Chapter 1054: Chapter 392: Why the Banquet Master Died

Aiwass continued to dance with Sasha while keeping a distant eye on Cain and Andrea Walter dancing gracefully under the illumination of the Pure White Candle Master.

“Andrea… what exactly is the Son of the Moon thinking?”

Aiwass furrowed his brow slightly in thought.

She appeared to be like an ardent young girl chasing after her star.

Seizing the rare opportunity to meet the previous incarnation of the Blood Celestial Marshal in the Material Realm, she enthusiastically approached him with fervor.

…But upon closer consideration, something seemed amiss.

From the gossip overheard earlier in the preparation room, Andrea, as the “daughter” of Red Chancellor and one of his most favored lovers, is so fond of Peng Bonazzi that she took the initiative to become the Son of the Moon, even at the cost of falling out with her own biological father, Master Walter.

After becoming the Son of the Moon, she favored Peng Bonazzi even more. Indeed, after Peng Bonazzi’s death, Andrea, normally so averse to arguments, did not hesitate to offend other ascendants in the preparation room, fiercely attacking those she could never actually out-argue.

If it’s said that Enchanting Demon Emma and Count Leipzig both have their own ulterior motives, then Andrea is utterly loyal to Peng Bonazzi. This fervor of hers even feels more sincere than Alfonso, who is Peng Bonazzi’s actual biological son.

Although Aleister’s cloud synchronization of intelligence isn’t done frequently, Aiwass, who is in Sleep in the Holy Nation, would still know the information he should–Peng Bonazzi has a very loyal belief in the Banquet Master.

He looks down upon the Sons of the Moon in both the Narcissus Duchy and the Iris Kingdom.

He considers those Sons of the Moon who worship the Blood Celestial Marshal to be cruel and foolish, lacking the composure and elegance of the Moon’s children, resembling wild beasts in their coarseness… more like the children of a savage Beast Master than the noble Sons of the Eternal Self.

After all, the very nature of Blood Celestial Marshal is exceedingly cruel and fierce, which is why it is not surprising for those Sons of the Moon who follow him to turn out this way.

The saying ‘As above, so below’ exactly captures this.

…And here comes the question.

As the most loyal “daughter” of Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi, why then would Andrea be so enthusiastic about the Blood Celestial Marshal whom Peng Bonazzi disapproves of?

Moreover, as a Fourth Level Transcendent… and considering she does not intend to take part in the Full Moon Ritual due to her lack of acting skill, this indicates that she has independently ascended to this level at least. Meaning she has undergone at least two New Moon Rituals.

Could she really be as foolish and guileless as she appears?

Aiwass sunk into deep contemplation.

At this moment, another person suddenly appeared at his side.

“– Sir, may I have the honor of dancing with you?”

A composed voice reached out.

Glancing aside, Aiwass saw a woman with a brisk short haircut, her right hand placed over her heart, leaning slightly forward, offering Aiwass a gender-neutral courtesy from the Helasal Empire era.

This gesture…

His heart stirred slightly, and with a subtle nod to Sasha, she took the cue to gently release Aiwass’s waist.

As Aiwass danced with the short-haired woman, he distinctly sensed her stiffness.

“Princess, there’s no need to be so nervous.”

Aiwass said in a low voice.

Princess Noel looked at Aiwass somewhat surprised: “I had thought you might figure it out… but I didn’t expect you to do so this quickly, Mr. Sun.”

“– Haven’t you already recognized me though?”

Aiwass chuckled lightly: “Thanks to Mr. Toraro, this ascension ritual is nearly an open book… How shall I address you, Your Highness?”

He could recognize the other party simply because the gesture she performed was too standard and too earnestly executed. This made it highly likely that she was indeed the Princess.

As to whether it was truly her… Since she had clearly recognized him, there was nothing wrong with a bit of pretense on his part.

— For Aiwass never concealed himself.

He made no attempt to hide his contemplative gaze when he looked towards Cain and Andrea.

As a Contributor, he had no need to disguise his identity.

Whether in battle or in solving puzzles, Contributors are relatively the most reliable allies–others might need to conceal themselves, but Aiwass needed to be visible to unite others and leverage numbers to gain an advantage.

As is well known, Priests have no immediate combat power.

