ruthless.

　However, this realization did not lessen his pursuit of accountability for all those involved.

　In his view, no matter how great the difficulties and challenges, any negligence or slackness in any link is intolerable and must be strictly accountable.

　This is still because Eden has not suffered any substantial harm.

　If Eden is truly injured, then a simple explanation won't suffice.

　If that day ever comes, Moros's wrath will transform into an endless calamity of the undead, sweeping across the entire planet.

　At that time, regardless of whether it was intentional or an objective mistake, all individuals and groups exposed in the relevant turmoil will be subject to severe punishment, at the very least death.

　Canberra, Australia.

　As the undisputed political hub of the necromancer's territory, the city showed no signs of decline under the rule of this terrifying spellcaster. Instead, it rose from the ashes like a phoenix, displaying unprecedented vitality and prosperity.

　Every morning at the break of dawn, a steady stream of vehicles shuttles through the city, carrying elites from all walks of life and abundant supplies, injecting the city with vitality and hope like blood.

　However, today, this once bustling and prosperous city is unusually shrouded in a thick layer of smog.

　Even the air was thick with a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

　The faces of the powerful and wealthy who lived here, which were usually arrogant and conceited or composed, were now covered with a deep worry, and their anxiety and unease were hard to hide.

　They all knew in their hearts that this gloom was not unfounded, but rather stemmed from a sudden crisis.

　The attacks in Kuala Lumpur were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

　Although these nobles, who were loyal to the necromancers, had a vague premonition of an impending storm when they learned of the attack on Eden.

　But when Moros's utterly emotionless, accountable communication pierced the void and coldly descended upon this place...

　Even as they flew over the city, they couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

　Faced with the necromancer's questioning, the powerful and wealthy, who knew all too well the terror of the existence they were loyal to, dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest.

　The necromancer is no ordinary ruler; if he cannot get the answers he wants, a bloody purge will be inevitable.

　In order to prevent such a terrifying future from becoming a reality, the bureaucrats, led by Keane and Margaret, gathered at the historic Capitol Building as quickly as possible.

　This building, which has witnessed countless political upheavals, has once again become the central venue for them to discuss countermeasures and deal with crises.

　Inside the hall, an indescribable tension and oppression permeated the air.

　The powerful and wealthy looked tense, their eyes flashing with an unprecedented solemnity and determination.

　They have all come to realize that every word they utter and every decision they make at this moment will directly affect the rise and fall of themselves and their entire family.

　After surveying the venue and confirming that everyone who was supposed to be there had entered, Keane slowly began to speak.

　"Very good, it seems that everyone has fully realized the seriousness of this incident."

　"We must give an explanation to His Majesty."

　Margaret's voice rang out at just the right moment.

　They certainly weren't just idly displaying their authority.

　At such a critical juncture, Keane and Margaret, knowing the urgency of the situation, had no time for any form of political posturing.

　The two are now working to set the tone for this high-level meeting to ensure that the discussions that follow are efficient and pragmatic.

　Seeing that no fool would dare to cause trouble at this time, Keane and Margaret exchanged a glance and began to work on the next steps of the meeting.

　"First, regarding the negligence in security work in Kuala Lumpur..."

　Keane's voice was deep and powerful.

　His gaze was sharp as he scanned everyone present.

　"We must acknowledge that this was a serious dereliction of duty. Regardless of what Moth Chaser assured us initially, the security lapses have now led to irreparable consequences. We need to fundamentally reflect on this and ensure that such incidents do not happen again."

　Margaret nodded, her voice standing out clearly in the oppressive hall.

　"As Keane said, all those responsible need to be held accountable."

　After pausing for a moment and scanning the entire room, the high-ranking vampire continued.

　“Especially the officials in charge of local underground affairs, they need to bear the greatest responsibility.”

Chapter 530 Execution

　As the emergency meeting proceeded, the bureaucratic group centered around Keane and Margaret quickly reached a consensus.

　The primary responsibility for this accident lies with the moths that chased the flame!

　Of course, they did not try to shirk their responsibilities.

　These bureaucrats were well aware of the necromancer's authority and ruthlessness.

　They knew in their hearts that simply shifting the main responsibility to the moths chasing the flame was neither a shortcut to shirking their own responsibilities, nor a panacea to quell the crisis.

　Therefore, they need a scapegoat.

　If that's not enough, a whole group will do.

　“I suggest!”