Chapter 133 Writing the Ending I Desire for This Unfinished Fairytale (Two-in-One)
When Rast’s consciousness awakened again, what came into view was the pure black ceiling of the Tower of Secrets.
And dominating much of the field of vision was a furry white bottom.
“It’s time to wake up!”
“The surgery was very successful; now you are a…”
Mr. Silver brought his small head closer and peeked at the fully awakened Rast.
However, immediately afterward, he felt himself being grabbed by the scruff of the neck with a large hand.
Then, Mr. Silver’s body was lifted into the air.
“I say, TingTing.”
“Are today’s students so disrespectful, defying authority?”
Mr. Silver struggled in midair, trying to break free from the grip of the magic claw.
However, on the other side.
Rast’s movements were as unyielding as steel.
He lifted the fluffy little ferret into the air, his gaze calm and steady.
“In the Night World, especially when interacting with that Queen of the Underworld, my instincts… led me to faintly sense a feeling of being watched.”
“This should be the trick that you, Mr. Silver, have cooked up, right?”
Although it was phrased as a question.
Rast’s tone sounded less like a query and more like an assertion filled with certainty.
“Hahahaha, you must be joking, classmate Rast.”
Mr. Silver let out a few forced laughs, and the struggling movements became weaker.
He playfully blinked his ruby-like beast eyes, and his fluffy tail affectionately wrapped around Rast: “Our Starry University has always respected students’ privacy, so how could we possibly engage in such voyeurism?”
“This must be a misunderstanding.”
While trying to charm Rast, Mr. Silver’s heart was actually cursing at a certain direct-sister-in-law who had left him to deal with Rast, that great demon king.
Normally, when facing those powerful nobles in the imperial capital, he never showed such cowardice, acting so overly profound at a young age.
But as soon as he discovered that his brother-in-law was about to appear, he panicked and ran away?
Is it really all show on the outside when it comes to internal strife?
Leaving me to face the torture from this great demon king, little Tina’s sister really does think highly of me…
Could it be that I’m just a ferret?
Weak, pitiful, helpless, but very gluttonous.
Thinking this, Mr. Silver looked at Rast with a hint of tears in his eyes.
You must believe me, what malignant intentions could a little ferret have?
However, on the other side, Rast evidently was not so easily deceived by Mr. Silver.
“That feeling of being watched from the outside persisted for a long time… Yet neither Leader Cecil nor that Gravekeeper Legend Noah seemed to be aware of it.”
“There is no reason why they, the true legends, would be oblivious to something I could perceive.”
“The only explanation is that this is a measure taken by the Night World to prevent them from realizing ‘there are outsiders watching them,’ which would lead to a breakdown of the fundamental logic of the Night World.”
Rast gazed at the little cute ferret who was pretending to be innocent and attempting to act cute in a bid to escape, and slowly began to speak.
Much like when he first encountered Hiltina at Deep Blue Harbor, where Hiltina had explained the rules of the Night World to him—
Regarding the information about the Night World and the Echoes of the Era, it can only be transmitted among Night Travelers, and if any information is leaked to the historical projection figures in the Night World…
Then not only will the Night Traveler who leaked the information be punished by the rules of the Night World, but the leaked information will also be automatically muted and blocked from being received by the projection figures.
This forms the fundamental logic of the Night World and is the only reason why the Legend Noah and Leader Cecil did not discover the projection crystal.
The vast majority of the hidden methods in the present world clearly cannot escape the notice of these two true legends… The only ones capable of interfering with legendary strongmen are the rules of the Night World themselves.
“So, the matter concerning Akshia must also be the doing of you, Mr. Silver?”
“You used some special Extraordinary Item, allowing Akshia to bypass the rule of ‘Echoes of the Era cannot form a team’ and enter the same historical echo as me.”
“Furthermore, you provided her with some item capable of transmitting data across the world walls between the Night World and the present world, enabling real-time video transmission, or in simpler terms, a portable camera.”
Rast’s tone became a bit calmer.
“However, what you didn’t anticipate was that in the historical echo Akshia entered, the rules of the Night World caused some complications.”
“Under the influence of these rules, Akshia temporarily forgot her identity as a Night Traveler and considered herself the Queen of the Netherworld within the Night World.”
