Chapter 135: 'Fate Renegade’s Touch' and Reminiscence

'Fate Renegade’s Touch' and Reminiscence

Splat—!

The raven phantom inside the birdcage watched the splattering brain matter and gushing blood, directly ceasing all struggle. It just stood inside the cage, staring blankly at the standing headless female corpse.

Some scalp fragments, clinging with long red hair and skull pieces, scattered on the ground and sofa, making the entire living room look like a dismemberment scene.

She... went mad?

No... The moment she blasted her own head, she used the sealed artifact in her hand!

That sealed artifact belonging to me...

Thud—

The young woman’s body fell into the pool of blood, bringing the “Substitute Death Relic” sealing the raven phantom down with it.

After rolling a few times on the blood-soaked wooden floor, the raven phantom discovered that the feather appeared before it.

Indeed, was I overthinking it...

The raven phantom struggled fiercely, trying to hit the birdcage, make it roll towards the feather. But no matter how hard it tried, the birdcage, burning with purple flames, remained immovable like a cornerstone.

Patter patter—

A huge hand crawled next to the feather, dragged the feather through the pool of blood away from the birdcage’s direction, then pressed down on the feather with its palm, pinning it to the ground. The eyes on the back of its hand scanned left and right, seemingly on guard.

Brainless spirit world creature...

Seeing this scene, the raven phantom-shaped feather spirit actually calmed down.

The relic bones inside this cage providing energy for the seal wouldn’t last long, exhausting within a day. Under its struggle, it might burn even faster.

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And the spirit creature before it couldn’t stay in reality for too long without external support.

As long as it confirmed the young woman named Ciel was truly dead...

The phantom cast its gaze towards the young woman’s corpse not far away. Immediately after, it witnessed a scene that horrified it.

An illusory silver clock face materialized behind the young woman. The sharp second hand on it rapidly advanced a short distance.

The originally splattered minced meat, bone fragments, and brain matter directly defied gravity, levitating up. Including the young woman’s corpse lying on the ground, it floated upright at this moment, standing in its original position.

Everything was like playing in reverse. Except for the feather embedded in the young woman’s brain, the other parts of her body rapidly reconnected. In just one or two seconds, the pale-faced, expressionless young woman stood in place again.

And the stopwatch, during the restoration process, returned to the young woman’s hand.

This is?

This is!!!

The raven phantom, originally calmed down, instantly became somewhat frenzied. It continuously rammed its head against the birdcage, accelerating the burning of the relic inside. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

“(Old Ansu) This is my power! This is my authority!”

“(Old Ansu) You are just a damned vessel!!!”

“(Old Ansu) How dare you!!!”

The shriek emitted by the feather spirit seemed perceived by the young woman. The young woman just glanced indifferently towards the birdcage’s direction, then squatted down, kneeling beside the bizarre hand-shaped spirit creature.

She reached out, gently rubbing the wrist area of the huge hand as if petting a small cat or dog.

The hand’s knuckles also stood up, seemingly enjoying this petting very much. Its palm left the ground, wrist area raised high, seemingly using its own backhand to meet the young woman’s palm.

The young woman extended her left hand, directly took the black and blue feather from under the hand’s body, then patted the back of the bizarre hand, seemingly issuing some command.

The moment it received the command, several slits appeared in the palm area of the terrifying hand. Several dark purple pointed tongues emerged from within, beginning to happily lick the residual young woman’s blood on the ground.

After doing all this, the young woman stood up slowly, holding the feather in her left hand and the “Substitute Death Relic” that rolled onto the ground in her right hand.

Bang—

“Lady Ciel! Are you alright!” Tara, who rushed over immediately after hearing the report of shattering glass from her subordinates, saw the scene before her after opening the door and was scared stiff on the spot.

Ciel, with traces of blood remaining on her face, stood calmly in place, holding a burning birdcage-shaped pendant in her left hand, and a feather emitting a powerful spiritual aura just by looking at it in her right hand.

