"What... are you?"

Qian sat there, her gaze icy as she looked at Rogen, but moments later, her expression melted into indescribable sorrow, and she began to wail.

As she cried, little Qian said:

"Dad, Mom, I can't tell... I really can't tell!"

Rogen held his lover's corpse, looking at Qian, whose face was surrounded by crimson patterns, and in the end, he couldn't bring himself to act.

He reached out to wipe the tears from his daughter's face, revealing an indescribable guilt:

"Don't cry, little Qian, no matter what, you are my daughter."

The next moment, the surrounding lights completely shattered.

A long time passed, and in a corner of the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm shrouded by the brilliance of the Black Sun, the Celestial Destiny Mage sitting by the fountain suddenly sighed and said:

"It seems like she can't suppress that thing anymore..."

From high above, a voice faintly came through:

"She never needed to suppress it; they are one."

...

[Location: Minister of the Seal's Office]

Miss Qian washed her face.

The cold water made her mind a bit clearer.

When she lifted her head, what she saw in the mirror was her cheek covered in red patterns.

At this moment, the sadness and frustration on her face had disappeared.

In their place was a look of intoxication.

Her tear-reddened eyes glimmered with an unusual expression, as if something was breaking out of its cocoon. An eerie yet enchanting smile appeared on her face:

"It's not bad..."

The next moment.

In the mirror, Qian's face flashed with a look of struggle.

She quickly returned to a normal expression, furrowing her brows for a while before finally suppressing that distinct other side.

She showed a somewhat amused and exasperated expression:

"Really... getting more and more troublesome."

The next moment, something strange started to spread from her body.

A light gray energy seeped continuously into her body, entangled with the unique blue flame of the Iron Guard.

As the two forces intertwined, her aura rose rapidly.

"Have you decided? Once you take this step, we can never be separated again."

The "Miss Qian" in the mirror, covered in crimson patterns, wore a playful smile.

The real Miss Qian outside the mirror spoke calmly:

"It doesn't matter, we are all the same."

Then, a burst of gleeful laughter echoed in the modest space.

"Then do your best and struggle to the end, sister, don't let me swallow you."

"Boring."

Qian said coldly.

In the next moment, the two strands of power completely merged.

Qian's aura suddenly soared, then quickly calmed down again.

Her aura became even more obscure and hard to discern, but without a doubt, she was now stronger.

She slowly opened her hands, watching as the morning sunlight streamed through her fingers.

When light encounters the Tyndall effect, it takes shape.

An indescribable smile appeared on her face.

It seemed like she had become a different person, but upon closer inspection, nothing had changed.

...

[Location: Prince's Mansion]

The drowsy little swan suddenly seemed electrified, lifting its head and looking drowsily towards another direction in Tino City:

"What's happening? This feeling, so still and silent yet dangerous like dead water."

Beatrice said with a cheerful smile:

"Maybe our Ense is about to give birth to a new legend?"

The little swan looked confusedly at Beatrice:

"A new legend? How come I didn't know?"

Beatrice ruffled the little swan's hair and hummed playfully:

"You're napping all day long, even if someone broke through to legend, you wouldn't know, right?"

The little swan was not pleased:

"I'm not lazy! When I sleep, my spiritual power works faster than when I'm awake, okay!"

It was Louis who became a little curious:

"A new legend? Who is it? Do I know them?"

Beatrice nodded and said:

"The crucial step, but the barrier stopping her has disappeared, next we just wait in peace."

Louis was momentarily stunned, his gaze shifting to the little swan.

The little swan shook its head.

Meaning "Don't look at me, I don't know either."

Louis's eyes lit up.

He understood.

This one about to step into legend wasn't someone who in his past life stepped into legend at this time.

In other words, he's been in this world for over half a year, and the winds of the butterfly's wings have finally disturbed others' lines?

He realized, challenging legend, while being influenced by his own destiny, could it be...?

"Teacher Jino, have you finally taken that step?"

"Before, when I teased you 'not advancing to legend, did you not want to ascend' I was too naive!"

"Our Teacher Jino, indeed the rare genius of Saint Louis Academy, how could mere legend be a challenge!"

"It was my mistake to misunderstand you before!"

...

"Achoo..."

In the Royal Guard Training Ground, Jino sneezed heavily.

Everyone looked at Jino in shock.

Normally, someone like him, a pinnacle professional exemplar, rarely falls ill.

Someone whispered:

"Captain, should we find someone to have a look?"

Jino snorted softly:

"What's there to look at, if you don't train harder, you'll be hanging by my disciple!"

Today in Tino City, the sun was still shining brightly.

With this clear weather, the surrounding streets gradually became lively.

Although the Sleep Festival is a ghost festival, it isn't particularly sad.

Quite the opposite.

When calming the unrest of the deceased, priests from the Church of Death and Sleep prefer to show the departed the current warmth of the world.

Especially in Tino City.

This densely populated city particularly needs such festivities as an excuse for people to go out together with their other half.

In this regard, it was the same both on Earth in the previous life and in the stars in this one.

Is it a foreign festival that promotes itself? Do you want to explore the cultural essence behind the festival?

No, it's merely an excuse to have fun outside, and that's enough.

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