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Chapter 560: Chapter 436: The Newborn Sacrifice Chapter 560: Chapter 436: The Newborn Sacrifice “That sister…

which direction did she go?”

Aiwass immediately asked.

The girl was also quite clever, guessing that Aiwass was looking for someone.

“She came from over there and went that way!”

Out of fondness for Aiwass, she took the initiative to add, “That pretty sister got down from a carriage!

It was a brown horse, very tall!

The carriage was also brown, very similar to the horse’s color.”

“Do you remember any patterns on the carriage?”

Aiwass pressed.

The girl immediately replied, “There was a white pattern on the carriage, square and maze-like!”

—That was the carriage of the Minister of Justice Carter!

Aiwass realized at once that it was the special heraldry of the Carter family.

The carriage must belong to the current President of the White Ballet Shoes Club, Arlen Carter!

The Minister of Justice was also a member of the Chocolate Faction.

With such high status, the carriages he used naturally had anti-tracking features.

Ordinary rituals and tracking could not confirm the target.

If a normal search ritual had been conducted, Aiwass would have kept failing.

Only the “Eye of Avalon” could find the target.

But fortunately, it was the day of the Candle Master’s festival…

Perhaps the Candle Master was more willing to respond to Aiwass’s prayers at this time, or perhaps Emma’s reckless actions had also incurred the dissatisfaction of the Candle Master or one of his Angel Envoys.

Therefore, while Isabel couldn’t be found by a typical search ritual, the descending Angel Envoy gave Aiwass guidance—the traces left behind by Isabel’s brief disembarkation were still faintly present on the spot.

And the Angel Envoy guided Aiwass to this place, which also made him coincidentally encounter the girl he had once bought flowers from.

If it were just one coincidence, that would be fine.

But now it was coincidences nested within coincidences…

Aiwass just so happened to have a strong memory of this alley where he summoned the Shadow Demon and had also managed to build a good relationship with this girl.

If Isabel hadn’t suddenly decided to give her some money, Aiwass couldn’t have found her through the girl; if Aiwass was unfamiliar with the area, he might have delayed, causing the girl to be attacked or even killed; if Aiwass hadn’t known her before, she probably wouldn’t have handed over the one hundred white coins to him, allowing him to realize that Isabel had come in contact with her, and she wouldn’t have actively informed Aiwass about the carriage.

…Is it reap what you sow, good or bad?

It’s possible.

But there’s also a possibility…

that the coincidence at hand is the intervention of those great entities from the Dream Realm in reality and fate.

Even the Serpent Celestial Marshal could interfere with the mortal realm silently, the Pillar God naturally could do even more.

—Perhaps it’s the Gemini Mirror interfering with reality, which is why everything is so similar to the past!

It’s also possible that the Candle Master, disturbed during his festival, is a bit angry, and thus offered Aiwass help.

…Of course, there’s also a possibility.

That it has nothing to do with any Pillar God, any miracle.

It’s simply because of Aiwass’s and Isabel’s good deeds that they have received good outcomes—

Aiwass had no time to think too much.

He didn’t want to keep the money, and he even wanted to give the girl more money.

But he was worried that the girl might be attacked again, so he simply took her up on the Gryphon as well.

Riding the Gryphon for the first time, the girl trembled with fear.

She almost clung entirely to the Gryphon, yet was afraid of dirtying the White-Feathered Griffon with her own dirtiness.

Feeling the girl’s continuous trembling on his back, Philip softly soothed her, “Good girl, don’t be afraid.

You won’t fall off.”

To the Gryphon, humans were very cute and worthy of protection, just as people look at cats and dogs.

To Philip, this girl was like a terrified fluffed-up stray cat shaking all over, weak and huddled up without any aggression.

He didn’t mind the dirt smeared on him at all, feeling his heart melting.

But his reassurance was not very effective, because as soon as the girl heard Philip speak, she shuddered sharply, “The, the Gryphon spoke!”

Philip, still standing proud and tall on the street, emitted a stable, middle-aged man’s voice with some helplessness, “Yes, I did speak—do you want me to tell you a joke, girl?”

“Let’s not talk about that now, Philip…

fly over there!”

Aiwass interrupted him, giving a direct command.

Although Isabel was probably not in danger, he still wanted to see her as soon as possible.

Only when he confirmed she was truly safe could he relax.

Following the direction pointed out by the girl, and riding the low-flying Gryphon, Aiwass easily located the carriage that hadn’t gone far.

The curtains of the carriage were tightly drawn.

One couldn’t see any people inside from the outside.

If it weren’t for the girl’s specific guidance, Aiwass would never have found Isabel!

“The Succubus isn’t here.”

Before Aiwass could ask, Vinesse on his shoulder suddenly spoke up, with an ethereal voice.

“Then let’s stop the carriage first!”

After getting confirmation from the Night Fiend, Aiwass instructed Vinesse to cut the ropes between the horse and the carriage.

He pulled open the carriage door and saw the neatly dressed “Yulia” sitting obediently inside, motionless.

She hadn’t drawn the curtains—or rather, she couldn’t do that.

