The evil spirit proposed two methods to break the seal.
The former required blood from direct descendants of three families, while the latter was more convenient—he just needed to directly shepherd this evil spirit.
Honestly, both methods were quite simple to execute. However, the first method seemed a bit strange.
Sauron, Einhorn, and Medici... Why must it be their direct blood relatives?
Silas was somewhat puzzled by this point.
The Sauron family was in Intis and had once been the royal family of that country, until his fellow transmigrator predecessor Roselle appeared, overthrew their rule, first became regent, and then directly declared himself emperor.
As for Einhorn...
He glanced down at the still-unconscious Sophia.
Einhorn was the royal family of the Feysac Empire.
What's with this guy, specifically targeting royal blood? Following this logic, could that "Medici" family he'd never heard of also be royalty from some country?
Moreover, when the evil spirit's cheeks tore open earlier, someone had addressed him as "Medici"...
Silas's history were mediocre.
He wasn't clear about more experiences and connections between these two families.
He only knew that both the Sauron and Einhorn families had red hair. This point seemed to be the same as this evil spirit.
"I know of the Sauron and Einhorn families, but where is the Medici family?"
Silas asked.
"You can try your luck in Binsy Town." The other party said. "Like I said, the better and more convenient method is to directly shepherd me."
And then I'd be controlled by you and become your new body?
Silas laughed coldly inwardly but maintained a calm expression.
"I'll seriously consider it."
He said.
"Heh heh, that's good then."
The evil spirit chuckled softly.
"I hope you figure it out soon. Or if you have other needs, after I escape, I can also satisfy you.
Or I can provide certain valuable items, such as... a Blasphemy Card?"
The red phantom grew dimmer and dimmer, as if it could no longer maintain the projection. Just before dissipating completely, the evil spirit's palm opened, displaying a peculiar card to Silas.
It appeared to be a tarot card "invented" by Roselle and spread throughout this world.
On that tarot card was depicted a peculiar image: a male priest wearing red robes, sitting atop a galloping chariot.
The priest's face looked somewhat familiar, seemingly resembling the portrait of that Intis Emperor from history textbooks—Roselle!
In the upper left corner of the tarot card, brilliant starlight had condensed into a line of text:
"Sequence 0: Red Priest!"
Sequence 0?
Isn't the highest sequence just 1?
After clearly seeing that line of text, surprise surged in Silas's heart. And why did the face on this card bear Roselle's image?
"Whoosh."
Before he could ask clearly what this so-called "Blasphemy Card" was, the red phantom could no longer maintain itself and completely dissipated with a gust of night wind.
"Ugh..."
At the same time, a low groan of pain sounded. Sophia Einhorn opened her eyes.
"Where am I?"
She asked in confusion and surprise.
"You're awake?"
Silas glanced at her.
Tonight had really been thrilling.
First, he'd witnessed the Queen's dreamlike procession, then stopped a catalyst for war, and finally even escaped from an evil spirit that possibly dated back to the Mythical Age.
Unfortunately, after this entire night, not only had he failed to obtain any spoils of war, he'd also lost a precious teleportation stone.
"I remember we were in an underground structure just now."
Sophia recalled a bit, her expression quickly becoming terrified and distorted. "I saw..."
"Stop, don't think about it."
Silas immediately interrupted.
"If you don't want to die or become a lunatic, completely forget what just happened and never recall it for the rest of your life."
"Huff, huff..."
Sophia panted for several seconds. Her pale face gradually regained color.
"Can you stand? You should get back soon, or your disappearance will trigger a diplomatic incident."
Silas told her.
"...Give me a hand."
Sophia said softly.
So pretentious.
Silas extended his hand to grab hers, applied a bit of force, and pulled her up from the ground.
"Aren't you surprised that I'm actually a princess of the Feysac royal family?"
She asked, holding Silas's hand.
"So what?"
Silas released her and said.
Looking up and scanning around, he could only confirm this was Backlund but didn't know the specific address or how to return to that villa hosting the ball.
Speaking of which, I left Cecilia there... Silas thought.
He'd been suddenly teleported, leaving both his employer Miss Audrey and his sister behind.
The two walked along the street for a while and finally encountered a carriage.
After spending some money, they successfully persuaded the driver to take them back to the original address.
As the carriage proceeded, Sophia quietly huddled in the cabin. Her red hair fell over her shoulders onto her knees, the strands lustrous like rubies.
"Why did you appear there today?"
She asked softly.
"Hired employment. Working as a bodyguard."
"Then did you see the Queen's procession earlier?"
"Of course I saw it.
However, I suggest you not be too curious... Don't forget the lesson from just now."
"..."
So Sophia stopped talking.
The atmosphere in the carriage quieted for a while until the carriage stopped, delivering them to the front of the villa.
By this time, noisy sounds could already be faintly heard from inside the villa.
The people inside must have discovered Sophia's disappearance and begun searching everywhere.
"You can get off yourself."
Silas said.
It wasn't convenient for him to show himself. He planned to transform into shadow and quietly reunite with his sister.
"Remember, don't tell others about me."
"Mm, I know."
Sophia descended from the carriage, hugging her clothes in the cold night wind.
She'd wiped away the blood traces from her face but still looked somewhat weak.
"Oh, right."
After walking a few steps, she turned back.
"I almost forgot to thank you..."
The villa's bright lights illuminated the street.
With her back to the light, her entire figure was outlined with a golden border, displaying an unusual beauty.
"Thank you for saving me today."
She said sincerely.
"No need to thank me."
Silas answered. "Just remember to pay me compensation."
"...Compensation?"
"That's right. I risked so much to save you today. Did you think you could settle it with just a thank you?" Silas asked flatly.
"Surely the Feysac royal family can afford it?"
If he'd obtained spoils of war tonight, it would be one thing. The key issue was that he'd gained nothing tonight.
Sophia froze for a second, then showed a helpless, even somewhat bitter smile.
"I understand."
"Remember to go through Miss Audrey. She's my employer for tonight."
After Silas finished speaking, his body transformed into shadow and concealed itself.
He watched Sophia walk forward alone, entering the villa and, amid the crowd's exclamations, displaying a standard smile to announce her safe return.
Meanwhile, he took advantage of everyone's attention being on Sophia and quietly slipped into the villa.
Soon, Silas found his employer.
"Miss Audrey, where's my sister?"