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Chapter 1013 -358: The Birth of the Winter Celestial

This is the third day since Miss Aleister left Leipzig.

Count Leipzig couldn’t help but ponder, would Miss Aleister… or rather, Lady Bayard really come back?

Her departure was so quiet, and it coincidentally occurred right before Peng Bonazzi’s arrival in Leipzig. Even Prince Xiyaldo was unaware of her leaving for a while… Was this really an escape?

He always had the feeling that Lady Bayard wanted to avoid Peng Bonazzi, and that’s why she hurriedly left as Peng Bonazzi was about to arrive.

…Thinking about it, could there be some connection between her and Peng Bonazzi? That might explain Peng Bonazzi’s insistence on meeting her, despite insisting on being polite to her…

Sighing as he sipped red wine and watched an opera performance in the White Dove Opera House, Count Leipzig felt his brain was burning out.

Although Peng Bonazzi had mentioned, if he couldn’t find Lady Bayard, he shouldn’t return… But if he doesn’t return for several days without a word, Peng Bonazzi might go mad.

That was exactly why, the morning before last, he couldn’t help but to return once to report to Peng Bonazzi that Miss Aleister had already left Leipzig.

——For some reason, upon hearing that Lady Bayard had gone to Avalon, Peng Bonazzi’s mood suddenly declined.

He kicked Count Leipzig out with a few swift kicks and reiterated his demand — if he couldn’t find Lady Bayard, don’t come back. Even though he already knew Lady Bayard was definitely not in Leipzig.

But at that moment, Count Leipzig actually let out a sigh of relief.

Because he could sense that Peng Bonazzi was determined to see Lady Bayard this time. It didn’t matter if some time was wasted here… after all, this was Leipzig, and it’s not like he had nowhere to go without his home.

So Count Leipzig thus went to the White Dove Opera House at ease, and let himself enjoy two days without worries.

After all, everything would get better once Lady Bayard returns.

But today, he suddenly realized something.

——Could it be possible that the Red Chancellor intended for him to go to Avalon to find Lady Bayard?

As Peng Bonazzi’s closest “son and daughter”, Count Leipzig always looked down on those young Sons of the Moon who were so nervous in Peng Bonazzi’s presence that they broke out in sweat.

He would just smirk at them, discontented by their impatience — not to mention, Peng Bonazzi was famously mild-mannered among the Sons of the Moon.

Everyone knew Peng Bonazzi worshipped the Banquet Master and did everything for the sake of enjoyment. As long as you stroked him the right way, he was much easier to serve than those nobles who wouldn’t speak a human language…

…Much more amiable than Valentine VI.

When Count Leipzig wasn’t yet an Earl, or a Crown Prince, and had no significant accomplishments, he was favored by Her Majesty the Queen, and his ability to charm was almost considered a Talent. After Valentine VI passed away, he cultivated this innate Talent and applied it on Peng Bonazzi, feeling like a fish in water.

——At least the Peng Bonazzi back then was famously truthful.

When Peng Bonazzi was happy, it was visibly apparent, and when he was angry, you could easily tell he was already upset.

Although his mood could change rapidly at times, at least he wasn’t like Valentine VI, who would chat with smiley clowns who exaggeratedly flattered him… while looking seemingly pleased, halfway through, he would calmly order their execution.

Even until that person was executed, Count Leipzig did not understand what he had said wrong, or where he had misspoken.

Among the two masters that Count Leipzig had served, Valentine VI and Peng Bonazzi had contrasting personalities.

Merely from facial expressions and tone of voice, you would never guess what the Queen was thinking. She also disliked others speculating about her thoughts.

The Old Queen would sometimes sit in a dark room, sit in front of a piano, silently pondering, and it would take a long while before she slowly pressed a key. She didn’t like others speaking while she thought, breaking her train of thought; yet sometimes she would suddenly ask a nonsensical question, and he had to immediately provide an instinctive answer.

