Silas was immersed in a strange hallucination.
In his hallucination, he was constantly filled with visions of that red-haired handsome man—sometimes driving a chariot, galloping across battlefields; sometimes wielding a greatsword, easily slaying enormous dragons; sometimes sitting atop a magnificent palace, his entire body wrapped in armor that was primarily black but splattered with blood-red traces.
Suddenly, the environment around the red-haired man changed once more. He seemed to be in a grand hall.
The hall's surroundings were decorated with countless intricate murals. In the center sat a dark-red long table, surrounded by high-backed chairs with peculiar patterns.
The red-haired man sat at the long table, his face bearing an unprecedented serious expression.
The other figures at the gathering were all shrouded in mist.
Only through their outlines could one see that these figures had peculiar appearances—some were enormously tall, some had wings, appearing mysterious and eerie.
"...We are redeeming ourselves and maintaining peace in this world..."
"...Death and blood will be inevitable. We take the name 'Rose Redemption'..."
As if transmitted from an ancient era, voices echoed through the hall. Those figures conversed in low tones, seemingly plotting some conspiracy.
Malice, selfishness, betrayal, fear—vivid emotions and abundant humanity crossed through time, clearly displaying themselves before Silas.
Damn...
These illusory scenes brought tremendous stimulation to Silas. He felt his head splitting with pain.
Yet he couldn't help but be filled with curiosity about this scene.
What place is this? What are these people discussing?
He instinctively felt that these images might truly come from the ancient Mythical Age and had extremely deep connections to the red-haired evil spirit's true form.
Just then, at the head of the long table, a figure with layers of wings behind it spoke.
"...Medici, after knowing all of this, what is your answer?"
The rustling conversations suddenly stopped. All the figures simultaneously looked at the red-haired man, as if waiting for his final reply.
Medici was silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly:
"...If this is His idea, then I am willing to carry out His will."
"Boom!"
After the red-haired Medici finished this sentence, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, the light disappeared.
The entire hall suddenly collapsed, and everything was destroyed. The figures at the dark-red long table all vanished, leaving only Medici sitting in his seat, his face showing a bewildered expression.
"Drip, drip..."
On Medici's handsome and youthful face, patches of rotting marks appeared.
Then flesh fell away, revealing white bones beneath. Deep within the skull's eye sockets, a pair of eyes filled with extreme resentment stared coldly over...
"Ahh!"
Silas suddenly woke up, letting out an extremely painful low roar.
Intense pain tormented his head, as if red-hot steel needles were repeatedly piercing his brain.
The red-haired evil spirit's final glance was filled with powerful stimulation, bringing considerable impact to his psyche.
"Brother?"
A pair of warm hands immediately reached over. The black-haired girl nimbly supported him, preventing him from falling to the ground due to convulsions.
"I'm fine..."
The pain in his brain gradually dissipated. Silas recovered and smiled at his sister.
"Cecilia, what time is it now?"
He asked.
"Around 10 AM."
She answered, using a white cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead and helping him remove the straitjacket.
Several days had passed since that night's banquet.
During these days, Miss Audrey hadn't called them out again, only sending someone to deliver Sophia's compensation.
Sophia had concealed part of the truth from the Feysac delegation, only saying she'd been subjected to an assassination attempt and was saved by Miss Audrey Hall's bodyguard.
The delegation expressed gratitude and directly sent 3,000 pounds in cash. Miss Audrey didn't keep any portion but transferred all the money to Silas.
3,000 pounds wasn't a small sum, but relative to a princess's safety, it seemed a bit meager.
Considering the unreliable bodyguard arranged for Sophia... it seemed the Einhorn royal family also had some unspeakable internal affairs.
Of course, Silas wouldn't concern himself with these matters.
Recalling that night's experience, he'd lost a teleportation stone and gained 3,000 pounds in cash, basically breaking even.
Recently, Miss Audrey hadn't contacted them, and they hadn't gone out either, enjoying a rare few days of peace.
The only problem was that recently, that red evil spirit often appeared in his hallucinations.
It seems that guy might truly be a powerful existence from ancient times. And what is "Rose Redemption"...?
Can't figure it out. Better stay far away from that guy.
"10 AM already?"
Casting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Silas repeated his sister's words.
"This bout of madness lasted a bit longer than usual."
Free from the straitjacket, he felt relief and reached for the newspaper on the table.
"Brother, aren't we making house calls today?"
"Not going out. Staying home today."
Silas replied.
He'd been busy recently, and with a rare few days of leisure, he planned to rest more, so he didn't intend to make house calls.
"All right then, I'll prepare lunch."
So Silas nestled into the sofa, reading the newspaper relaxedly.
Behind him in the kitchen, sounds of lunch preparation could be heard. The stew pot bubbled away, emitting an appetizing aroma.
Silas casually browsed through The Tussock Times, checking recent news.
Feysac Delegation Successfully Signs Contract, East Balam Dispute Ends
This paper reports that last night at Sordrak Palace, His Majesty King George III received the Feysac delegation after completing the signing, expressing high praise for their contributions to peace between the two nations...
They signed the contract last night?
Silas skimmed through and discovered that after signing the contract, the Feysac delegation hadn't stayed but chose to leave immediately—perhaps worried about another assassination attempt.
That red-haired Sophia Einhorn had already set off on her journey home. The two of them probably wouldn't have a chance to meet again.
Unexpected Storm! Lenny Transportation Company Stock Price Plummets!
Turning past the front-page news, the paper's second page reported financial news about several transportation companies' ships encountering storms on the Sonia Sea, causing stock prices to fall.
Backlund Needs Clearer Skies!
On the third page, a guest commentator vehemently criticized current air pollution issues, using data to point out that if measures weren't taken soon, it would inevitably lead to accidents.
Roselle Memorial Exhibition Currently Being Held
The Roselle memorial exhibition hosted by the Church of Steam and Machinery opens today at the Kingdom Museum.
The exhibition covers Emperor Roselle's life and work, containing numerous invention manuscripts and relics. Interested readers should definitely attend.
Hmm?
Reading this, Silas's browsing hand couldn't help but pause.