Chapter 1306 The Porcine Transformation Spell <TOC> Chapter 1308 Tulas's Duel
Translator: SumTLMan
The warmth between siblings, even if separated for years, never truly diminishes. It’s like a tender river that disregards the constraints of time and space, flowing quietly yet persistently on this snow-laden evening.
“The restoration work of the estate should commence once Eureka awakens,” Leon gazed at the eerie castle below, which had been neglected for so long it was now covered in thick moss. “Wait any longer, and it would resemble a haunted mansion.”
“It’s been a while since we last renovated. We can have Mana redesign it when the time comes…” Leon paused, his eyes clouded with sorrow, “Almost forgot, Head Maid Mana is… no matter, there will be a way.”
Leon gave Angel a smile, seemingly trying to mask the fleeting emotions that had unintentionally surfaced.
When Leon previously mentioned that the “The Lion Heart Fire had never been extinguished,” Angel thought he had come to terms with it. Yet, deep down, Leon still harbored wounds; he just didn’t want to show them in front of Angel.
Angel responded, “There will be a solution for Head Maid Mana and those affected by the Scarlet Sovereignty.”
Leon was somewhat skeptical because he knew the reality: they were already gone. Without sustenance for half a month, their survival was improbable. They were merely clinging onto life through some residual energy. Once that energy was expelled, it would truly be their end.
However, since Angel put it that way, Leon didn’t object, taking it as words of consolation.
Owing to the presence of White Bear, Angel chose not to elaborate further and shifted the topic, “By the way, what brings you here?”
“I had just finished my meditation, wanting some fresh air, so I went for a stroll and bumped into White Bear at the staircase. He said he saw you daydreaming on the Cloud Soil, so I accompanied him to check on you,” replied Leon.
“Oh?” Suspicion flickered in Angel’s eyes. Leon’s master bedroom was on the third floor, while White Bear’s was on the opposite end of the second floor. For him to head downstairs, there was no need to go near Leon’s side since there was a staircase right next to him.
Thus, it seemed White Bear had intentionally waited for Leon.
Amid the vast expanse of the sky, even with Leon’s formidable talents, he couldn’t possibly reach this elevation. It must’ve been the work of White Bear. But what drove White Bear to do so?
Angel cast a curious glance at White Bear, “And what about you? Taking a midnight stroll and ending up at the eastern staircase?”
Caught slightly off guard, White Bear chuckled awkwardly, “I… I just wanted to see you, Angel.”
Angel remained silent, patiently waiting for White Bear to elaborate.
“Lord Phantom Master and Lord Redhead have set out to capture Rolando. I believe they’ll have him soon. My sister should awaken in no time,” White Bear hesitated, “I just hope… you can find it in your heart to forgive her.”
When White Bear mentioned Eureka, Angel had already pieced together the essence of his plea.
Summoning Leon was likely a preventive measure by White Bear, recalling their previous cold standoff in Conia over this matter. Perhaps Leon’s presence would help defuse the situation.
After a thoughtful pause, Angel posed a question, “Do you think you could ever forgive King Guman? After he slaughtered your aunt’s family, could you pardon him?”
Taken aback, White Bear grasped Angel’s intent, “But…” the two situations were hardly comparable.
“I understand where you’re coming from and I’m aware these incidents differ in nature. The tragedy at Pat Manor wasn’t Eureka’s direct doing, but from my vantage point…” Angel’s mind was flooded with cherished memories of the ever-smiling retiring Head Maid Mana, shy Maid Ollie, and many other devoted servants who’d been by his side through the years, “I cannot forgive her. At least, not now.”
“Just as I told you before, hatred is relative. I don’t harbor ill will towards her, but asking me to forgive her actions at this moment is simply out of the question.”
Angel’s stance was unmistakable. On some level, he understood the machinations of fate that drove Eureka’s actions. Yet, in terms of consequences, he couldn’t absolve her.
White Bear finally broke his silence, “I understand.”
For White Bear, Angel’s stance was perhaps the furthest stretch of understanding he could muster. He did grasp Angel’s position, and even surmised earlier that Angel might react more vehemently. To receive such a moderate response was beyond his expectations.
Indeed, White Bear’s speculations weren’t misplaced. Upon encountering those servants, a torrent of radical thoughts did storm through Angel’s mind, but he wasn’t a puppet to his emotions.
Eureka had once saved Jon. Due to Eureka, Leon, Angel’s elder brother, took an earlier stride into the Wizarding World. Leon’s mentor and Eureka were romantically linked… After considering all these connections, it was this intricate web of relationships that influenced Angel’s decision.
Having gotten his answer, White Bear lowered his head, apologizing to both Angel and Leon, before departing from the Cloud Soil. He could sense that Angel had something private to share with Leon, a sentiment previously suppressed due to his presence.
Leon, slightly perplexed, murmured, “Why did he apologize to me? Was it about Eureka? Yet, this matter has nothing to do with him.”
“Do you really think someone who lives near the western staircase would stroll to the eastern staircase late at night, especially in a deserted castle?”
Leon frowned, “Are you suggesting he waited for me intentionally? But how would he know I’d be leaving then?”
“Don’t forget, he’s a prophecy apprentice.”
