"Vasini, everyone's here now. Can we discuss today's agenda?"

The one speaking was Old Kani, the leader of the Lettieri Clan.

The Lettieri Clan is currently second only to the Martinos Clan. Old Kani is highly respected and was a friend of Vasini's father.

So, it was fitting for him to speak.

Vasini usually respects this Godfather very much.

Indeed, Old Kani is his Godfather. Although the faith of the Sun God Sect was suppressed in the New Continent, especially in the Royal Capital, brought to the brink of extinction,

the seeds of religion are still deeply rooted in the blood of the Fengcui people.

Moreover, they found a new path, the Dark Savior.

Old Kani is also a follower of the Dark Savior, although not a devout one.

"No rush, Kani, let's wait a bit more."

However, today Vasini acted unusually. He rejected Old Kani's proposal, not even addressing him as Godfather.

"Alright then, what are we waiting for?"

Old Kani felt a bit slighted, yet he asked again forcefully.

"Henry."

Vasini said as he leaned back, exhibiting a relaxed yet solemn demeanor, his eyes seemed to drift over everyone present.

Everyone felt an indescribable pressure, something Vasini had never exuded before.

Thus, the entire Sanctuary fell into complete silence, with only the gentle tapping of Vasini's fingers on the table breaking the quiet.

The sound resembled a certain kind of bell, or perhaps a knocking, striking the hearts of those present.

Finally, who knows how much time passed.

In the pitch-dark Sanctuary, it felt as if time stood still.

The doors of the Sanctuary were opened again.

Sunlight streamed in at that moment, and everyone present exhaled deeply,

with a sense of relief as if something was finally about to conclude.

Simultaneously, a thought surfaced among them: Could it be Henry's arrival?

Henry did indeed "arrive."

But it wasn't his body that came; it was his head.

Henry's head was placed on a tray, being slowly carried in by a member of the Martinos Clan.

Initially, no one paid attention, until the overwhelming stench of blood hit their noses.

Only then did they turn their heads in shock to see what was being carried.

When they saw the head with its eyes still open, everyone was stunned.

Terrified.

This was... barbaric and brutal!

It was reminiscent of the bloody customs of former times when everyone clashed with weapons.

But the times have changed, haven't they? How could this still happen?

Especially not here in the Sanctuary.

This is truly...

Despite the turmoil in their hearts, not one person dared to speak up.

Henry's head had been delivered; what else could they do?

Many hadn't wielded a blade or a gun in decades; some had never done such things, and the smell of blood alone made them instinctively nauseous.

Moreover, there was one crucial question...

Just how did Vasini accomplish this?

Moments earlier, he said Henry wasn't coming, and now Henry was dead.

This was horrifying!

Yet Vasini didn't find it terrifying in the least. On the contrary, he seemed devoted as he gazed at Henry's head, first drawing a dark triangle, then turning Henry's head, eyes full of terror yet to subside, toward everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am about to announce something."

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The last door slowly opened in front of everyone.

Then, what everyone saw was an object covered by a cloth.

However, for some reason, its shape didn't look like a painting.

Could it be a sculpture?

Yes, Ethan said it's the work of a friend who is a technician.

That aligns well, technician, and sculpture.

Did they sculpt a statue of the Spring Fairy?

Rubins smirked inwardly; it wasn't a painting, giving him even more confidence.

Because, as known, sculpture is harder. Can an average technician really produce a masterpiece?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Ethan, come on, let us see this masterpiece."

Everyone was eager, barely able to stand still.

Ethan nodded, still slightly weary.

Because he had been accompanying throughout and supporting Vasini.

Indeed, Vasini's ability to execute Henry unnoticed was thanks to Ethan's power.

Fortunately, he was in the Sanctuary, with extra aid, or helping from such a distance would have been difficult for Ethan.

He couldn't help but wipe his sweat before regaining a smile, facing everybody, saying, "Now, let me unveil this masterpiece for you all!"

With that, he gave the cloth a sharp pull, finally revealing what was underneath.

When that object was fully exposed, everyone was stunned.

Even Andy, president of the art association.

He had no prior knowledge of Ethan's placement of this object in the exhibition hall.

If he had known beforehand, he would have certainly stopped Ethan.

This was too crazy and absurd.

Because what lay beneath the cloth was no sculpture; it was a flushing toilet?!

Incomprehensible.

All present fell into utter bewilderment.

They had already envisioned possible scenarios, but even the wildest, most far-fetched ideas never included a flushing toilet.

What does this mean?

"Ethan..."

Hughes turned pale. He knew his disciple was always eccentric, but this was beyond eccentric. He could only brace himself for the outcome.

Meanwhile, Rubins burst into laughter, his earlier worries proving pointless; he expected an astonishing masterpiece, never this.

"Can this even be considered art?"

"Why wouldn't it be considered art?"

At that moment, someone seriously refuted Rubins.

It was Pupol who challenged him, earnestly examining the toilet, as if searching for some hidden secret.

Andy and the members of the Mirror Gallery Art Society were equally serious.

Some were obliged to take this stance, like Andy; to deny its status as art could tarnish his reputation.

Could he permit a toilet to desecrate the art center?

Others genuinely believed it was art. The Mirror Gallery Art Society always held that art came from everything around us. This toilet, imbued with craftsmen's sweat and wisdom, is art.

Moreover, Ethan's concept and expression were unprecedented, transcending the era.

Amid this infectious atmosphere, more people joined in the appreciation, even some of Rubins's associates switched sides.

They were mainly convinced by Ethan's earlier works, so could someone with such artistic talent be wrong?

This certainly is an artwork!

"But why are you..."

Now it was Rubins's turn to be dumbfounded.

And reporters who followed eagerly captured the scene.

They had a strong premonition: this was the heralding of a new era.

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