At that time, “Feyn,” who wasn’t even a noble yet, felt as if his heart had been seized. His back was drenched in sweat, but he could only sit upright without moving, not even daring to drink a drop of water.

And now… Count Leipzig has also gradually begun to feel this pressure coming from Peng Bonazzi.

…Could it be that everyone feels like this as they grow older?

Count Leipzig grumbled inwardly.

It might have been an illusion, as Peng Bonazzi still looked younger than him, and as a Son of the Moon, he didn’t have a “lifespan” as humans understand it. Furthermore, Peng Bonazzi was still dedicated to his indulgences every day, full of vitality…

Yet, Count Leipzig could faintly sense a kind of “old man’s stench” coming from Peng Bonazzi.

Is it an illusion?

Or is it that…

“What a hassle…”

Count Leipzig sighed, actively wiping away his dangerous thoughts: “Getting more and more difficult to serve, starting to become unreasonable…”

—He couldn’t possibly be thinking about going to Avalon, could he?

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In the territory of those Knights, whether he could return or not was another matter entirely…

If he had the chance to meet Lady Bayard now, he truly wished to give her a proper bow.

Madam, I beg of you, please don’t wander off…

At that moment, the door behind him was knocked from the outside. And Count Leipzig was too lazy to get up.

He lay on the recliner watching the opera performance, with young girls snuggled up to him. Someone was massaging his head from behind, while another person bowed down in front of him, tending to him.

“Aesir.”

He called out the name of his bodyguard.

A man wrapped in a white hooded cloak with his arms crossed, quietly leaning against the wall, revealed himself from invisibility, silently walked over to open the door.

After a quiet exchange with someone outside, he closed the door and walked back.

“My lord.”

His voice, thick with the Parthia accent, sounded: “Miss Aleister has returned.”

“Oh?”

Count Leipzig suddenly perked up, turning over, eager to get up: “Where is she? Take me to her!”

“After she returned, she went straight to the Spirit Summoning Tower. She was riding a spectral horse and moved very quickly. Our people didn’t stop her.”

The man in the white robe said softly.

“…Ah.”

Count Leipzig lay back down.

The Spirit Summoning Tower… What a pain.

Unless necessary, he really did not want to go there. As a Son of the Moon, he had an almost instinctive aversion and resistance to the Spirit Summoning Tower, and just entering its sphere of influence would make him feel intense discomfort—the Dusk Power had a very clear suppressive effect on the Path of Love, the two could be said to be incompatible as fire and water.

“…Forget it, might as well make the trip.”

After all, Lady Bayard is also a Son of the Moon… Since she’s willing to go to the Spirit Summoning Tower, perhaps I should make the trip as well.

However, just to be safe.

“… Inform Lord Red Chancellor. Tell him that Lady Bayard has returned and went straight to the Spirit Summoning Tower. And that I have already gone to find her…”

Count Leipzig prudently instructed the man clad in white robes he referred to as “Aesir”.

He instinctively sensed a hint of danger.

After all, Valentine VII himself was a Monarch with high Affinity for the Path of Dusk.

Now that the original Black Chancellor has awakened from his slumber. Yet faced with the death of the Monarch, there was no response from the Spirit Summoning Tower… Was that reasonable?

Rather than believing the Path of Dusk decided to stand still as a mountain, Count Leipzig was more inclined to assume… that all of this was merely the calm before the storm.

Every anomaly could be a part of the conspiracy, and Lady Bayard’s foray into the Spirit Summoning Tower might just be a link in that chain!

In any case, secure a person first; if something happens to me, at least Peng Bonazzi can still save me!

Meanwhile, Miss Aleister had already arrived at the Spirit Summoning Tower and once again encountered Matthias the Lich, Matthias Grunewald.

Upon hearing of Miss Aleister’s return, the current Black Chancellor and deputy headmaster of the Spirit Summoning Tower, Adolf, rushed over as well.