The floor, sofa, and tabletop were splattered with blood. And by Ciel’s feet, a terrifying monster supported its palm body with over a dozen fingers, licking the blood on the ground with several pointed tongues.

Especially upon noticing the terrifying creature, Tara’s spiritual alarm blared in her mind. She quickly lowered her head, eyes observing her nose, nose observing her heart, daring not to glance towards Ciel again.

“It’s fine.” Ciel looked towards Tara and said, “Go out.”

“Yes... Yes... Lady Ciel...” Tara bowed her head in relief and exited the living room, closing the wooden door behind her.

The moment the door closed, Tara already regretted why she didn’t listen to the command and ran over to check if something happened.

If even Mother Goddess couldn’t solve the problem, could she solve it by going?

Tara only hoped her offense wouldn’t ruin the good impression she had in Mother Goddess’s heart—she considered herself to have behaved very well and loyally.

After Tara left, Ciel took a breath, her legs went weak, and she leaned back against the blood-stained sofa behind her.

Just now, the voice of the raven phantom indeed echoed in her mind.

But she didn’t fully understand everything the raven phantom said.

This is my power, this is my **.

She understood the first part. The latter, more obscure word, Ciel couldn’t find a corresponding translation in her mind.

But judging from the tone.

It seemed very anxious.

Very anxious means what I’m doing now is all correct.

Next, Ciel turned her gaze to the black and blue feather in her hand.

This is the sealed artifact that caused her so much trouble...

This was the first time Ciel observed this feather sealed artifact up close carefully. Just looking at its appearance, she could feel its extraordinariness.

Moreover, it didn’t seem to be a real feather.

The base color of the feather’s central shaft was black, with countless silver inscriptions etched onto it, making the central shaft appear silver from a distance.

Besides being connected to fine, soft feathers, the central shaft also had an ink groove embedded inside, like a crystal tube, connecting all the way to the quill tip, which resembled a translucent prismatic crystal.

This is a... quill pen?

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Ciel gently shook the feather and saw the residual blood-red ink inside the central crystal tube, like a blood line on the feather’s central shaft.

About half remaining...

What is its specific function?

Able to summon even meteorites, it’s definitely not simple...

And for some reason, Ciel felt a strange sense of closeness from this quill pen.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling the “Gambler” save file had when facing cultists with the same “Sadhana Mark,” but slightly different.

This feeling made Ciel feel somewhat strange, because she had never contacted this quill pen sealed artifact before. She didn’t even know what this pen’s function or side effects were.

When she blew her head off just now, quite a bit of blood should have splattered onto it, but she didn’t feel anything now... Dripping blood again probably wouldn’t have any effect either.

But what could be confirmed now was that there was definitely something on this quill pen related to herself, or the system.

However, this sense of closeness seemed only perceivable by herself. Otherwise, in the previous simulation, the quill pen, having already locked onto her, wouldn’t have waited until the other two were completely dead before locking onto her.

The quill pen itself couldn’t feel this closeness.

Ciel temporarily couldn’t understand or explain this situation, only hoping the quill pen’s already intelligent spirit could reveal some information.

Casually putting the quill pen into her pocket, Ciel raised the “Substitute Death Relic” before her.

The feeling of weakness and dizziness hadn’t dissipated yet. The noisy voice of the spirit in her mind also gave her a headache.

Especially since these voices were in half-understood Old Ansu script, making it even more headache-inducing for Ciel to listen.

There was still plenty of time. She could try to obtain some information in the remaining time.

The birdcage-shaped golden small pendant swayed gently in Ciel’s hand. The relic bones inside the cage burned with purple flames.

The flames burned fiercely, almost enveloping the entire birdcage. In the heart of these flames was a familiar raven phantom, though much smaller than the shadow she saw in the sky before.

“(Old Ansu) Quiet.” Ciel spoke, standard Old Ansu script read according to phonetic notation, also one of the few words Ciel had already memorized.

Maybe after memorizing the entire dictionary next time, Ciel could roughly understand what the other party said.

