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Chapter 1323. Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist!
All members of the Twilight Organization have a special status of "Twilight Servant", which makes them untraceable.

Whether it was through prophecy spells, or through the tracking of the chaotic aura, or even the "Eye of the Overlord" monitoring program that Murphy unlocked in the "Glamour Isle and the Black Grail DLC", it was impossible to capture the traces of these guys' activities in the material world in the first place.

This fully proves that the extreme cult organization Dusk has very clever thinking patterns.

Perhaps when Master Steiner decided to form such an organization a hundred years ago, he had already confirmed the absolute truth that "only those who are alive can have output". He shared the blessing of original sin with the members he recruited in such a partial but practical way, resulting in their leaders having little enhancement from the power of chaos, which only protected them from being caught by the heroes of order when they were doing bad things.

Another point of black humor is that although each of the major leaders of Dusk has his own "reasons for destroying the world", the power they use is basically acquired through their own practice, and it is rare to see a situation like Dagon drawing power directly from the warp.

This also indirectly shows that even the cultists who believe in annihilationism are well aware of the harm of being too much exposed to the filth of chaos.

Up to now, the struggle between Murphy and Dusk has entered its final moments. The important factions such as the Lord of Hunting, Source, Mamluk the King of Wrathful Spirits and his grandson, Dagon, etc. have all been eliminated one by one by the Chosen One of the Creator. Coupled with the all-weather deterrence of the Scepter of God, the once powerful Dusk has been forced into an embarrassing situation where it can only lurk in deeper shadows.

However, no matter how strict the external defense is, there will always be problems, especially when members of the organization have made up their minds to betray and defect. No matter how wise the blessing is, it cannot prevent the secrets from being leaked.

At this moment, in the secret room of the Blood Eagle Corridor of the Scarlet Castle, Countess Margaret, codenamed "Nun", was undergoing an interrogation without torture. It was personally supervised by the Grand Duke of Blood Eagle and the Scarlet Archon. Outside the door, the Grand Duke's guards led by Bonnie were on duty to ensure that this conversation tonight would not be known to anyone else.

Margaret's expression was quite painful at this time.

There are many scars on her cheeks, neck and wrists, but they were not caused by abuse but by herself when she was purified in the suppression device. The countess's memory still remains at the moment when she prayed to Murphy. At that time, she realized that she was gradually swallowed up by the chaotic power growing from his body, and then she lost her memory.

Murphy rescued her.

This seems to be different from the ruthless style of the Chosen Ones of Creation towards all Chaos believers, but considering Margaret's special identity and the special situation, it is worth giving her a break.

Murphy had come into contact with this countess before, especially during the time in the Songhai Empire. He even had several meals with the red-haired beauty, and he did not notice anything unusual about her even when they were so close, which shows that this countess was indeed "clean".

She is not a chaos user.

"Thanks."

Margaret slumped in the chair. She could still recall the pain she felt when she was on the verge of death. When she closed her eyes, she could feel the malice of chaos engulfing her body.

It was like being swallowed from the legs up by a slimy python.

She lost her physical perception and her mind became dull, as if another world was unfolding before her eyes, distorting her perception of the material world. The decorations in the surroundings that should have been the vampire's secret room appeared distorted and dirty in front of her eyes, and even phantom eyes and sharp teeth grew in the halo of the bright gas lamps.

This is probably the world seen by people who have been swallowed by chaos. No wonder those cultists all have such a strong desire for self-destruction and destruction. It would be strange if they didn't go crazy after watching such scattered things all day long.

"If you are worried about the remnants of Chaos, I would tell you, don't be afraid."

Tris sensed that the Countess's mind was on the verge of collapse, and she said:
"The Chaos Devouring in your body caused by breaking the oath of secrecy has been cleared by Little Murphy. The various anomalies at this time are just the sequelae of Chaos pollution. They will weaken with the passage of time, but some of the sequelae will accompany you for the rest of your life.

I think this is a necessary punishment, a warning to all those who are able to do so to stay away from Chaos.

But I am curious, as the leader of Twilight, how do you maintain this 'purity'? Judging from your reaction now, I can confirm that you have not been tainted by even the slightest bit of Chaos power before. "

“It’s because of the mentor’s protection.”

Margaret explained in a weak voice, as if she knew everything:

"My mentor, Master Myreddin, has been secretly protecting me. This protection is not only out of his duty as a mentor, but also out of his guilt. He has always felt guilty for dragging me, who should have stayed out of it, into this crazy situation.

I.
I know it sounds hypocritical of me to say this, but for a long time I didn’t have a choice.”

The Countess seemed to recall the sad past. She couldn't help but put her hands over her eyes. In this vulnerable moment of mental trauma, she no longer pretended. Under the gaze of Tris, she said in a hoarse voice in the most authentic manner:

“I was only nineteen when all this happened.

At that time, I was just a silly girl immersed in psychic knowledge, and I was powerless to resist the mentor's choice.

He didn't want me to be too deeply involved in such things, so he kept me in charge of the logistics of Dusk until we accidentally resurrected the crazy old Bach in the Greenhouse of Life. I was sent to collect intelligence all over the continent. When Yuan, the slave owner and the countess joined one after another, I became even more marginalized.