But when he reached the top floor and saw Matthias, the place was already empty.

“… Where is Miss Aleister?”

Adolf was somewhat puzzled: “I heard she had returned?”

Matthias’s hollow yet gentle voice rang out: “She has left using the skills of traversing the Spiritual World. Aleister sensed that someone was tracking her.”

“… So she shook off the pursuer in the Spirit Summoning Tower?”

Adolf rubbed his forehead.

He was not the least bit scared. With Matthias the Lich here, the Spirit Summoning Tower was never afraid of trouble.

It’s just that it felt a bit troublesome… As a Transcendent of the Path of Dusk, there is none who does not dread trouble.

“However, mentor.”

Adolf looked at the skeleton cloaked in a ragged black robe floating in mid-air, asking with some anticipation: “Could it be that Miss Aleister…”

“She indeed brought back a Sixth Power Level Undead. That is the Wild Hunt King… Helge of Avalon.”

Matthias’s hollow voice echoed: “I underestimated her. To think she could actually achieve such a feat…”

“I haven’t seen it yet!”

Adolf spoke with some dissatisfaction: “Why didn’t you call me, mentor?”

“She will come back.”

Matthias turned his head back, and within his skull’s eye sockets, two dim yellow flames gently burned: “And you have more important things to do.

“Go tell the students…”

The Lich’s words trailed off.

Adolf’s eyes suddenly widened.

Because at that moment, an invisible cold fluctuation suddenly swept across his body—the sky turned overcast in the blink of an eye.

Although it was the end of March at noon, snowflakes suddenly began to float down from the sky.

It was not a blizzard… but a silent snowfall.

The world was instantly covered by these omnipresent pure white snowflakes.

That silence is not just a description—within the curtain of snow, it seemed as though no sound could penetrate. People who were originally walking on the streets were instantly thrown into chaos, yet they could not hear the distant noises, and visibility was reduced to within three meters.

In an instant, the whole world was covered by the snowstorm, becoming an unseen winter.

“This is bad…”

The young Valentin VIII stood before the window, watching the world being covered by the snow, his lips turning pale with fear: “Has the Black Chancellor… come to kill me?”

He felt it, that power of Dusk echoing between heaven and earth.

“Trouble, Your Majesty!”

Just then, someone rushed over shouting: “The remains of Your Majesty in the bedroom… The bones of the former king are gone!”

Valentin VIII’s eyes went dark, and he stumbled back into the bedroom.

It was the remains placed by Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi, his own biological father’s skeleton—Lucien also wanted to bury it, but he dared not provoke Peng Bonazzi, hence did not make a move.

Even though Peng Bonazzi had already left Lionheart City for Leipzig… Lucien could only leave the gruesome skeleton, wrapped in human skin, in his own bedroom.

But now, only half of the human skin remained in the room.

The rest of the bones had vanished without a trace.

—Valentin VIII was suddenly overwhelmed by intense fear.

It was like being clearly aware that someone had entered his home, yet he could not find where the other was.

He realized that his father, who hadn’t been properly buried for a long time, had been turned into an Undead by the snowstorm.

… Could it be a resentful spirit?

Will he come for vengeance?

Meanwhile, in a garden outside the Royal Palace.

A skeleton encased in ice was peeling off the remaining human skin from his body while lifting his head to gaze at the snowflakes descending from the sky.

He raised his hands as if silently embracing the snowfall. It was like a prisoner breaking out of jail and being reborn anew.

Inside the Spirit Summoning Tower, the voice of the Black Chancellor calmly rose:

“Go tell the students… from now on, the Spirit Summoning Tower has the protection of the Celestial Marshal.

“Go revise the textbooks. From now on, the concept of Undead is no longer associated with the soil of ‘Underworld’ and ‘Burial’, but is represented by the ice of ‘Silence’ and ‘End’.

“—We welcome the Winter Celestial. The Celestial Marshal of Silent Death, the Celestial Marshal of Newborne Soil.”