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Chapter 741 The Guidance Never Ended
The top of the Roses Royal Castle.

In the distance, you can see the location of a circular observatory built of rough stones, where a tall woman stands against the vast starry sky.

The scene is quite poetic.

And the moon, at this moment, hangs at the farthest point in the sky.

Yes, although the dream world has no sun, and all the light and warmth come from the floating light, the moon and stars do exist, and they are clearer than they can be seen in the waking world.

...

Princess Rose stood quietly under the cold light of the stars and moon; her silhouette appeared somewhat lonely, but more so serene.

Upon reaching the top floor, Milo's first noticeable feature was an intricate totem on the openwork window at the back, resembling the tip of a clock tower.

It does not belong to any temple or religious order.

It doesn't seem to be an emblem symbolizing the status of the Rus' royal family.

It was a pattern formed by several clusters of stars coming together.

If Milo remembers correctly, that's the shape of the Pleiades star cluster in the Taurus Open Cluster.

To confirm this, he turned to look at the sky.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that I no longer have the level of naked-eye vision that is at the level of Shadow, and the Pleiades star cluster is not of high magnitude, so it is almost impossible to observe its existence with the naked eye without the aid of equipment.

...

"Seraino".

Princess Ross's passionate voice came from behind.

This resolved Milo's confusion:

"The Serraino Library, considered the greatest temple by Ross scholars, is located on one of the stars in the Pleiades. Would you like to go up to the clock tower and take a look?"

"No, no, no."

Milo shook his head.

After saying all this, they turned around, and Milo, Freya, and the princess officially met.

This was the least princess-like dress Milo had ever seen. She was also wearing the scholar's robe that everyone in Russia wore, with a shawl and a very understated, cold color.

Even such simple attire could not conceal her charisma; everything contained in her brows and eyes made words like "beauty" seem utterly inadequate.

It was a beauty that combined a profound scholarly air with an outstanding appearance that was extremely incongruous with her age, yet it did not seem out of place at all, nor did it have a classy feel that kept people at a distance.

"So why don't you sit down first?"

The princess looked at Milo.

Milo looked at Freya and found that she had casually sat down on the bench on the moon-viewing platform at some point, and was seriously studying the series of snacks and pastries on the stone table.

“Alright.” Milo shook his head, then snapped his fingers, creating a brief burst of intense heat, but no flames appeared.

"You said you knew the reason."

The princess slowly sat down, gently pushing several of her favorite pastries in front of Freya, gesturing for her to try them. Then, she looked up at Milo with unhurried ease and replied, "It's humanity."

“I don’t understand.” Milo squinted.

The princess poured tea for Freya like an older sister, even though Freya was a head taller than her.

"The dark side of fire can burn everything, using fear as fuel, but its gentle side is different. Just like the relationship between shadow and light, the gentle fire burns away humanity."

...

"You mean I'm inhuman?"

Milo sat down and, without any ceremony, snatched a piece of pastry that Freya had just taken a bite out of and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The princess nodded earnestly and replied, "Yes."

He then added, "What do you think it is that makes a crybaby persist for so many years?"

“…” Milo shrugged.

The princess continued, "It is love, his love for the Cold Atomic Citizens."

"Fake is fine too?" Milo muttered.

That sealed illusion, which forced the Crybaby to endure self-immolation, wasn't it just a false illusion created by the Hooked Finger Temple? The real Lengyuan had long since fallen apart.

“You’re just arguing forcefully, but you’ve already agreed with me in your heart.” The princess gave Milo a knowing look.

Before Milo could speak, she added as if she had known it all along, answering Milo's question before he could even ask: "Isn't love the most genuine part of human nature?"

“Who knows?” Milo shook his head.

He began to feel that the princess of this so-called scholarly kingdom was no different from a religious charlatan, relying solely on her cryptic and deceptive rhetoric.

However, just as Milo patted Freya on the shoulder, signaling her to prepare to return home, the princess calmly uttered another sentence that made Milo's eyes narrow.

She said:

"The city you are looking for is on the islands of the South Wind Sea, a cold and gloomy city born for dreams."

"Furthermore, those weary souls from the conscious world did successfully enter this world, but something unexpected happened when they were crossing the world barrier..."

...

Whoosh!
In just a moment.

The princess's delicate, fair neck was already in Milo's hands.

In her clear, deep blue eyes, the face that had once been a shadow was close at hand, speaking in an extremely cold and low voice, word by word:
"say clearly."

...

Crystalline tears slid down the princess's cheeks.

