The Magician of Clow

Chapter 1509 Interlude: From Light Gold to Wine Red
The following night, underground at the Night Bureau.

The portal slowly closed.

Even with the stealth mode activated, the Night Angel couldn't hide it. The 'vulgar idiot' ultimately couldn't leave safely tonight, and after a truly horrific scene...

As a figure bound like a rice dumpling was thrown back into the hut with a "Ah~",
The massive mechanical miniature city finally quieted down again.

Beneath the nearly 100-meter-long, colossal "Night Tour," only the figure of the girl in the black and white dress remained, staring at the spot where the young man had disappeared.
Thinking of the other person's hopelessly stupid appearance just now, he snorted, still seemingly still angry.
Then, after letting out a long sigh and realizing she was alone, she resumed her aloof demeanor and began to walk.

I began to recall and organize everything I had confirmed with that young man that evening.

Thinking about the humanoid designation that infiltrated reality, about the unknown dark energy experiments, about the Society's divine descent plan, and about the mysteries of the past night that will ignite.
The light blonde girl walked quietly among the futuristic machines, and as she looked up at 'Wandering Night' with her light blonde eyes, she inadvertently recalled her confrontation with that young man in the dark world that night.

She knew that the silly look on his face wasn't the real him.

In that instant, the image of seeing that young man from her past adult form, a stranger, uncontrollably flashed through the girl's mind at the top of the tower at midnight that night.

He sat atop the tower in the wind, his hair flying wildly, his dark eyes burning with intense gold.
He pursued his desires with the ferocity of night combat, disregarding gains and losses, danger and uncertainty. At that moment, the calm will in his eyes shone like the shimmering gold of his night-weather robes behind him.
Burning brightly in the vast night.

My desire tells me I want to save them.

Ling knew that was his true self.

I recall him sitting atop the tower, talking about handling matters he didn't understand, about the limitations he saw in reality, and about the wider world he witnessed, including the black market and taverns.
During this period of hibernation, in the time I was not by his side...
How much has this North American event changed him? How much has it helped him grow?
Recalling their first encounter, the young man had transformed, as if emerging from a cocoon.
With each event, with each of those 'coincidences,' he was rapidly changing and growing.

When talking about her impression of "Night Will Burn," Ling didn't mention something.
In some ways, they are very similar.

Therefore, the more I witnessed that young man's growth, the more I felt a certain part of my heart being gripped.
In an instant, as if a night breeze had blown by, the girl, lost in thought, seemed to stand once again atop the Starfall Tower, her light golden hair fluttering and brushing against her eyes.
In the sea of ​​lights at night, I watched the young man sitting on the edge, chuckling softly, his black hair and clothes fluttering as he blended into the darkness.

Ling worried that one day he would end up like Ye Jiangran. But just as these thoughts were creeping in, a scene from the earlier purge suddenly flashed through her mind—it was someone being grabbed by the back of the neck, trying to cover it up with their 'excuses':
'But Your Majesty, haven't I returned as promised?'

And like a prelude, this sentence, when it surfaced, stirred up memories deep within. It was here, here, that the young man, holding his own whispered words, let them flow from the memories of before this period of dormancy.
Let's make a new agreement.

No matter what happens in the future, I will definitely come back.

When she recalled the promise he had made to her, the feeling of being gripped tightly in her heart eased slightly, and the girl with light golden hair let out a soft hum when she was alone.
Some thoughts inadvertently drift into one's heart, and some feelings quietly flow when one is alone in the dead of night.

But just as the girl was lost in her thoughts,
A silent report came from the security system of the underground hangar, and the figure in the black and white gothic dress's eyes flickered slightly.

After confirming what it was about, the next second, she lightly waved her long sleeves, and the mental projection rippled and reformed like waves on water.

The girl's silhouette stretched and lengthened, eventually returning to the tall, aloof adult figure she had in the daytime.

She raised her pale gold, stern gaze and looked toward the entrance gate.

Not long after, the doors of the Nightwalker slid open to the sides, and a figure stepped into this underground miniature city.

Ling had anticipated this, after all, she had fully recovered from this hibernation, and a top-tier A-rank being who had returned to her peak had too many implications.

She then looked at the figure that had entered.

That was a tall figure comparable to hers, her long legs creating a breathtaking stride, exuding maturity, strength, and competence with a honed sharpness.
Her long, slightly wavy, wine-red hair was neatly tied up, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could be described as breathtaking.

Ye Sheng stopped and looked at the figure in the hangar. Her voice echoed clearly in the empty metal space:
"I apologize for disturbing you so late at night, Your Excellency Youye."

　[Okay, I know it's short. I originally wanted to post it together with the next main chapter, but I can't finish writing the rest today, so I'll post this one first. I'll update when I'm done.] After much deliberation, I still feel that there needs to be a transitional chapter to conclude Ling's story. Directly connecting to the everyday atmosphere would be too abrupt. I really didn't have the energy to say anything else at the end of last month. Actually, I have a lot to say about Ling's story. Looking back, 1. My biggest feeling is that Ling's story is a bit too long. Compared to the previous parts, perhaps due to my subjective bias, when writing a specific part, I really felt like I neglected the overall picture. I feel that being more concise might have been better. But looking back at how stuck I was before, I feel that it's good enough that I was able to write it at all. 2. Secondly, I feel that some parts of Ling's story really need to be streamlined. I felt that every part was necessary, and before I knew it, I had written so much. 3. Also, thinking back to the very beginning, before Ling's story started, I was at a loss, anxiously walking around in the freezing cold thinking about how to write it. Haha, it really was another difficult and painful phase. Although the beginning was extremely difficult, I managed to manage it in the end, which is really great (tears streaming down my face). 4. I really poured my heart and soul into those interlude panels. I had long envisioned the day when the fully-formed Queen would clash with Fang Ran. Writing them was incredibly difficult, hidden between the lines. I actually designed a super elaborate new weapon for 'Youye'. As a writer, I don't have enough words. But with these, it's enough for 2,000 words. Since updating is me writing for you guys to see, does this and chatting in the group count as my updates?
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