The Emperor’s Angel of Death

This White Deer Princess displayed extraordinary beauty after removing her military attire. Her face was like a bright moon, her eyes like silver stars, her delicately drawn eyebrows were relaxed, and her rosy lips were tightly pursed. The laurel wreath on her head tightly bound her golden hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shimmering with captivating light. A blue ribbon was tied in her hair, swaying with her movements. A sapphire necklace adorned her jade neck, featuring a radiant, tree-shaped holy symbol, accentuating her delicate and alluring collarbones and her milk-white, tender skin. Paired with her expressionless, exquisite face and pointed ears, she exuded an ethereal aura.

A belt made of green vines clung to her body, outlining the slender waist and hips and graceful figure characteristic of Eldar women as she swayed or leaned.

Cordelia played the goddess Isha. When she first witnessed the death of mortal beings, sorrow appeared on her face, and she wept for her children, resolving to save them.

She picked up a basket, making a picking motion, representing the Mother Goddess reclaiming souls from the spirit stones of the deceased.

Cordelia's fingers were long and slender, and several circular emerald silver bracelets adorned her jade-like wrists. Her slender arms were boneless as she danced.

The singers behind the stage sang softly; Soshjan could barely make out the general melody, but the other Eldar were completely engrossed. Perhaps it was a song on a spiritual level, but the scene was very quiet, not at all like a gathering of tens of thousands of people.

In fact, not only the singing but also Cordelia's dance was something Soshjan only appreciated superficially. He didn't quite understand the nuances. According to Doral, the same pose in a dance could have hundreds of meanings depending on the hand gestures. Anyway, he couldn't appreciate something so complex; he only knew that the girl was very pretty and danced very well.

After Cordelia's performance, Soshjan originally thought it was over, but Valentino Ravich told him that the second moon had not yet risen.

Then it started snowing on the stage.

When Soshjan looked closely, he realized it wasn't snow, but light, shaped light—

Those light spots drifted and swept, surging like tangible souls, dreamlike. Then a prism slowly fell from above the stage, landing on the milky white water on the stage—

It was as if the bright moon in the sky had fallen to earth. When the light dimmed slightly, Soshjan saw that it was the Spirit Seer Luvia Gritta.

"It's actually the Lilith Maiden... Your Highness, according to ancient records, the Dream God does not like priests, her altar never needs attendants, and her servants only appear in one situation: when a virgin maiden receives divine instruction in a dream and dances the Lilith Dance in a near-somnambulistic state, and completes the entire dance, she will become the chosen of the Dream God, that is, the Lilith Maiden."

"Oh, is that so? So, this Luvia Gritta has had contact with the Dream God Lilith?"

Hearing Soshjan's question, Doral frowned.

"Yes, if she is the daughter of Lilith, doesn't that mean—"

At this moment, Luvia Gritta gently raised her head, seemingly looking at the sky, but Soshjan didn't know why he felt like she was looking at him, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Luvia Gritta was also very different from when they first met, or rather, Soshjan didn't pay much attention to her at the time. Now, she was wearing an ancient moon-colored shawl and long dress, her jade arms were slender and white, her legs were long and jade-like, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, her chin was thin, her collarbones were clear, especially the pure white hair behind her, each strand clear and spiritual, as if it was condensed from the purest snow.

Perhaps not just her hair, it seemed that every inch of skin on this Lilith Maiden's body was covered in frost and snow, shimmering with silver light, making her already cold appearance and temperament even more unattainable.

After a moment of stillness, her pale lips parted slightly, and an ethereal and melodious voice was uttered between her lips and teeth. She slowly raised her arms, as if to hold up the bright moon in the sky.

Soshjan immediately felt it, not only the air was rippling, but the surrounding plants, and even the Eldar's emotions were also pulsating.

They were calling.

They were cheering.

They were responding—

Dancing with this dream called the Lilith Maiden in this world.

Even Doral was in a trance.

The passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning. Soshjan felt as if he was on a desolate and empty moon, with only a congealed and unmelting coldness enveloping everything.

Then, when his eyes met her hollow and empty eyes, he finally realized something.

It was an invitation.

Soshjan stood up, walked step by step towards the stage along the stairs. The standing guards were also blank, as if it was all a dream.

When he came to the front of the stage, a faint fragrance wafted past his nose.

"Who are you?"

Luvia Gritta still held up her hands, moonlight enveloping the stage. Then, like an old puppet, she lowered her head with difficulty, and when she met Soshjan's eyes again, two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly, but seemed to struggle.

After a long while, she said a few words almost sobbing.

"...Father save...Red Moon"

The next moment, the moonlight disappeared, and Luvia Gritta began to breathe softly, her emptiness replaced by confusion.

"Your Highness, you..."

"It's nothing, you continue."

Soshjan turned around. At this time, most of the Eldar were still trapped in that trance, including Valentino Ravich sitting next to Soshjan, who was not even aware that Soshjan had left and returned to his original seat.

But a very few people saw the last scene, so when he sat back in his seat, Doral asked with confusion and caution:

"Your Highness, what just happened? How did you suddenly..."

"It's nothing."

Seeing that Soshjan had no intention of talking about it, Doral closed his mouth.

At this time, the music started, first a flute, then a low and magnificent orchestral piece. A dozen elegant Eldar girls walked in the middle of the stage wearing white veils, while Luvia Gritta began to chant a melodious and dreamlike song. It was a long and extremely memorable melody. In Soshjan's aesthetic opinion, it was much more pleasing than the jester's acrobatics.

But now he was in no mood to think about art, because in his mind, he was thinking about many possibilities.

Who was talking to him just now?

Lilith?

If so, was it a distress signal?

What does Red Moon mean?

Obviously, mere reverie could not solve any problems. Soshjan turned to Doral and asked:

"Does the Lilith Maiden represent a direct spiritual connection with the Dream Goddess?"

"This, your subject dares not draw a conclusion, but there should be some, even if it's just a little."

Soshjan thought for a while, turned to Valentino Ravich next to him and said:

"King Valentino Ravich, when did Ms. Luvia become the Lilith Maiden?"