Chapter 671: The Fourth Name

Strange item? Klein instantly felt a headache, but he asked

with an unperturbed expression, "What is it?"

"Fish with human fingers growing in them!" Without waiting for Gehrman

Sparrow's reply, Frank ran into the dining hall. Before long, he ran

back and held a strange bluish-black fish in his hand.

The fish was of normal length. In the space where its eyes were, it had

a face resembling a human. Its belly had been dissected, and three

bloody fingers could be seen stuffed inside.

"It wasn't inserted by me. It was originally like that! Look at its

teeth. It's very unlikely that it will eat something like that, so it

can only be the case of the fingers producing themselves! Of course, I'm

currently unable to determine what the fingers will do to its body,"

Frank hurriedly explained his judgment.

Klein glanced at the fish and said after some deliberation, "It might

also be stuffed inside by someone."

"...Makes sense. Then it's not the most unique fish." Frank was stunned

for a second as he appeared somewhat disappointed. "Fingers are

considered flesh and blood. I'll ask Heath. He's an expert on such

matters."

As he spoke, he surveyed the area and found Heath Doyle who was huddled

in a corner eating.

Frank quickly went over and placed the bluish-black fish before

Bloodless.

Heath Doyle extended his hands and pressed his face to the fish.

Upon seeing this scene, Frank had a baffling feeling that something was

amiss.

He soon reacted and laughed.

"No, this isn't food for you. You've been eating fish all this time to

the point that even your body smells of fish.

"What I meant was to ask if you know the fingers inside the fish's

stomach? Can you find its original owner?"

Heath Doyle stopped his leaning actions and carefully studied it for a

few seconds.

"They belong to a Rose Bishop's, at least a Rose Bishop's."

He took out the three bloody fingers and stacked them together.

After a brief moment, the fingers melted like wax, turning into a puddle

of sticky flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood squirmed as they drew a word in blood-red: "Help!"

Fingers from a Rose Bishop... "Help"... Upon seeing this

scene, Klein instantly made some connections.

He recalled the Saint of Darkness and Leomaster from the dream world!

This Aurora Order saint was in a particular ruin, and he was affected by

the remnant powers of an angel or deity of the Spectator pathway,

causing him to dissociate and transform into a kind character. This

resulted in him being trapped there.

His good and evil side constantly fought, often clashing at the psyche

level. The main persona, which was more inclined towards the darkness,

gradually held the advantage as the good personality hid everywhere in

the mind world in search for help.

*Therefore, this is an attempt by Leomaster's good side to call for

help? As a saint of the Aurora Order, he might very well have advanced

from a Shepherd, so it's nothing strange to have the Beyonder powers of

a Rose Bishop...* Klein nodded in thought, believing that his

judgment was likely close to the truth.

"Help? How?" Frank Lee turned his head at Gehrman Sparrow with a blank

look.

You should ask your captain, not me... Klein shook his head.

"You don't have to bother.

"There are too many oddities with these waters."

The reason for giving this opinion was that, from the dream, Leomaster's

main persona held the absolute advantage. To really rescue him, he

needed to make preparations to deal with a demigod. Although the good

side would definitely interfere with it, all it could do was lower the

Saint of Darkness's strength to a certain extent. It would still remain

a demigod.

Of course, with Queen Mystic on board the Future, to make any actual

attempts wasn't impossible. But if Leomaster were so easily rescued and

have him become a completely good Saint of Darkness, Klein believed that

the queen would've long done so. The reason why she didn't take action

had to be because it was unrealistic.

*For example, the place where Leomaster is at causes one's spirit to

dissociate, so much so that Queen Mystic doesn't even dare challenge

it... Leomaster's dream was only partially restored. It nearly made me

face a situation I couldn't deal with. Finally, I resolved the problem

quickly with the Sea God Scepter. If I were to meet him in the real

world, I'd really suffer a dissociation in personality, becoming a

member of an asylum. I would have to find a way to borrow the Mental

Terror Candle from Father Utravsky to have a chance of being treated...

Heh heh. I can also get Miss Justice to treat me, but she's still

lacking in strength at the moment...* Klein recalled the past as

he jested inwardly.

"Yeah." Frank Lee trusted Gehrman Sparrow a lot. "Perhaps the fellow

who's asking for help is long dead..."

Upon saying this, his eyes suddenly lit up as he stared at Heath Doyle.

"Can you wipe out the mental imprint left on this flesh and blood?"

"Yes," Heath Doyle replied succinctly.

The ends of Frank Lee's mouth cracked open bit by bit as he smiled like

a two-hundred-pound child.

"I've always been very curious about the flesh and blood structure of a

Rose Bishop.

