Angelina didn't speak, focusing intently on Xu Xiaoyou's eyes.

After a long time, she chuckled softly and said, "For a moment there, I almost thought you were possessed by some evil spirit."

Xu Xiaoyou made no comment.

Angelina began slowly, "The Siren King is not one of those strange creatures you know of; on the island, no one but Chichu Hong can handle such a being."

"She is the embodiment of the Siren Miracle, a projection of something within the 'Garden', perhaps a corner where she is revered as a deity, a specific object, who knows."

It was the first time Xu Xiaoyou heard of the concept of the 'Garden'. She quickly deduced that the 'Garden' Angelina spoke of was the very same thing commonly known as the 'Mysterious'.

Angelina said, "I have no time to waste with you."

"Anya, please..." Xu Xiaoyou said softly.

"Begging won't help." Angelina glanced away nonchalantly.

"I'm begging you, Anya." Xu Xiaoyou blinked, moving closer to Angelina, gently leaning against her arm.

Angelina remained silent for a moment, then finally clicked her tongue:

"What's in it for me?"

"It could infinitely elevate Anya's place in my heart, if Anya absolutely has to have something in return." Xu Xiaoyou bit her lip, looking a bit embarrassed. "Then, I only have..."

"Alright, don't say it." Angelina sighed gently, as if lamenting her fate. "I will act according to the situation, and if things go wrong, I promise I will leave you behind and escape first."

Having received a reply, Xu Xiaoyou's expression changed instantly. She calmly loaded the final rounds into her Rose Rifle, the Hundred-Section Whip dragging on the ground.

"Let's begin."

...

In the manor's attic study, a young man sat at the long table, the candlelight casting thin outlines of his figure. Lancelot wrote the final word of his letter with an inked feather pen, sighed in relief, and leaned back in his chair.

Various books and documents were scattered across the table, filled with countless evidence he had gathered over the years regarding Belvedere. There were numerous murder incidents involving members of the Starry Gallery like Diesel, ranging from secretaries of the Ministry of Government Affairs, vice-chairmen of the Life Daylight Education Committee, to directors of the Traffic Management Bureau and Public Opinion Consultants.

He was well aware that Belvedere's influence loomed over the starry sky of the Star of Art, and the Elder Council of the Starry Gallery had the power to re-elect the principal, yet Belvedere had long manipulated control over the entire Starry Gallery and Student Council from behind the scenes, with tentacles extending into various institutions within the Star of Art. Even with the end of the term, all they needed was to support a puppet into power until the next election came.

It's unrealistic to convict Belvedere with these simple pieces of evidence. The association rarely directly intervenes in a city's administration, and this is not just a matter of the Star of Art but also involves the backing of Cosmic Heavy Industries.

Unless there was definitive evidence indicating that under the will of some leader, the urban monitoring data of strange events seriously deviated from expectations, with a risk of highly world-class strange creatures emerging, would the association implement forceful measures for suppression.

He had long noted that the frequency of strange events in the Star of Art over the past half year greatly exceeded before, yet any official report from Life Daylight, Cosmic Heavy Industries, or the Eye Supervision Association showed no anomalies. Anyone could sense the oddity, but whenever he tried to bring this up with his teachers, he would be met with severe warnings, leaving him to investigate alone.

Lancelot held his head in his hand, smiling wearily.

The feeling of walking alone in the dark was unpleasant, having to be alert to crises that might occur anytime and withstand various doubts, but fortunately, he had always had mental support.

Just then, the door opened and a girl with a high ponytail and dressed in a school uniform walked in: "That monster is right downstairs; we need to leave quickly."

Lancelot's eyes softened a bit. Every time he wandered in loneliness, ensnared in a vortex of self-doubt, it was the girl who quietly encouraged and supported him. Without her, he wouldn't have made it this far alone.

"Yaqing, I'm almost done here; you go protect everyone in the Student Council first, and I'll come find you shortly."

For some unknown reason, seeing the weary Lancelot in front of her, Lin Yaqing felt an inexplicable emptiness as if releasing a balloon string, fearing the young man would float away never to be found again. She opened her mouth, and the myriad words she wanted to say turned into one sentence: "No, I'll wait here for you."

Lancelot frowned, "This is not the time to be throwing a tantrum, Gao Wen might still be watching us; both disappearing would arouse suspicion from the Academy."

"You have friends in the Student Council; you can't just watch them get into trouble, can you? Think of Lida."

Lin Yaqing stubbornly stood her ground, unmoving. Seeing this, Lancelot helplessly stepped forward to hug her and said, "With great power comes great responsibility, Qing, you're no longer that girl who knew nothing. You know how tough the path we walk is; everyone has sacrificed a lot, whether they're teachers or those extraordinary common people."

"You're now a fourth-tier Swordswoman; maybe someday I won't be able to see your back anymore, and you'll soar high into the sky. There are many passersby in life and many memorable landscapes."

"Look forward, Yaqing."

"A bright future awaits you."

Lin Yaqing nodded gently, "I understand."

Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back at the young man, "No matter what, you must come find me quickly; I won't let go of you."

After the girl left, Lancelot recalled many years ago when the girl, who followed behind him silently even after falling, started her journey in the family.

So many years have passed, the girl with a dusty face has almost grown to the point where he can barely see her back. He watched her personality gradually become cheerful and lively, her body growing bit by bit, shedding naivety and immaturity, only her natural innocence remained unchanged.

Returning to present thoughts, Lancelot gathered the important files from the table.

Two months ago, he had gathered conclusive evidence through various means.

This included, but was not limited to, the collusion between Belvedere and the Eye Supervision Association members to falsify mental wave data monitored by Life Daylight, indicators of mental health, balance points of strange event outbreak frequency and severity, and concealment of high-risk strange event reports. There was even evidence of secretly contacting the Ascetic Sect for terror attacks.

Everything pointed to one conclusion: under Belvedere's dictatorial rule, the Star of Art was reversing history to the worst direction.

A super-world-class strange creature could descend upon the Star of Art at any moment.

Lancelot shook his head, ready to leave.

For half a year he had borne silently and walked alone for this moment; he would personally deliver the evidence to the members of the Special Sixth Class, bypassing Art Star's local reporting institutions and presenting it directly to the upper echelons of the association.

At that time, the association would learn about Belvedere's atrocities in the Star of Art over the years.

They would understand the profound scars left on people's spirits by him.

The door of the study was lightly knocked, and Lancelot, thinking this girl Lin Yaqing had just left, wondered why she had come back.

He opened the door, and a tall shadow loomed before him.

Lancelot gasped in horror, "Self-Destructor, how could this be?"

A heavy Meteor Hammer smashed the young man's skull.

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