But she didn't cry; instead, a smile that seemed to be both painful and joyful spread across her face, and her voice began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry...it didn't tell me all the details...I'm sorry..."

"What is it?" Milo did not loosen his grip.

Until the princess gasped and uttered that familiar name:
"The Golden Law...the eye of thought."

...Is it the Eye of Thinking again?
Milo was a little confused.

First, it was Joan Byrne who first mentioned that gloomy city, and this information came from the Eye of Thinking.

Now, out of nowhere, a princess from the Ross dynasty has appeared, relaying the Eye of Thought's message once again, informing them that the Cold City of Milo is located in the archipelago of the Southern Wind Sea…

It was also said that the people from the conscious world encountered an accident when they entered the dream world…

But neither of them explained it clearly.

What exactly does it want?
...

In Milo's memory, the last survivors of the conscious world were all powerful Chaos Visions, with the new Nightmare Emma by his side, and even Theon the Elder was there. Just how great a threat would it have to be to be considered an accident?
What happened to them after the accident?
Feeling inexplicably agitated, Milo snapped out of his daze and realized that the princess he was holding was rolling her eyes, so he quickly released her neck.

The frail woman slumped onto the stone table, half-asleep. Far from showing any fear, she crawled slowly toward Milo, tilting her head back and pleading with him to grasp her neck again.

"Please don't let go...please..."

...

Freya, resting her chin on her hand, calmly watched this scene that was not suitable for children.

...

The truth is, Princess Rose was not in a good mood.

Mixed within it was not only the will from the Eye of Thinking, but also the traces of another familiar soul.

"As promised by that lord... the era of the Ross royal family awaits your arrival..."

"She promised... that we would receive your favor and blessings..."

"Everything in your mind... wonderful truths... mysteries of the universe..."

“I am your most loyal offspring… that is the oath made between the Red-Robed Lord and my ancestors…”

"Please take away my humanity..."

"Take my love away."

"My soul, my body, everything I am belongs to you..."

"Aha..."

...

The princess slowly crept towards Milo.

Her body writhed and trembled beneath her rough scholar's robe, accompanied by soft panting breaths that could arouse the restlessness of any normal man or woman.

...

Freya, standing to the side, was completely unaware that the situation had changed so rapidly.

One second they're politely drinking tea and admiring the moon, the next they're grabbing a princess by the neck and lifting her up, and then suddenly they're calling out in a very pleasant voice? Hmm?

She looked at Milo suspiciously, as if he were a pervert.

But this time Freya really wronged Milo. He didn't control or manipulate Princess Rose at all; she just fell ill on her own, although that might sound a bit illogical.

Freya may not understand Princess Rose's tactful and subtle words, but Milo understood them perfectly.

Aside from the Eye of Thinking, which somehow became a mouthpiece, the other "Red Lord" had already controlled the entire royal family in an earlier era.

The Scarlet Witch.

Who else but her could do something like this?

...

Let's take a look at the people she preached to.

The descendants of the conquerors of the Eastern Forbidden Zone, the weeping ghosts who were tricked and imprisoned by the hooked god, are now a city of scholars obsessed with knowledge.

At least in terms of the choice of believers, one has to admire them.

...

"Hey, hey, hey, if I were going to do that kind of thing, why would I bring you along? Think about it carefully."

Milo shrugged at Freya.

As soon as the meal was finished, the gentle fire that hadn't been seen for a long time burst forth from his palm, floating in the air and burning fiercely.

"Uh?"

Before Milo could even react...

Freya had already fallen asleep, clutching the plate.

...

"Is it really about using humanity as fuel?"

Milo looked curiously at the gentle flame floating in his palm.

"The faith that believers give you is also the most sincere love..." The princess gently rubbed her cheek against Milo's hand.

“That’s true. There are hardly any Chaos Visors left, the world of the Crybaby was just a hoax, and I haven’t been back to the Eastern Forbidden Zone. The ‘humanity’ I possess is almost gone,” Milo muttered to himself.

Princess Rose's pleas never ceased; pitiful tears clung to her eyelashes as she repeated herself over and over:

"Give me your knowledge, and all my love belongs to you."

"I've waited for this day for far too long... I can't take it anymore..."

"My master..."

...

"Didn't that old witch think about what would happen if the next generation of the Ross royal family was a man when she was preaching?"

He gently stroked the princess's lovely jawline with the back of his hand.

I asked a question that the princess had asked not long ago:
"Would you like to go up to the clock tower?"

(End of this chapter)