And as Aiwass pulled open the carriage door, the sunlight of high noon poured in.

Scrambling to fill the small and dark carriage, the sunlight fell on her shoulders, arms, and hands folded in front of her.

The warm winter sun seemed to have a texture akin to gauzy fabric, as if tangible.

The “Yulia,” frozen like a stone statue, turned her head upon hearing the carriage door open.

In the moment her eyes met Aiwass’s, she froze.

Aiwass, too, remained with the door open, pausing momentarily.

“Lulu!”

Aiwass instinctively called out and suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Isabel’s eyes instantly reddened.

She rushed towards him—

Because she was too anxious, she slipped as she came down from the carriage and fell forward, losing her balance.

Aiwass easily caught her, holding Isabel tightly in his arms.

Isabel wrapped her arms firmly around Aiwass’s neck and began to cry miserably.

Her sobs in Aiwass’s embrace were different from the choked weeping she had shown before.

At this moment, Isabel, still maintaining “Yulia’s” posture, cried out hysterically.

As if only by doing so could she thoroughly wash away the fear in her heart.

“I’m here, there’s no need to be afraid anymore.”

Without asking Isabel what had happened or what she had done, Aiwass felt as if he had guessed everything—instantly—as her cries sounded like an opera, bringing a certain premonition the moment the overture played.

Isabel seemed to have gained some kind of elevation from this crisis…

A thought flickered through Aiwass’s mind.

He gently patted Isabel’s back, whispering in a low voice, “You’ve done your best.

Cry if you want to, there is no shame in that.

“For the gods will witness that a strong and brave girl is born today.

“Look, Isabel.

It’s time.”

Aiwass spoke and pointed to the sky, “Lift your head—”

At this moment, it was noon.

The Candle Master festival had reached its predestined climax.

A round of incredibly dazzling golden-red brilliance wove complex, splendid, and holy patterns around The Sun.

They surrounded The Sun like thorns and scattered like lightning.

All the city’s lights lit up at the same moment, even brighter than they were at night.

People in the streets and alleys cheered aloud, lifting their candles to catch the light.

The holy fire ignited simultaneously on all the candles, torches, and lanterns, and a sacred fluctuation, like an invisible tsunami, burst out from those flames, barely visible to the naked eye.

An overwhelmingly warm strength filled Isabel’s heart.

Even the brand left by the Succubus in her heart faded significantly—as if the mesmerizing slumber had been dispelled by the noonday sun.

The searing, bright light made the winter noon feel like summer warmth.

The sick rose from their beds, the cursed opened their eyes, and the dying breathed steadily.

Old scars turned into fresh flesh, fatigue and chronic ailments were burnt away by the light.

The first of January, at the minute of noon.

As the climax of the Candle Master festival, a bishop-tier, world-scale, one-minute-long Illumination Art would follow the daylight and shine upon the whole world.

No prayers or sacrifices were needed.

There were no requests, just pure Dedication.

The people cheered, meaninglessly, in the overflowing radiance.

In this great miracle of light, they celebrated surviving another year and officially starting anew.

—When the sixty seconds passed, the entire world seemed to plunge into Darkness.

Only some residual warmth remained on the skin, which people called the Kiss of the Candle Master.

Whether human or Elf, even beasts and plants, all had gained a chance for rebirth during the Candle Master festival.

Although it had returned to normal winter noon brightness, the sky seemed to darken because a more sacred light had moved away from here.

Isabel had already stopped crying.

Her eyes had regained their brightness, even the redness around them had been tenderly wiped away by the light; the remaining fear in her heart had been dissipated by the light, and her thoughts became clear and calm again.

Just like muscles being torn down and then trained to become stronger—Isabel felt her spirit had become so robust, so fulfilled.

Perhaps, as Aiwass had said.

This was not a disaster, but the beginning of rebirth.

Seeing Isabel calm down, Aiwass’s lips slightly curved into a smile.

Aiwass held Isabel and mounted the Gryphon, letting her embrace the flower girl whose name she did not know.

Isabel greeted the girl with warmth and affection, clearly guessing right away how Aiwass had found her.

“Where to, Aiwass?”

Seeing that Isabel had been found again and speaking with leisurely ease, Philip asked, “Shall we go find George first?”@@novelbin@@

“Take us to the Hall of Silver and Tin first, then please go back and fetch George,” Aiwass sincerely thanked, “It must be a bother for you, Mr.

Philip.

Without your help, I definitely couldn’t have found Isabel so easily.”

Hearing Aiwass’s words, the sharp-minded Philip immediately guessed something, “Heh…

I see, you want Meg to keep an eye on Her Majesty in the meantime.”

Philip still liked to call Ligeia ‘Meg.’

“…Her Majesty?”

The flower girl repeated, looking at “Yulia” with an almost frightened gaze.

And Isabel just smiled and patted the girl’s head, saying nothing for the moment.

With Avalon’s strongest keeping Isabel protected, it was clear what Aiwass was about to do.

“Yes,” Aiwass said with a deep voice, “It’s time for someone to pay the price.”