While not completely feeble, they are certainly the weakest among the Transcendents of the nine paths at the same Energy Level. Hence, there is no concern of them turning traitor… and the inherent nature of the Path of Devotion wouldn’t allow for such an act anyways.

— Even during the New Moon Ritual, Contributors are comparatively the most reliable collaborators.

“I approached you because I heard you mention ‘Aurum-Stone Knight’,” said Princess Noel as she shook her head slightly. “You can simply call me Noel, Your Grace the Archbishop.”

As she spoke, her gaze also turned to Andrea, who was gracefully dancing: “Do you think there’s something wrong with her?”

“I’m thinking… what her purpose is, and what we should be doing.”

Aiwass’s gaze was steady, his voice low and clear: “Miss Andrea has chosen a path for herself and has already taken action — regardless of where that path leads. And here we are, still dancing… I doubt that this ceremony is meant for us to simply practice dancing here.”

“I have an idea.”

The Princess whispered, “Did you hear it when they said ‘celebrate the death of the Mad Dragon, wish him ascension to heaven’? That Mad Dragon should refer to Cain’s father, who later became the Banquet Master.”

“This is actually not quite right; the timeline is off.”

Aiwass said in a low voice, correcting her: “Sasha became the Banquet Master’s nun after he became an Angel Envoy. It’s only after that Sasha gave birth to Cain. Therefore, there shouldn’t be a Cain of such age at the time of the ‘Mad Dragon’s death’…”

He was still very concerned about all these logical bugs.

Because he knew too much, he was instead unable to sort out the logic.

But the Princess shook her head.

“I truly don’t know about this,” she wasn’t clear on this, so she didn’t focus on it before, “what I’m thinking is… why would they ‘celebrate the heroes’ at a banquet celebrating the ‘death of the Mad Dragon’?

“What exactly did the ‘Mad Dragon’ die for? What is the purpose of all the heroes gathering together? Does that ‘hero’ refer to the Dragon Slayer Hero? But if the Mad Dragon was Cain’s father, why would they celebrate all this?”

The Balancer’s thinking was still clear enough.

Her reasoning was sharp like a knife, indeed providing Aiwass with some enlightenment.

“Could it be that…”

Aiwass pondered, searching for possible answers: “For Celestial Marshals and Angel Envoys, death is not the end of everything, but rather the beginning? Therefore, if the Mad Dragon is killed, it means that the Banquet Master could ascend into the Dream Realm to become an envoy of the Eternal Self, or even a Celestial Marshal? So for him, this could actually be a divine ascension feast…”

“And those ‘heroes’ might be the ones ‘invited’ by the ‘Mad Dragon’ to kill him?”

“Then, does such an event really exist in true history?”

The Princess asked in return.

Aiwass shook his head: “It’s unclear, history does not record precisely how the Banquet Master died.”

“If the history is not clearly recorded, how can you be sure that this is not the true history?”

“Because…”

Just as Aiwass was about to frown and repeat what he had just said, his speech suddenly choked.

…Wait a minute.

History is not clearly recorded?

He suddenly widened his eyes, realizing something.

Could there be a possibility… that these paintings represent a “history that never happened”?

That is to say, there is no “correct answer” at all.

But rather one must create history out of a fog of confusion!

Creating a logical story from this unreasonable painting that can carry everything!

In other words, to actively correct and erase those “incorrect” details!

Then… what else in this banquet is incorrect?

–Cain!

“Ah!”

Just then, Cain, who was dancing with Andrea Walter, suddenly let out a scream of agony.

A scarlet crystal spike pierced from Andrea’s chest, impaling Cain’s chest directly!

She hugged Cain tightly, and a multitude of crimson spikes protruded from her body, instantly turning him into a sieve!

Toxin was injected with the blood, and his skin instantly showed many red patterns.

Andrea gracefully embraced Cain, propped him against the wall, then stepped back two paces. She bowed as if taking a bow after a dance.

“What, did you think,” Andrea whispered maliciously, “that just because you have a pair of red eyes… I wouldn’t recognize that you are not the Son of the Moon?”

In that instant, Aiwass understood why Andrea had taken the initiative to attack.

She sensed that there was no blood of the Son of the Moon inside Cain!