"I've always thought of the outcome of using similar flesh and blood as

the medium for crossbreeding."

*One day, you will die amidst your experiments. Thankfully, I'll be

leaving this ship soon...* Klein had the baffling impression of

a brattish child entering an armory.

Heath Doyle, whose face was nearly translucent from the paleness, was

taken aback for two seconds before sincerely saying, "Thank you."

"Why thank me?" Frank Lee scratched his head, looking completely

puzzled.

*He's probably thanking you for being able to hold back your curiosity

and not using his flesh and blood as the experimental subject. You are a

partner worth trusting...* The corners of Klein's mouth twitched

a bit in an attempt to interpret the reason. He realized that the

Future's first and second mate had rather strange thought processes.

Afternoon Town. In the half-collapsed cathedral.

Colin stood by the side of the ecclesiastic in white and softly asked,

"Who are the Kings?

"What is the huge calamity?

"Who tempted Sasrir?"

The ecclesiastic didn't seem to hear him as he continued prostrating to

the ground. He repeated his words of penitence as though he was an

illusory recording left behind by the environment.

A wraith, specter, or an evil spirit? Derrick looked in that

direction, feeling somewhat nervous.

Seeing no response from the ecclesiastic, Colin reached out his right

hand, inching his silver sword towards the person.

However, despite the sharp blade tip reaching the back of his head, the

ecclesiastic remained in penitence, as though nothing had changed.

Colin Iliad retracted his silver sword as he surveyed the area with dark

green symbols in his eyes.

Then, he walked diagonally to the altar ahead as he cast his gaze onto

the candle emitting a yellow light.

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out his left hand and

extinguished the entirety of the candlelight.

The collapsed deity statue in the middle of the altar suddenly turned

dim as the prostrating white-robed man finally stopped his penitence.

He slowly lifted his head. It was a gloomy green, and his gaze was

filled with hatred.

Before Derrick, Haim, and Joshua could react in time, the devout

ecclesiastic had pounced forward with an exceedingly fast speed, drawing

out an afterimage.

Colin was already prepared for it. He took a step diagonally forward

with his right foot, turned his body halfway, and swept backward with

the silver sword in his left hand.

On the sword, spots of light soared, instantly forming a gigantic storm.

The storm that was formed purely out of light swept the surroundings,

leaving the ecclesiastic frozen in midair before he was completely

devoured.

The storm quickly came to an end as Colin looked at the ecclesiastic

whose body had been infused with the light of dawn. Then, he repeated

his previous questions again.

"Who are the Kings?

"What is the huge calamity?

"Who tempted Sasrir?"

The ecclesiastic whose figure was already very indistinct replied in a

dazed manner, "The Kings are Sasrir, Ouroboros, Medici..."

Just as he was about to say the fourth name, a transparent flame tore

through him from the inside!

The flame instantly engulfed him, burning him into a spreading black

gas.

*So the Kings refer to the Kings of Angels... What's the fourth name?

Why did he self-destruct just as he was about to say it? Is it the one

who tempted Sasrir, or someone else?* Derrick was filled with

questions.

As the ecclesiastic died, the streets outside and the entirety of

Afternoon Town suddenly produced roars that sounded like wild beasts.

Derrick subconsciously looked out the window and saw a gigantic face.

The glass where it was originally plastered to had grown a single unique

eye. On its face was short and dense black hair.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Another similar monster rushed out from inside

the cathedral. It had the build of an ordinary human and two eyes, but

the surface of its body was similarly covered with short black hair that

resembled a beast's.

"A degenerate town that has been completely corrupted..." Colin sighed

as he faced one of the monsters.

Derrick, Haim, and Joshua also took up battle positions in a bid to fend

off the remaining monster.

The Future continued cruising in peace before encountering a brief night

once more.

After Klein entered the dream world, he found himself back in his

original position---by Admiral of Stars Cattleya's side.

He was just about to look at the projection of the Giant King's Court on

the opposite side of the mountain to seek out more possible clues when

he suddenly heard Cattleya ask heavily while hugging her knees.

"Have you met her?"

Klein acknowledged tersely without hiding the truth.

Cattleya pursed her lips and asked, "She's on the ship?"

"Yes." Klein turned his head and looked at Admiral of Stars as he said

in passing, "You have very deep feelings for her."

Cattleya's expression wasn't as lost and dazed as before. Biting her

lips, she said in a self-deprecating manner, "That's right.

"I was by her side before I was three. Heh heh. That's what they say,

but I no longer have any actual memories of that.

"She taught me, and she held me by the hand as we adventured. She

watched me grow up. To me, she's my captain and my teacher, as well...

as well as my mother..."

As Cattleya spoke, she suddenly fell silent.