Ciel’s words didn’t seem to make the other party stop in the slightest. However, Ciel was very patient, just waiting quietly, seeing how long the other party could shriek in her mind.

Just as Ciel was thinking whether to simply sleep for a while to alleviate the dizziness, she saw her finger flicker.

The side effect 【Temporal Disorder】 began to take effect.

This distortion and flickering quickly spread throughout Ciel’s body. After a flash of silver light, a figure wearing a half-face silver wolf mask sat on the sofa, pink tentacles and spiritual light flickering deep within her pupils.

This baffling transformation made the spirit’s struggle in the cage and the shrieking in Ciel’s mind quiet down for a moment.

Ciel took off the mask from her face, placed it face down on the table, then leaned back against the sofa, crossed her right leg over her left, and began swinging the birdcage in one hand.

“(Old Ansu) Where’d you go? Why no sound?” Ciel smiled, continuously swinging the necklace in her hand, faster and faster. The golden pendant and purple flames traced a circular purple-gold afterimage.

Sure enough, after Ciel started swinging the necklace and taunting, the phantom in the cage, after a brief silence, directly spread its wings.

The purple flames in the cage began burning frantically, already covering the entire birdcage.

In Ciel’s vision, the relic bones inside the cage were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this terrifying speed, perhaps in just a few hours, the relic inside the cage would be completely burned out, losing its original effectiveness.

And the voice in Ciel’s mind became even more chaotic. Besides Old Ansu script, several languages definitely not Old Ansu script were mixed in—easily judged through 【Linguistics Lv.3】.

“Getting anxious?”

Clack—

Ciel chuckled lightly. Like playing with a yo-yo, she slightly lifted her finger, gripping the burning cage in her palm.

“Then don’t be anxious yet,” Ciel casually tossed the Substitute Death Relic towards the spirit creature still licking blood on the ground and said, “Little Left, take it for a spin.”

The hand monster, receiving the command, lifted its knuckles, spread two fingers apart, caught the thrown pendant with its toothy palm, directly flung its fingers open, and drilled towards the blood-red vortex still floating in mid-air.

Instantly, Little Left took the “Substitute Death Relic” containing the sealed artifact’s spirit consciousness into the Other Side.

A few seconds later, Little Left, holding the pendant in its mouth, emerged again from the blood-thread vortex, crawled to Ciel’s feet, supported its body with its fingers, and showed the pendant to Ciel.

“Good~” Ciel took the chain from its mouth and casually patted one of Little Left’s fingers.

Like a master playing fetch with a puppy, rewarding the puppy for retrieving the ball.

At this moment, the purple flame in the cage was no longer as strong as before, returning to its initial state of calm burning.

And the annoying voice in Ciel’s mind was also gone.

“Do you understand your situation now?” Ciel gripped the Substitute Death Relic in her hand, looked at the raven phantom in the center of the flame, and slowly said, “I have the ability to keep you there forever... Stop your pointless struggle.”

“If you still want to live.” Ciel no longer tried communicating with the other party in Old Ansu script.

In the previous simulation, the sealed artifact could monitor and understand the letters Ciel wrote in Ansu script. Now, the “Instigator” Ciel, holding the initiative, naturally wouldn’t indulge the other party anymore.

“Speak...” Ciel’s eyes narrowed slightly, her tone deepened. The pink tentacles in her pupils writhed frantically.

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An inexplicable sense of pressure made the flame in the cage sway slightly.

Most importantly, Ciel truly held leverage that made the other party unable to resist.

After a while, a weak voice sounded in Ciel’s mind.

Using standard Ansu script.

“You... what exactly do you want?”

Listening to this illusory, weak voice, completely lacking its previous imposing manner, Ciel knew this might be due to the tour in the Other Side.

Finally behaved.

But listening to this question... the other party still seemed quite unconvinced.

What do I want? Shouldn’t that be my question? What do you want? Why did you target me?

Just as Ciel wanted to ask, she saw her fingers begin to flicker abnormally, like a virtual projection losing power.

“Tch...” Damn 【Temporal Disorder】...

