Angelina didn't speak, focusing intently on Xu Xiaoyou's eyes.
After a long ti, she chuckled softly and said, "For a mont there, I almost thought you were possessed by so evil spirit."
Xu Xiaoyou made no comnt.
Angelina began slowly, "The Siren King is not one of those strange creatures you know of; on the island, no one but Chichu Hong can handle such a being."
"She is the embodint of the Siren Miracle, a projection of sothing within the 'Garden', perhaps a corner where she is revered as a deity, a specific object, who knows."
It was the first ti Xu Xiaoyou heard of the concept of the 'Garden'. She quickly deduced that the 'Garden' Angelina spoke of was the very sa thing commonly known as the 'Mysterious'.
Angelina said, "I have no ti to waste with you."
"Anya, please..." Xu Xiaoyou said softly.
"Begging won't help." Angelina glanced away nonchalantly.
"I'm begging you, Anya." Xu Xiaoyou blinked, moving closer to Angelina, gently leaning against her arm.
Angelina remained silent for a mont, then finally clicked her tongue:
"What's in it for ?"
"It could infinitely elevate Anya's place in my heart, if Anya absolutely has to have sothing in return." Xu Xiaoyou bit her lip, looking a bit embarrassed. "Then, I only have..."
"Alright, don't say it." Angelina sighed gently, as if lanting her fate. "I will act according to the situation, and if things go wrong, I promise I will leave you behind and escape first."
Having received a reply, Xu Xiaoyou's expression changed instantly. She calmly loaded the final rounds into her Rose Rifle, the Hundred-Section Whip dragging on the ground.
"Let's begin."
...
In the manor's attic study, a young man sat at the long table, the candlelight casting thin outlines of his figure. Lancelot wrote the final word of his letter with an inked feather pen, sighed in relief, and leaned back in his chair.
Various books and docunts were scattered across the table, filled with countless evidence he had gathered over the years regarding Belvedere. There were nurous murder incidents involving mbers of the Starry Gallery like Diesel, ranging from secretaries of the Ministry of Governnt Affairs, vice-chairn of the Life Daylight Education Committee, to directors of the Traffic Managent Bureau and Public Opinion Consultants.
He was well aware that Belvedere's influence lood over the starry sky of the Star of Art, and the Elder Council of the Starry Gallery had the power to re-elect the principal, yet Belvedere had long manipulated control over the entire Starry Gallery and Student Council from behind the scenes, with tentacles extending into various institutions within the Star of Art. Even with the end of the term, all they needed was to support a puppet into power until the next election ca.
It's unrealistic to convict Belvedere with these simple pieces of evidence. The association rarely directly intervenes in a city's administration, and this is not just a matter of the Star of Art but also involves the backing of Cosmic Heavy Industries.
Unless there was definitive evidence indicating that under the will of so leader, the urban monitoring data of strange events seriously deviated from expectations, with a risk of highly world-class strange creatures erging, would the association implent forceful asures for suppression.
He had long noted that the frequency of strange events in the Star of Art over the past half year greatly exceeded before, yet any official report from Life Daylight, Cosmic Heavy Industries, or the Eye Supervision Association showed no anomalies. Anyone could sense the oddity, but whenever he tried to bring this up with his teachers, he would be t with severe warnings, leaving him to investigate alone.
Lancelot held his head in his hand, smiling wearily.
The feeling of walking alone in the dark was unpleasant, having to be alert to crises that might occur anyti and withstand various doubts, but fortunately, he had always had ntal support.
Just then, the door opened and a girl with a high ponytail and dressed in a school uniform walked in: "That monster is right downstairs; we need to leave quickly."
Lancelot's eyes softened a bit. Every ti he wandered in loneliness, ensnared in a vortex of self-doubt, it was the girl who quietly encouraged and supported him. Without her, he wouldn't have made it this far alone.
"Yaqing, I'm almost done here; you go protect everyone in the Student Council first, and I'll co find you shortly."
For so unknown reason, seeing the weary Lancelot in front of her, Lin Yaqing felt an inexplicable emptiness as if releasing a balloon string, fearing the young man would float away never to be found again. She opened her mouth, and the myriad words she wanted to say turned into one sentence: "No, I'll wait here for you."
Lancelot frowned, "This is not the ti to be throwing a tantrum, Gao Wen might still be watching us; both disappearing would arouse suspicion from the Academy."
"You have friends in the Student Council; you can't just watch them get into trouble, can you? Think of Lida."
Lin Yaqing stubbornly stood her ground, unmoving. Seeing this, Lancelot helplessly stepped forward to hug her and said, "With great power cos great responsibility, Qing, you're no longer that girl who knew nothing. You know how tough the path we walk is; everyone has sacrificed a lot, whether they're teachers or those extraordinary common people."
"You're now a fourth-tier Swordswoman; maybe soday I won't be able to see your back anymore, and you'll soar high into the sky. There are many passersby in life and many morable landscapes."
"Look forward, Yaqing."
"A bright future awaits you."
Lin Yaqing nodded gently, "I understand."
Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back at the young man, "No matter what, you must co find quickly; I won't let go of you."
After the girl left, Lancelot recalled many years ago when the girl, who followed behind him silently even after falling, started her journey in the family.
So many years have passed, the girl with a dusty face has almost grown to the point where he can barely see her back. He watched her personality gradually beco cheerful and lively, her body growing bit by bit, shedding naivety and immaturity, only her natural innocence remained unchanged.
Returning to present thoughts, Lancelot gathered the important files from the table.
Two months ago, he had gathered conclusive evidence through various ans.
This included, but was not limited to, the collusion between Belvedere and the Eye Supervision Association mbers to falsify ntal wave data monitored by Life Daylight, indicators of ntal health, balance points of strange event outbreak frequency and severity, and concealnt of high-risk strange event reports. There was even evidence of secretly contacting the Ascetic Sect for terror attacks.
Everything pointed to one conclusion: under Belvedere's dictatorial rule, the Star of Art was reversing history to the worst direction.
A super-world-class strange creature could descend upon the Star of Art at any mont.
Lancelot shook his head, ready to leave.
For half a year he had borne silently and walked alone for this mont; he would personally deliver the evidence to the mbers of the Special Sixth Class, bypassing Art Star's local reporting institutions and presenting it directly to the upper echelons of the association.
At that ti, the association would learn about Belvedere's atrocities in the Star of Art over the years.
They would understand the profound scars left on people's spirits by him.
The door of the study was lightly knocked, and Lancelot, thinking this girl Lin Yaqing had just left, wondered why she had co back.
He opened the door, and a tall shadow lood before him.
Lancelot gasped in horror, "Self-Destructor, how could this be?"
A heavy teor Hamr smashed the young man's skull.
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