“Nonetheless, that projection item remained intact, allowing you to watch Akshia’s entire live broadcast in the present world.”
“This naturally includes the time I spent with Akshia…”
He gently stroked Mr. Silver’s white fur, his movements tender yet causing the little ferret to feel a slight chill: “Am I right, Mr. Silver?”
“Wait.”
“Let me plead my case… No, allow me to explain…”
Feeling the gentle caress on his back.
Watching the pair of pitch-black eyes before him, which seemed to absorb all light… Mr. Silver, now caught by the scruff of his neck, found himself stuttering slightly when trying to speak.
Although later, the projection crystal was destroyed by that white-bearded old man of the Sun Sequence, both Ophelia and Mr. Silver did not witness the subsequent broadcast, so were naturally unaware of what Rast experienced afterward.
But relying on the intuition brought by the lengthy Moon Sequence, Mr. Silver had an inkling…
The Rast before him seemed somewhat different compared to when he initially entered the Echoes of the Era.
Though he appeared the same, still wearing the personality mask that was most fitting and appropriate.
At this moment, Rast clearly exuded a deeper sense of humanity.
If it were the previous Rast, he probably wouldn’t have tangled with Mr. Silver over these matters but would straightforwardly demand benefits or compensation.
But at this moment, it seemed he was using this method to vent his dissatisfaction over being schemed against.
Yet just as such thoughts arose in Mr. Silver’s mind.
In the next moment, he heard Rast’s calm voice echoing again in his ears: “Moreover, that’s not all.”
“Whether it’s the technology that allows Akshia and me to enter the same Night World, or the world walls that enable data transmission across the Night World and the present world, and the live broadcast tools that relay historical echo images…”
“These were unprecedented technological inventions that the Ruins Institute had never conceived, capable of rewriting the Night Traveler’s cognition and strategies within the Night World, revolutionary products for their time.”
“Inventions of this magnitude… Given your homebody and lazy nature, Mr. Silver, even if you had a thousand years, you could never invent them.”
“Barba Rosa is also a pure brute; though he holds the title of a professor at the academy, he has no connection to inventions or creations whatsoever.”
“So—”
Rast’s gaze slowly shifted, surveying the vast and quiet Tower of Secrets: “There must be another figure involved in this.”
“Someone who assisted, no, who orchestrated the entire process from the shadows.”
His gaze finally fell back on the little ferret: “So, Mr. Silver.”
“Can you tell me… who exactly is the mastermind behind all of this?”
Mr. Silver: …
Clearly, in order to preserve the artifacts for long-term storage, the Tower of Secrets was outfitted with temperature-controlled facilities, keeping it warm year-round, but Mr. Silver felt cold sweat and icy hands and feet in this sweltering weather.
He was truly sweating profusely now.
Although Mr. Silver had prepared to face the pressure the moment Ophelia slipped away, he never expected that the oppressive feeling from Rast would be far more overwhelming than he imagined.
Did you also practice how to be a detective at Deep Blue Harbor?
On one hand, there was the relentless pressure from the demon king Rast, and on the other, the threat from that little devil Ophelia, as she left…
Mr. Silver thought back and forth, feeling that Rast was somewhat easier to deal with.
After all, he was still nominally a student of Starry University, how could he actually defy the authority of the head of the Magical Creatures Research Institute?
However, just as Mr. Silver made up his mind to resist to the end, determined not to yield.
He saw Rast glance at him again calmly.
“I’ve said enough; you still refuse to admit it, Mr. Silver.”
“That being the case, that person who is secretly orchestrating everything must be someone closely related to you… someone you are perhaps a bit afraid of.”
“Only in that way could that person keep you silent…”
“So—”
Rast’s words paused for a moment.
“It’s Princess Ophelia, isn’t it?”
“I once heard Hiltina mention her and sensed that you seem very afraid of her.”
“Additionally, based on the information I’ve gathered, the second princess of the Granwill Empire, Ophelia… She also seems to be an exceptionally skilled mechanic.”
“If she is the half-sister of that Hiltina, then she certainly has the motive to gather my information while avoiding direct contact with me.”
Mr. Silver: …
He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself once more, but ultimately found himself unable to say anything.