Interrogation like this, clearly most suitable for the “Instigator”...

“Instigator” is so useful! Next time I’ll use Instigator to enter the simulation again!

“Instigator” is so useful! Next time I’ll use Instigator to enter the simulation again!

“Instigator” is so useful! Next time I’ll use Instigator to enter...

Ciel continuously repeated this sentence rapidly in her mind, trying to hypnotize herself.

But following a flash of silver light, Ciel’s inner repetition also vanished.

Sky-blue long hair draped over Ciel’s shoulders. Wearing a slightly larger shirt and plaid skirt, Ciel now sat on the blood-stained sofa, like a gentle and refined young lady.

For Ciel, only a brief flash of silver light passed before her eyes, without any major impact.

Without Kitty, “Gambler” Ciel wouldn’t be affected by cultists.

She looked at the birdcage in her hand and said, “That should be my question.”

“You should introduce yourself first and clarify why you targeted me.”

“This way, I can consider whether your future destination is back inside the sealed artifact, or heading to the Other Side.” Ciel spoke clearly, her eyes glancing at the “Strong Luck Coin” left on the table by Tara earlier. An urge to grab it instantly surged in her heart.

For a “Gambler,” this thing was truly irresistible.

However, Ciel managed to control her inner impulse well and didn’t directly reach for the coin.

After waiting for a while, perhaps the sealed artifact compromised. Ciel’s mind finally received a response.

“‘Fate Renegade’s Touch’... That is the name of my current vessel.” That voice had calmed down, seemingly ready for proper communication.

“Fate Renegade’s Touch”? Vessel’s name?

Ciel reached into her pocket. Although the save file changed, the items weren’t taken away. The quill pen was still in her pocket.

Is this the sealed artifact’s name?

It said vessel... Isn’t it the spirit born from the sealed artifact itself?

“What is the ability of ‘Fate Renegade’s Touch’?” Ciel asked.

“I can use it to search for the person whose fate line has changed the most recently... Use ‘Fate Renegade’s Touch’ to adjust the fate line, making it proceed in the direction I envisioned.”

“Once the locked person’s actions deviate from the fate line I adjusted, she will encounter misfortune. Conversely, strong luck will favor her.”

“Each time the fate line is altered, it consumes the blood line ink inside.”

Being locked onto by this thing without knowing... truly impossible to guard against.

In the previous simulation, Lucy almost died due to deviating from the fate line. Her presence saved Lucy’s life.

Oppold also relied on his powerful and numerous sealed artifacts to gradually figure out the rules, but he had no way to break the situation either.

Moreover, the fate line could be altered at will... After the locked person fully adapted to the changed fate, dialing the fate line back would instantly turn the original luck into misfortune.

“Side effects?” Ciel asked. This was what she cared about most.

After a while, a response came in Ciel’s mind.

“The blood line ink has never run out. I don’t know the side effects either.”

Ciel took out the quill pen, looked at the blood line ink tube, still about half full.

No side effects until this thing runs out?

But Ciel wouldn’t try it lightly.

Generally, the more powerful the sealed artifact’s effect, the more severe its side effects usually were.

When the blood line ink ran out and the side effects erupted concentratedly, it would be too late for regrets.

This kind of thing, whose result could be known in the system store after returning to reality, Ciel had no intention of gambling on.

So, was it because her fate underwent a huge change that she was locked onto...

This locking method was fundamentally impossible to guard against...

Although unable to accurately lock onto the person, it didn’t exclude the possibility that others might search for her based on fate changes in the future.

“Since you said this sealed artifact is just a vessel.” Ciel refocused her gaze on the quill pen. “Then what is your true identity?”

After Ciel asked this question, the voice in her mind completely quieted down.

After a long time, a faint, low roar sounded in Ciel’s mind.

“(Old Ansu) I am a god!”

“(Old Ansu) I am a deity who has survived countless eras, mastering authority... And you are just a vessel carrying my fragment...”