Around 1075 AD, when my mentor realized that the military reforms of the Kingdom of Sealand might cause drastic changes on the continent, he sent me to the Sachs region to keep me away from the core of Dusk.

There, I used the pseudonym "Margaret" and found the story of the Lorraine family in the pile of old papers. That family was related to the Sealand royal family, which made it easier for me to participate in the politics of the Sealanders.

Then I met young Louis.

At first, he did approach with a purpose, but soon the old king was assassinated by the Isa people. Louis was forced to raise an army for revenge and defeated the seemingly invincible Isa Kingdom in a whirlwind. Everything happened naturally after that.

I have lived on this land for so long, as if I were born and raised here, as if I were really just Margaret, and my short but complicated life as Aurora was just a terrible and absurd dream on a midsummer night!
Especially after my daughter was born, Your Excellency.

Every day as I watch her grow up I realize what a foolish decision I made in the past. If I could go back to the night when I was nineteen years old and witnessed my mentor being bewitched in the Land of Holy Blood, I would definitely rush up to him and slap him in the face to wake him up.

But I can't go back!

I can only try my best to keep my secret, not let my husband notice my abnormality, protect my daughter in my arms, not let her see the ugliest side of the world, and don't want her to know that her mother is one of the ugliest things.

I swear!
I really didn't participate in the Ring Tower's astral tearing of Cadman City. The faction I formed in the Plantagenet Kingdom was just a purely profit-driven group, and many of them didn't even know that their leader was a member of the Dusk.

Brigadier General Fraser's investigation report can prove my innocence.

I've tried really hard to distance myself from them."

"Well, that's miserable."

Tris responded with a disinterested and indifferent attitude:
"But you are guilty, Margaret, you are a sinner. The damage caused by collecting all kinds of scum from the mainland and sending them to the New World over the past few years is enough to stain your hands with blood. You are not clean.
You know this yourself!
You should have been left to rot in a dark corner like other sinners, forgotten by the world, Sister.

Now you have a valuable opportunity to gain a little equity, so before we start really talking to you, speak up.

Say everything you need to say and try to get leniency!"

"I"

Margaret, whose mind was in a state of confusion at this time, instinctively wanted to defend herself, but she soon realized that it was pointless to play tricks in front of Tris.

As early as the dinner party in the Songhai Empire, the vampire duke openly admitted that she had the ability to read minds.

So, at this moment, the Countess lowered her head as if she were sitting on an invisible "confessional chair" and said in a hoarse voice:
“My original name is Aurora de Dubari. I am a disciple of Master Myreddin, the former master of the Tower of Purification of the Ring Tower. My parents were both high-ranking members of the Tower of Purification and died in the Second Night War caused by the Blood Eagle and Blood Fear Clan. Master Myreddin adopted me and found that I had an outstanding talent for purification psychic energy, so he carefully cultivated me.

I have a very good relationship with him. After my parents passed away, my mentor became my only family. Before the outbreak of the Fourth Black Plague, I participated in an operation with my mentor to observe abnormal psychic tides deep in the Dark Mountains. It was during that operation that my mentor was captured by Master Steiner due to a series of coincidences.
That’s when I became a member of Twilight.”

"He is generally correct, has nothing to hide, has a good attitude towards confession, and is a smart enough soul."

Tris, the judge, looked at the Countess in front of her and said:
"But think about your daughter who is already in danger. The sooner you confess, the more likely you are to return to her side and protect her. So, ma'am, get to the point! You know what we want to hear."

"I will tell you. I will not hide anything about the origins of me, Meredin, and Dusk."

The Countess was recovering. She used her willpower to fight against the sequelae of Chaos pollution. Amidst waves of splitting headaches, she spoke faster:
"At the end of that expedition, we encountered a strange gnoll in the area now known as the Broken Tooth Heights. You can guess that it was Philip, the Bone-Gnawing King who later caused a stir.

That cunning and vicious gnoll mistook us for a group of travelers. When the mentor asked it about the unusual situation nearby, it deliberately led us to a place of creation in the gray desert. Its original intention was to use some of the Creator's relics in our hands to open that place of creation and seek some benefits. However, the mentor did not fall for it and erased our traces to avoid being followed by the gnoll.

However, as a psychic who was curious about the unknown, he could not resist the temptation of mystery. We stepped in, and there was a 'tomb'.

The tomb of Archbrother Steiner!
Do not!
To be more precise, that small place of creation was once the office of the secret department of the Eden District, and Secret Senator Steiner hid one of his Horcruxes there.

His body has vanished into thin air, Your Excellency. A thousand years have buried the life of that madman but have not been able to drown his ambition. Before his death he had cut open his soul, as you can verify from Sir Ferdinand, who was also deeply affected by it.

I guess the process by which the old knight was persecuted by Steiner was exactly the same as what happened to my mentor. Both of them touched something that shouldn't be touched in the wrong place.

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Sadly, the old jazz has been struggling, and my mentor.
He is stronger but also more vulnerable.