Leon muttered, “Even so, there’s no need for an apology. Such an eccentric fellow. Speaking of which, I never understood why he roams around all day in that white bear costume. What’s the point?”
“When you truly delve into the world of wizards, you’ll realize that, in comparison, White Bear’s attire is quite mundane. It’s merely a strong personal attachment to his outfit. There are many others, whose everything, from their soul to their appearance, even their tone and voice, brim with such distinctive individuality that deeming them ‘eccentric’ might actually be an understatement.”
“For instance?” Leon inquired curiously. In his perception, the most twisted event he had ever witnessed was the internal disarray of certain noble families he observed during a social gathering in Watford.
“Imagine a wizard, who holds an intense obsession for those with golden hair and azure eyes. Upon encountering someone with such features, regardless of gender or species, he’d contemplate transforming you into his puppet,” the voice intoned.
Leon gazed at Angel, whose radiant golden locks shimmered even under the snowy moon, and the deep blue eyes reminiscent of a tranquil ocean, and asked with concern, “Have you come across such a madman?”
“I haven’t personally met one; it’s merely tales I’ve heard,” Angel replied. “What I mean to say is, in the Wizarding World, you might not even recognize when you’ve done something wrong. You could face adversity simply for possessing beautiful golden hair and blue eyes. Such individuals are dime a dozen in our world, rendering the likes of White Bear rather inconsequential.”
“Are all denizens of the Wizarding World so peculiar? Angel, surely you don’t harbor such obsessions…” Leon eyed Angel suspiciously.
“What do you reckon?” Angel retorted, a tad annoyed. He had hoped that his words would instill caution in Leon, but Leon’s reaction was unexpectedly nonchalant.
“I recall you having quite the fixation on milk,” Leon began, only to find himself suddenly silenced.
A ripple of magic emanated from Angel, who grinned and said, “Let’s put a pin in that topic for now. I have no particular obsession with milk; don’t jump to conclusions.”
Leon, rendered mute, could only nod obediently.
Angel then lifted the silencing spell and suggested, “Once Pat Mansion is restored, perhaps venture out a bit. There’s an upcoming Novastar Competition in Sky Mechanical City. It might be worth dipping your toes in.”
Given Leon’s abilities, Angel doubted he’d even make it past the preliminary rounds. However, now that he’s stepped into the Wizarding World, gaining experience is inevitable.
“We’ll see when the time comes,” Leon replied after a moment’s hesitation.
Leon’s response was well within Angel’s expectations. Had it been in the past, Leon might have dismissed it outright.
He held the title of Pat Clan Leader, a responsibility he constantly felt weighing on his shoulders. However, recent events had offered Leon clarity on many matters. While there was no harm in remaining secure in one’s corner, power and wisdom were crucial. If he had strength comparable to Angel, standing toe-to-toe with Eureka, perhaps the servants and citizens of his estate wouldn’t have met such a tragic fate.
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Initial Heart City, at the entrance of Ocean Theatre.
Angel had brought Leon to this spot. Leon was still somewhat dazed. However, he had previously ventured into the Wilderness of Dreams using a one-time Dream Access Device, so he was fairly composed about this sudden shift in time and space.
“This is… the dream realm that Freud mentioned last time?” Leon curiously observed his surroundings. “It’s reminiscent of Watford’s Ocean Theatre.”
“This is the Wilderness of Dreams, a realm of dreams. As for this structure, it indeed is Ocean Theatre, brought in through certain methods within this dreamy expanse,” Angel paused for a moment before adding, “You haven’t shared about this place with anyone, have you?”
Leon shook his head, “Freud advised me not to tell anyone. At that time, my mentor was always in the Exile Space, so he never inquired.”
“That’s good. The Wilderness of Dreams is a unique place. Within the Wizarding World, only a handful know of its existence. Since it’s not yet fully developed, it’s best to keep its secrets for now.”
After sharing this, Angel provided a brief explanation about the concept of the Wilderness of Dreams.
Leon had been informed during his last visit by Freud, so he had a basic understanding. However, what he couldn’t fathom was, why did this place seem no different from the real world? What was the purpose behind creating such a dream realm?
“It’s a challenge to elucidate this to you, yet, as I’ve mentioned earlier, rescuing Head Maid Mana isn’t an endeavor devoid of solutions, is it? We can metamorphosize them into a different kind of entity and let them dwell here.” Angel gestured towards the Wilderness of Dreams, “The majority of permanent residents here have, in the tangible world, already met their demise.”
Leon gazed around in astonishment, “Are you suggesting they’re all ghosts?”
Angel shook his head, “Not quite. They’re denizens of the dream realm.”
Angel took a moment to elaborate on the notion of dream realm inhabitants. Although Leon couldn’t entirely grasp the concept, he now somewhat comprehended why Angel advised him to remain reticent about the Wilderness of Dreams.
“It might be a relatively favorable outcome for Head Maid Mana and the others if they could reside here,” Leon mused.
As Leon was lost in thought, a sudden call came from behind, “Angel, Leon?”
Leon turned around, perplexed, “Old man Jon?”
Chapter 1306 The Porcine Transformation Spell <TOC> Chapter 1308 Tulas's Duel