After roaring another segment of half-understood Old Ansu script, the relic inside the cage began burning fiercely again. This time, the other party seemed completely unwilling to cooperate anymore.

Ciel frowned slightly.

Previously, Ciel only speculated. Now Ciel could almost conclude that this spirit’s mental state... seemed not quite normal.

Its tone was sometimes arrogant, sometimes revealing humility, often muttering things to itself. Only after Ciel threw it into the Other Side and brought it back did it calm down slightly.

But upon mentioning certain key questions, such as what exactly it was, the other party would fall back into an uncooperative, frenzied state.

Ciel only understood a little of the other party’s words.

The other party’s spirit and consciousness were extremely powerful. If it broke free, it would be enough to suppress her immobilized.

Judging from the current performance, the other party completely refused to cooperate this time.

It seems it no longer cared about being thrown into the Other Side.

A mentally unstable spirit... This wasn’t good news for Ciel.

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She could indeed directly bring the quill pen “Fate Renegade’s Touch” to the system store, but she definitely wouldn’t have enough points to exchange for it. To investigate again, she would have to waste another simulation, letting the other party fall into the trap again.

This was too troublesome.

Moreover, from the other party’s Old Ansu script just now, Ciel heard the word “deity.”

Its true identity was related to deities?

Or its mental instability was related to deities?

The current Ciel basically mastered how to find the other party.

However, this method would greatly damage Ciel’s spirit and deeply bind her to the cultist Divine Advent Church, which was unacceptable to Ciel.

Compared to getting injured, she preferred a flawless speedrun without any future worries.

Should she gamble?

A plan had already formed in Ciel’s mind.

Dragging on like this now, the other party could definitely break free from the cage before the simulation ended.

She had to gamble.

Thinking of “gamble,” Ciel’s emotions surged slightly.

The other party refuses to cooperate?

Ciel might have ways to learn its identity from elsewhere.

Spiritual Summoning.

The things summoned by Spiritual Summoning had some correspondence in the Other Side.

Any spirit creature in the Other Side with affinity or goodwill towards Ciel could be summoned.

For example, Little Left liked transcendents’ fingers and was very friendly to Ciel. As long as Ciel sacrificed transcendents’ fingers, she could reliably summon Little Left.

Since that spirit refused to cooperate.

Then trying to sacrifice this powerful spirit, would it summon spirit creatures interested in this spirit, or related to this spirit?

Although spirit creatures generally had low intelligence, some could communicate—like the previous Divine Advent Church “Divine Servant.”

That “Divine Servant” was summoned using transcendents related to the Divine Advent Church, a spirit creature with goodwill towards Ciel. It could even write and think simply.

If she gambled, sacrificed this spirit...

Lost the gamble?

At worst, rest for a few days, try again.

Won the gamble?

Then she could bypass direct communication with the other party and obtain partial information from the spirit creature.

No matter how she thought about it, this was a risk-free, high-reward gamble. Ciel had no reason not to take a chance.

She turned her gaze to the “Strong Luck Coin” on the table.

Lucy’s severed arm gripped the “Strong Luck Coin.” The torso had already turned slightly purple.

Ciel directly reached out, broke off the fingers of Lucy’s severed limb, touched the “Strong Luck Coin,” and picked it up.

Gamble with the “Strong Luck Coin.” If successful, it would increase the probability of summoning useful spirit creatures.

As for failure?

It’s just life.

Gambling with life is what I’m best at.

Because I have many lives.

“Gambler” Ciel directly bent her thumb slightly, flicked the coin in her hand upwards, then extended her right fist.

The rusty coin traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, then landed steadily on the back of Ciel’s hand.

The eyeball angel faced upwards, looking directly into Ciel’s eyes, seemingly affirming her gambling nature.

Her luck was now increased. If an ordinary person encountered this situation, they would definitely stop in time, take the existing benefits, then carefully use or squander that little benefit... but that wouldn’t be a “Gambler.”

Either, have nothing.

Or, have everything.

This was the mindset a “Gambler” should have.