He is strong enough to face the world's doubts, but even the most determined person will collapse when the world he protects is proven to be built on errors from the source.

Especially when Steiner, in order to convince him to accept help from Original Sin, directs us to another location in the Gray Desert.

The place sealed with holy blood!

A place guarded by the Mad Blood Clan."

Margaret sighed, and as Trish narrowed her eyes, she continued:
"It was there that Steiner used the contaminated civilization tablet of the Mad Blood Clan to reveal to the mentor the secrets of a thousand years ago, about the Eden Zone, about the Creator, about original sin, and the birth of this world.

I was only nineteen years old at the time and watched the whole process.

I still don’t know why my mentor chose to accept Steiner’s invitation, but I know that night was the starting point of all the problems and the beginning of the birth of the Twilight organization.

But we are not the destroyers created by Steiner, it’s not that simple!
Although Steiner has died long ago, he has been in contact with members of the secret department hidden all over the world. In the past, these guys who were unwilling to be lonely also tried to carry out similar actions. They had a clear enough inheritance of world destruction, but repeated failures made the number of those lunatics thousands of years ago dwindle.

There is also a terrifying killer stalking and hunting them in secret.

Although all the attempts of the Secret Department to destroy the world in the past thousand years have failed, the activeness of those guys in one era after another has indeed provided Dusk with unimaginable resources.

Do you understand?
The era before us has developed to its present stage under the watchful eyes of those annihilators, who sow the seeds of chaos in every era, and ultimately these seeds are inherited by Dusk.

We have vast resources at our disposal in every corner of the world, and we have spies in every force in the Old Continent.

That is the accumulation of time from the past thousand years. Many of them have been serving the mysterious department hidden in the shadows since their ancestors, and now, they continue to serve Dusk under the guidance of the ancient tradition. They don’t even know that their execution of every order is helping the expansion of Dusk’s power.

You and Mr. Murphy are not just fighting against the dusk, you are fighting against the consequences of the outbreak of one trigger after another that has been buried over the past thousand years.

As for the ultimate purpose of dusk.
Steiner wants to enter the Heart of the World!
Madam Tracey, he wanted to grab the "truth" left by the Creator there, which was a blessing that could allow a mortal to cross the boundary between man and God in an instant. He longed to drink the truth, realize his ambition to become a god, and at the same time call for original sin, to disintegrate this world blessed by the Creator from the very source, and correct what he thought was a wrong era to the right track.

He thinks the Creator is a loser.

The arrogant him will take on the role of the creator in the ashes of this era and rebuild a so-called "perfect era" with his own hands.

To achieve this goal, Steiner can give everything, but the Heart of the World has its own protection system, and the think tank department of the Sentinel Corps is guarding it.

He simply couldn't break through.

His actions in the tiankeng city were to disintegrate the think tank sentinels. He had already done it. As long as he held any registered civilization slate, he could enter it openly.

The worst part is, as a former councillor for Eden, he has plenty of that stuff.”

The Countess raised her head and looked at Trish. She said sincerely:

"This is all that a marginal person like me knows. I am willing to assist you in clearing out the other branches of Twilight that still exist on the continent. My years of hiding have made me familiar with those complicated factions and forces. I also know several places on the continent where Twilight hides the Creator's artifacts, but after Lord Murphy formatted those forces, those places were sealed.

I am willing to serve you.

As I said earlier, I will do anything for you if it means I can get my daughter back."

Under the gaze of Tris and Miriam, Countess Margaret moved her body with difficulty and knelt at Tris's feet in a prostration posture.

She slammed her forehead on the ground, again and again, letting the blood flow out.

The thumping sound was like an echo from the past, representing the end of a secret that lasted for more than a hundred years.

She begged:

"I know that everyone has to pay the price for their choices, and I know that one day I will also have to accept the necessary judgment for the past I carry. I know that I may not be able to leave here alive.

But I beg you, if I am destined to die here today, please don’t let my daughter know all this, so that I can live in the memory of my daughter and husband as a qualified mother. "

Tris looked at Countess Margaret crying at her feet. During this frank conversation, the listening power of desire was never closed from beginning to end. If this guy had the slightest concealment, Tris would send her to where she should go without hesitation.

However.
"It's hard to imagine that a filthy place like Dusk could give birth to a 'white lotus' like you. I'm not interested in the changes in your mental journey, but at least you did say what you should say and didn't hide anything."

Trish took a step back and said:
“I can sense the desire to protect your daughter in your heart. That is the mentality and instinct that a mother should have, but I didn’t expect that you actually have love for a prodigal like King Louis.

Judging from your age, you were already nineteen years old before the fourth black disaster broke out. Now you are more than qualified to be King Louis' grandmother. Hmm... No wonder little Murphy and King Louis can reach such a wonderful agreement on some wonderful things.

They both have a strange liking for older women."

The Blood Eagle Duke made a very harsh comment, then pouted at Miriam beside him and said:
"I've finished asking questions, it's your turn. As for the trial, she will get the trial she deserves. I confirm that."

(End of this chapter)