At the border of the third floor of No. 6 Saint Teresa Square, as the black wind whistled out, Miss Carina was at the front, protecting Tifa and Luvia behind her. The three of them simultaneously gained the same spirit rune, Black Whisper - Death.
And behind the door, in the place known as true death, a light that shouldn't have appeared appeared.
It was a warm fire, and the crackling sound was soothing. The three ladies in Tobesk also saw the scene behind the door.
They couldn't see the starlit waters, but they could see the bonfire and the people sitting around it. Luvia and Miss Carina were both surprised:
"Why are there so many people? Can anyone enter this place?"
The sound of the door opening also attracted the attention of the people sitting around the campfire.
"Xia De, why is it that only you are completely clear, while everyone else is just a blurry shadow?"
Miss Carina asked again, and Shade stood up with a smile:
"It doesn't matter who these are. It's really nice to see you now though, good evening."
He smiled and waved, and the witch did not ask about the identities of the others, but breathed a sigh of relief:
"Detective, you really know how to cause trouble for me. You actually come to a place like this. Is this the end? I'm still waiting for your story."
“It’s not over yet, but it’s almost over.”
He motioned for everyone to get up and leave.
However, once Shade left, the already weak "Tree Kiss" bonfire would immediately go out. He no longer had the power to open the maze again, and the church's "Holy Tree Mark" would take on all the sealing tasks.
"Good evening."
Iluna also greeted her teacher, and when Miss Karina heard the voice, she realized that Iluna was also here.
Iluna looked outside the door and asked hesitantly:
"Where will we end up after we leave here? St. Teresa's Square? What about Fort Midhill?"
"Don't worry. Although I don't know how this door opened in Shade's house, due to the nature of Death's Door, we have to go back to where we came from. Of course, we can choose to return to St. Teresa's Square."
said the priest, who knew the door well.
Iluna was relieved now, and the witch urged from outside:
"Hurry up, leave this door open for a little longer. I'm worried that when Shad gets home, his house will really become a haunted place. Detective, are you really not considering moving?"
"We are not considering moving for now... Iluna, hurry up, you still have to hold a ceremony and then face the final battle at Midhill Castle."
"What ceremony?"
The witch outside the door asked, and Luvia behind her widened her eyes slightly. She also understood:
"Iluna is the fourth candidate?"
"What? Can the same person inherit two identities?"
Miss Carina turned to look at her.
"Of course, one identity can only belong to one person, but Iluna can obtain some of the power. The Chosen One of Death is the second candidate. This has been decided... It was not decided by me, but by the nun."
Sister Defulin, who had not yet stood up from the campfire, smiled and shook her head slightly, but unfortunately Shad didn't see it.
Iluna stood in front of Shade, and Shade solemnly handed the Night's Watcher in his hand to her and looked into her somewhat nervous eyes:
"Take this and defeat the undead aggregate formed in the narrow space. When the church carries out the final steps of the 'Trace of the Sacred Tree', you hold this sword and act as the final executor of the ritual. Leaving this sword at the core of the ritual can maximize the effectiveness of the ritual. Although it will not seal the narrow space permanently, it can at least extend the seal for a hundred years."
He patted Iluna's shoulder, and the girl with long brown hair asked:
"Give me this sword, you..."
"I am exhausted today and do not want to participate in the battle against the undead anymore, so you will do it. Iluna Beas, you are the chosen one, aren't you?"
Shade said with a smile, pretending to be relieved. Then, he gave the bone whistle left by the nun after burning Barton's body to Iluna:
"The sustenance of the ancient god's power of death. Take this. I'm very curious about the function of this whistle."
Iluna nodded seriously, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Shade's cheek with a blushing face:
"You don't have to do everything, Shade. I'll take care of it this time."
She hurriedly walked towards the opened stone door, as if she was afraid that others would see her blushing face. However, Iluna did not appear at the border of Saint Teresa's Square behind the door, but went to the narrow church.
"Don't forget, after this is over, you have to follow me to the cult's headquarters."
Sister Devereine stood up and told the story for the third time.
"Okay Sister, go quickly, the status of the chosen one of death is yours."
The nun nodded slightly to Shade, picked up the kerosene lamp that had no flame, and touched her eye mask:
"This is an ornament made of the mithril of the ancient Death Cult."
She waited for a moment, calculated the time, walked towards the gate, and then disappeared.
The third priest to stand up was Augustus. He came to Shade's side, holding the severed arm in his hand.
"Detective, don't always get involved in dangerous things like this. Although young people are energetic, they also need to pay attention to safety. You see, if I hadn't helped you this time, you would have been in danger."
The old man put his pipe into his arms:
"Then we'll see you in Tobesk. I expect to be back at the end of this month and will bring you souvenirs."
Calculating that it was almost time for the first two people to leave, he patted Xia De's shoulder and walked towards the door.
Shad finally looked at Joy Barton and Ms. Marilyn Handel, who were standing up with each other's help.
"You will go with me to Tobesk, and then leave from Tobesk."
They had all entered death through the narrow natural cathedral, but now they certainly could not go back from there.