Almost without a moment’s hesitation, Ciel, having tossed heads, flipped her hand again, gripped the “Strong Luck Coin” tightly, then flicked it directly towards the table.

The coin traced an arc, landed spinning on the table, whirling continuously.

The whirling afterimage made it look like a small rusty ball. Then, the rotation speed gradually slowed.

The moment the coin’s rotation slowed, Ciel had already stood up, picked up the carving knife. When she cut her wrist with the knife, the coin had already stopped on the table with vibrations and buzzing.

Eyeball angel, facing the ceiling.

Plop—

Ciel held her arm level, letting blood drip from her wrist.

Sensing something wrong, Little Left had already retreated aside. The blood it hadn’t finished licking also turned into blood threads, surging towards Ciel.

The pendant held in her hand was thrown onto the ground by Ciel, landing steadily in the center of the blood array.

Surrounding the “Substitute Death Relic” and that powerful spirit, a never-before-seen blood array gradually formed before Ciel. At this moment, Ciel’s mouth also lightly uttered a few words she herself had never heard before.

Before upgrading 【Linguistics】, incomprehensible words were like listening to gibberish to Ciel. But now, after these words were spoken from Ciel’s mouth, she could actually vaguely grasp the meaning of one of the words.

One of the words seemed related to memory.

Ciel’s words didn’t affect herself, nor Little Left.

But the sealed spirit in the center of the array, upon hearing these few words, gradually became frenzied.

Ansu script, Old Ansu script... plus various languages Ciel had never heard of, continuously exploded in Ciel’s mind. They seemed to form a complete sentence together, but the language system was completely chaotic.

Even scholars proficient in these languages, without a period of translation, couldn’t understand what these frenzied languages represented.

But amidst those gradually frenzied languages, Ciel could sense that it already knew its death was approaching...

The blood array gradually took shape. Blood threads completely entangled the entire “Substitute Death Relic.” Countless threads drilled through the cage towards the inside, actually directly binding the spirit.

The relic flame burned frantically, forming a purple bonfire before Ciel.

The outer cage made of special transcendent material began to gradually crack. A raven figure was released.

But before its phantom could begin expanding, countless entangled blood threads dragged it towards the gradually forming blood-red vortex in mid-air.

The raven phantom was dragged into the blood-red vortex with a mournful cry, vanishing without a trace.

The blood-red vortex slowly swirled, seemingly digesting this offering.

Finally, the vortex slowly expanded to half a person’s height. A pool of dark purple sludge-like “hands” emerged from the vortex, pressing onto the tabletop.

Following that, head, torso, limbs...

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A bizarre monster, covered entirely in dark purple sludge, emerged from within, emitting a strong, hallucinogenic fragrance.

Its shape resembled an extremely hunched old man. Slender forelimbs supported the ground. Below the torso was a mass of writhing purple short tentacles. And its head had no eyes, only a faintly glowing green, tumor-like dark green brain.

Almost the moment it appeared, Ciel’s vision uncontrollably produced hallucinations. In her eyes, all surrounding furniture collapsed and twisted, combining into things completely unrecognizable.

Only transcendent items like the “Strong Luck Coin,” “Evil Eye,” and “Fate Renegade’s Touch” could maintain their original appearance in this distorted world.

The summoned spirit creature just stood on the tabletop, letting the purple sludge on its body fall onto the table.

Its face had no mouth or eyes, but the pheromones carried by the emitted scent seemed to make Ciel understand the meaning it expressed.

Ready?

Ciel could sense that was the meaning the other party wanted to convey.

Ready for what? Ready for what?

Win or lose, it all depended on this time. If even gambling could be fully prepared, then it wouldn’t be called gambling.

I’m ready.

Ciel transmitted this message towards the spirit creature.

After Ciel’s command was transmitted to the spirit creature, the sludge fallen onto the tabletop began to burn.

Large amounts of pale purple smoke drifted out from the sludge, swirling in the living room, forming a smoke-like giant raven.

An extreme drowsiness also assaulted Ciel’s brain at this moment.