Mr. Silver realized that this was Ophelia competing against Rast in the shadows, while he was the ferret stuck in the middle, suffering the consequences—
At this rate, he would soon be flattened into a ferret pancake.
“Stop talking, I will…”
“I will confess…”
Mr. Silver weakly shook his fluffy white tail and proceeded directly to France.
Isn’t it just getting trampled by that demon Ophelia again? I admit defeat.
…
“In any case, that’s about the gist of it.”
“If you still don’t believe me, Barba Rosa, that brute, can vouch for me.”
After saying his final words, Mr. Silver directly lay down on Rast’s head.
In the end, he chose to give up and confessed everything.
To be honest, the feeling of not having to resist at all and just giving in was quite enjoyable.
As long as I admit my weakness, I am invincible.
And as Mr. Silver recounted his tale, a thoughtful look flashed within Rast’s eyes.
While he had guessed it earlier, the identities of Queen Helen and Akshia were fully confirmed by Mr. Silver.
“By the way, you are quite ruthless… You clearly already guessed the connection between that Queen of the Underworld and Little Xiya, yet you still made her feel utterly chilled.”
“Rast, do you have no genes that cherish the fragrant and precious?”
Mr. Silver lay atop Rast, eyeing him suspiciously: “You’re not starting to lose interest in women after spending so long as a gigolo at Deep Blue Harbor, are you?”
“That was the only choice I had under those circumstances.”
Rast shook his head: “That d*ath God’s Chalice within Akshia is just too conspicuous, whether it’s the Guardians of the Shore or the Gravekeeper, they all regarded it as a prize at that time.”
“If I didn’t detach that d*ath God’s Chalice from her heart and escape the storm vortex, Akshia’s situation would be far more dangerous than it is now.”
“You’re not wrong for saying that.” Mr. Silver nodded.
He had watched the live broadcast the entire time and naturally understood what conflicts and conspiracies surrounded the Queen of the Netherworld and the two Legends that later appeared; he knew what their source was.
An innocent person can suffer for possessing treasure.
With Akshia’s suppressed memories at the time, there was no way to escape the covetous gaze of those two legends, and she likely faced a grim fate of d*ath…
Life is an irrevocable thing, and d*ath in the Night World also represents the end of a Night Traveler in the present world.
In such circumstances, Rast’s actions were undoubtedly the optimal solution.
“So, what is the situation with Little Xiya now?”
“She didn’t follow you out of the Night World?”
Mr. Silver looked at the Era Tombstone, which had fallen silent again after Rast’s departure and showed no signs of the second Night Traveler about to escape.
Mr. Silver knew, of course, that Rast’s backstab, while shocking, was insufficient to k*ll a d*ath Sequence Extraordinary being with a “pale body.”
He had expected that upon completing the task in the Night World, and with the conclusion of the Echoes of the Era, Akshia would smoothly escape.
However, it seemed that Akshia was still trapped within the Night World.
“That’s because… the Echo of that final Night World hasn’t ended yet.”
Rast replied: “My current situation is more like a save point during gameplay.”
“When I re-enter, that Echo of the Era will continue to progress.”
He briefly explained to Mr. Silver the information he had gathered and his experiences within this Echo of the Era.
Of course, Rast concealed most of the information related to the Guardian of the Shore Organization and Canaan.
“Historical event—’Civilization Epic.'”
“Does the Echo of the Era actually have such a setting?”
Listening to Rast’s account, Mr. Silver couldn’t help but widen his beastly eyes in surprise.
He looked at Rast before him: “So what do you plan to do next?”
Although he wanted to inform him about the changes regarding Ingrid in the present world, Mr. Silver also knew that Rast was not in the mood to concern himself with that.
As for Akshia, who was currently sleeping within the Abyss… Only when this Echo of the Era was cleared could she escape the Night World and return to the present world.
“What I plan to do next?”
Rast fixed his gaze on the dark Era Tombstone in the center of the hall: “Of course, to formulate the most comprehensive strategy, prepare the strongest equipment, collect the most counteractive items… to be fully ready.”
“And then, to write this unfinished fairytale…”
“With the ending I desire.”
(End of Chapter)