"grateful... ... "
Mr. Barton started to speak, but Shade interrupted him:
“Don’t thank me, everything has a price.
Even if we help you revive this lady, the curse of death will haunt you for the rest of your life. The numbness of your soul and the fragility of your body will make you gradually realize that living is not a good thing. All mortals will die one day, and you can only make the process more meaningful. But I hope that when you come back here again..."
Xia De pointed to the ground:
"... ... Don't regret your decision today."
Mr. Barton bowed deeply. He was no longer a short, deformed child, but looked more and more normal. Having lost his identity as the chosen one, it seemed that his soul had also gotten rid of all the influences of his previous life:
"No matter what, Watson... Mr. Hamilton, you are the most important friend in my life."
"But you're not my friend anymore."
Shade said, noticing that the bonfire at his feet had gone out:
"Remember to do more good deeds, maybe for twenty years, maybe thirty years, maybe even fifty years. One day, I will go find you. If you are still alive, then you can tell me what you have done over the years."
Mr. Barton's spirit holds Miss Handel's hand:
"Besides meeting her, the luckiest thing in my life is probably meeting you."
"No need for such polite words. When you get to my house, go and tell the ladies of my family the story of tonight. Then, stay away from all this and the disputes. I wish you good luck, and I hope you don't return to this beach too soon."
"That's Joey Barton. Aren't they enemies? Why did it become a sad opera?"
The witch outside the door asked Luvia suspiciously, and the purple-eyed girl shook her head:
"But judging from Xia De's expression, is he going to do something big tonight?"
"It's nothing serious. I have to go to Midhill Castle and look for two people in real life."
As Shade spoke, he also stepped out of the Gate of Death, followed by Ms. Handel and the undead she was leading. Both of them had gray lines on their bodies, which were the marks of the curse.
The stone gate closed behind them, but the loss of control of the relics caused by the invasion of death and the unrest in the entire border area were far from over.
If not handled properly, Number 6 St. Teresa's Square might become uninhabitable.
(Dorothy is working on her manuscript...)
Midhill Castle, the narrow gap between life and death, in the thick fog, a strong wind suddenly blew.
The nearly crazy evil spirits in the narrow space, carrying the elements of horrible whispers, launched a final attack on the three passages. But as this strange wind appeared almost simultaneously from the foot and the mountainside, the undead spirits actually stopped their actions.
Afterwards, no matter whether they were in the narrow space or in reality, everyone saw two pure white light pillars, one after the other, falling from the sky. Even the thick fog could not cover up their color, and even the whispering elements could not cover up the miraculous power that was almost materialized and originated from the ancient gods.
The resurrected Iluna Beas walked out of the natural church in the narrow space, and Sister Defulin holding the fire also walked out of the passage on the mountainside.
The pure white beam of light enveloped them, as if transparent feathers were falling on the ground. Under the gaze of the church's ring wizards, witches, and everyone in Midhill Castle who could look up at the sky, thirteen golden dots of light appeared in the misty sky.
"The Ritual of the Chosen... But wasn't Beias already in balance... Hmm? Why is there a pillar of light on the mountain? And it appeared later than here? Hmm? Why did Beias fall to the ground? Isn't it a ritual?"
Mr. Landau, the twelve-ring sorcerer of the Peace Church, asked in surprise.
"The Ceremony of the Chosen One... It's Defulin indeed. Although the Spiritual Cult does not belong to the Council, this time the Council finally... Hmm? Why is there still a pillar of light at the foot of the mountain? And it's earlier than here, huh? Why did the light at the foot of the mountain go out again?"
Miss Aurora asked with some surprise to Grandma Cassandra who looked up at the side.
The dazzling golden color burst out from Sister Develyn on the hillside of the narrow Xikar Mountain. The nun lifted her feet off the ground and rose into the air in the beam of light. She opened her arms, and the huge eleven-ring brass ring behind her shone with the golden aura.
The pure white light column gradually turned into a golden color, and the thirteen light points of the ritual array merged with the life ring behind it. The brass wheel ring became blurred in the high-speed rotation, leaving only the thirteen stable light points. Then, in the almost chaotic brilliance, the thirteen light points distributed in a circle gathered inward, forming a sickle-shaped pattern.
The golden shock wave spread around, and the light spot was hidden in the life ring. The original brass life ring now transformed into a dark golden sickle.
It was as if a force came from eternity, a force originating from an even more ancient era. At this moment, it swept across the entire narrow space with the mountainside as the center.
The chosen one of death officially completed the ceremony. Although the story was not particularly perfect, it still represented the third section of "Whispering Poems" and brought it to a complete end.
Miss Aurora swung her long hair and looked at Sister Defulin who was gradually falling to the ground in the wind. A smile appeared on the face of the heroic witch:
"So what about the True God Church? The Truth Society is just a bunch of clowns. It seems that the winner this time is the Parliament. Sister, after the next battle is over, let's talk about the in-depth cooperation between the Spiritual Cult and the Witch Parliament. Haven't you always wanted to see the real parliament?"