What’s going on...

This feeling, as if being hypnotized, reminded Ciel of being brainwashed by Kitty as a “Gambler.”

Ciel only had time to tightly grasp all the transcendent items on the table, holding them close to her chest, then fell back onto the sofa, her body slowly lying down, gradually losing consciousness.

When Ciel regained consciousness and opened her eyes again, she saw a space filled with swirling purple clouds and mist.

In this space, countless circular halos composed of orange, blue, and white colors were distributed before Ciel’s eyes.

Ciel looked down at her own hands. At this moment, she couldn’t use any transcendent abilities. This feeling... felt somewhat familiar.

She seemed to have felt the same feeling in the space where the system saved files.

Is this my conscious body moving?

Then this space is...

Ciel tentatively called out to the system. The familiar interface appeared before her, slightly reassuring her.

Good, the system still works. The problem isn’t big.

Did I win the gamble?

Is what’s before me the “reward” after winning the gamble?

Ciel walked forward slowly, reached out, and directly touched the first light sphere.

The light sphere exploded before Ciel. Everything before her eyes changed.

The purple mist before her eyes had become a boundless night sky. Without the shroud of factory smog, even the stars appeared so brilliant.

She was flying in a night sky.

Ciel tentatively tried to move her “arms” but found she couldn’t control anything.

And her perspective couldn’t move freely either, just like... watching some first-person animation.

Soon, Ciel saw her perspective begin diving towards a black castle below, landing steadily on the window of the huge castle.

Ciel’s perspective lowered. She saw the black and blue feathers on her body.

The blue on the feathers rapidly faded, soon turning pure black.

This is...

Raven’s perspective?

Is this the memory of that spirit?

As if to verify Ciel’s thoughts, inside the magnificent castle, where some banquet was being held, a handsome man with slightly curly blond hair walked towards the raven.

He looked at the raven before him, frowned slightly, suddenly clenched both fists tightly. Three black steel spikes emerged from his finger bones. He directly swung his fist, striking towards Ciel’s direction.

“Oppold, what happened?”

“Nothing, just an annoying crow.”

“The Queen is coming soon. Hurry over. This promotion determines your fate...”

Ciel’s perspective quickly ascended after dodging the sudden punch, circled a few times in the air, then disappeared.

Ciel’s vision gradually faded, returning again to the scene shrouded in purple mist.

This is that spirit’s memory... Is this the situation when it first locked onto Oppold?

Ciel pushed aside this light spot and walked towards the next light spot.

This time, Ciel’s vision was a slightly gloomy daytime. The sky was shrouded in choking thick smoke. Ciel, flying in the air, seemed to even feel the irritating smell of smoke.

This place is even more polluted than the constantly expanding Berren City...

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, her perspective began diving, finally stopping on the windowsill of the second floor of a company high-rise building, stopping on the stone brick windowsill, looking through the glass at Lucy, who was packing up Tarot cards.

This is the memory of locking onto Lucy...

Ciel’s vision returned again to the space shrouded in purple smoke.

Unsure if it was her illusion, after touching two light spheres, she felt the originally dense light spheres before her had disappeared quite a bit.

No, not an illusion.

Each time I watch a segment, the total number of light spheres decreases particularly quickly...

I must find more useful memories.

Are these reminiscences sorted by time?

Ciel looked around. The end of the light spheres seemed traceless.

She began trying to distinguish the appearance of the light spheres, analyzing the quality of the memory inside from the differences in their appearance. Soon, she made a new discovery.

Those light spheres locking onto Oppold and Lucy had a relatively larger proportion of white light.

As for the others, there were also light spheres with large proportions of blue or orange. Ciel temporarily didn’t understand what these proportions represented.

See if I can find the one with the largest proportion... Enter each one once, and I’ll know the difference...

Ciel walked along those light spheres, continuously heading towards the distance.

She faintly felt in her heart that there must be one light sphere whose reminiscence or memory could answer the question of the inexplicable sense of closeness she felt towards that quill pen sealed artifact in her mind.