The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 452 Ch.451 The Suffering Daughter

In the evening, arrive in London.

Rose will go back to Shelley first, while Roland will go to the Inquisition - about the sudden fluctuations on the road and the secrets hidden in the white mine.

Enid must be notified of all this.

After dropping Rose off at an intersection, the carriage left the East District.

The sharp and cold buildings are still crawling in the night.

Enid wore a crimson nightgown with a butterfly pattern and her hair was tied up barefoot. When Roland agreed to enter, she seemed extremely happy.

"Maybe I shouldn't have given you such a long break."

"how long?"

"It's been a long time."

She dusted him off, took the cane and put it away, hung up his hat and coat, unbuttoned his collar, and poured champagne that rarely appeared on the wine rack.

"for what?"

"For your family, the person you want is here, Roland." The brown-haired woman gently stroked his black hair, held the tail in her hand, and slid it between her fingers. She looked at Roland with eyes of the same color, and her longing could be seen in her eyes without saying anything.

"I miss you."

She led him to sit down, pressed her forehead against Roland's, and wanted to touch every inch of him with her eyes and hands.

"If I ask you if you miss me at this time, what answer will you get?"

"Same."

Enid kissed him and let him lie on her lap again, his cheek pressed against her belly, and she talked carefully.

"Life in the Inquisition is difficult...the same thing is repeated every day..."

"Our supreme girl always has wonderful ideas..."

"Cultists also..."

Roland just listened to her murmur, gently smoothing out the noise like stroking a cat, and little by little, she led him towards a deeper peace.

Sentence after sentence...

The air became hazy.

that's all.

When the bell rings.

Roland realized that half an hour had passed.

"I have something to tell you."

Roland stood up slowly and put his arm around her waist.

"Did you feel it?"

"What?"

"On the carriage, on the way back."

Roland gave her a shoulder and talked in detail about what he experienced on the carriage - about the something wrong he noticed after opening the mystery box, and the power that passed through his body.

"The same goes for Rose." Roland said, "A strange fluctuation, similar to a "secret", but not exactly the same. I want to ask——"

Enid looked calm.

In other words, using calmness to hide the bad and crazy emotions in his eyes.

Roland found out, so he chose to keep his mouth shut at this moment.

There is plenty of time to talk about this.

"Look at me..."

"Roland..."

The human vocabulary dies at this moment.

The female leopard, who was suffering from longing, stroked his head.

Slowly and carefully.

This was Roland's lifelong brother, a decorated knight, and the source of all anger.

She is the saint who is most willing to suffer. She does not need her enemies to wave their swords and guns and shout to kill. Instead, she stands up in the chaos and shouts 'kill me' or 'take my life'!

The enemy immersed her in the water, suffocating and suffocating her, but they could not see her cough even slightly, as if she did not want to breathe and had no nose and lungs, like a forest python that could swallow an elephant, using its instinct to be gentle. He swallowed the impact that was accompanied by the cry of killing again and again.

She just looked at the enemy like this, whimpering but not begging for mercy, attacking greedily like a leopard, slimy and tightly wrapped like a snake.

‘Take my life! ’

The trance in her eyes gave a hint, or comfort to the sergeant who was addicted to killing: comfort him not to repent for this crime, even if the blood she shed could soften a little bit of the rigid armor, allowing him to regain his consciousness in the killing.

This is the best ending she wants.

She played the recorder in battle and held the enemy's hand tightly.

This saint-like woman clearly discerned the signals in the suppressed emotions and looked for them in her drunken brows.

The long and greedy war is coming to an end.

She walked barefoot on the broken and softening battlefield.

Open arms and mouth.

It started to rain white from the sky.

…………

…

"I don't usually like strong drinks, but when you come here, I'm going to drink a little." Enid sat on the terrace, shaking a glass of whiskey.

After the curtains were opened, an invitation was sent to the sunshine.

Next to her close lines, there is a half bottle of tan wine.

Instead of drowning, she caused the sea to roar.

"I thought you would go home first. Go home to see your... foster mother?"

The woman half-smiled, looking at the man fiddling with his cuffs and shirt on the sofa, and licked the corner of her mouth: "I didn't expect you to come see me first."

"I originally wanted to talk to you about what I encountered on the road." Roland exhaled the turbid breath that had accumulated for half the war, and the flames in his sight made clear and soft outlines on the woman by the window, "But it seems that there is someone better than me. Encountering something more important, right?"

Enid gave him an angry look.

"Killing the horse after enjoying the carriage is not what a gentleman should say."

"Is the coachman a gentleman?" Roland picked up the champagne, walked to the window, came to her side, looked down from top to bottom, and lowered his head.

The woman whose frost marks faded bloomed in the flames with amazing charm.

"I like your eyes, Roland."

She invited him to sit down, and the two of them leaned half against the window sill, enjoying the silence and peace after the war.

A long while.

Enid drank all her wine.

"You said before, what did you find?" she asked.

"A strange fluctuation." Roland replied.

"Oh, you want to know, did I notice it?"

"Um."

"The whole world is aware of it, Roland." Enid looked out the window, "On your way back? I have to tell you, that is not a simple ritual - you know the mystery box, you should have some guesses, what is the saint? What’s left behind…”

She raised her hand and brushed the hair in front of Roland's eyes.

"Yes, it's not a legend. She did do this - that's why they say that the person who collects all the mystery boxes will have the power to destroy the world..."

"Now it seems that there is no need to collect them all."

Roland was thoughtful.

"Someone got a mystery box and opened it."

"That's right."

"Hopefully this change will be a good thing for the world..."

"Maybe it's not good or bad." A fleeting smile appeared on Enid's face: "For example, for those who are keen to explore the world of sleep, it may be great news..."

Roland was suddenly stunned.

He noticed the floor was shaking.

The champagne in the glass was shaking.

Everything in the room including hangers, desk and candlesticks.

Everything that lives on the earth is constantly vibrating.

The sun is still shining outside the window.

But the Tribunal, illuminated by the sun, was seduced by the trembling and broken earth, and buildings withered in Roland's flames one after another.

Everything is falling and shattering.

and approached him quickly.

final.

Glass exploded before his eyes.

He lost the ground beneath his feet and fell deeper into the depths——

Boom.

His head hit the soft sofa.

Roland opened his eyes.

Enid was sitting aside with a smile, holding her chin, admiring someone's sleeping state.

"Welcome back."

Roland was as confused as a rookie dreaming for the first time.

Leng Leng stood up, rubbed his face and eyes, and twisted the wood-dyed silver ring a few times.

He returned to London in the evening.

"Dream?"

"Obviously."

"But how could-"

Even apprentices know this: Dreamers cannot leave the dream on their own.

"That's why I said that there is terrible power hidden in the mystery box." Enid shook her legs, "That thing actually changed the rules..."