Translator: SumTLMan
Angel nodded at Nooka: “I’ll consider it.”
Having said this, he walked towards the hall’s exit with Boil Gentleman.
As they were about to cross the corridor and step out of the castle gate, a haunting melody came from behind.
Angel paused momentarily, not looking back, continuing to carry the spotted dog forward. Boil Gentleman, at his side, looked back in surprise: “That’s Mademoiselle Goldilocks singing.”
Boil Gentleman raised his hand, touching his non-existent chin: “It’s a song praising the Moonlight, yet it conveys a tone of repentance to the moon. I’ve always heard that Mademoiselle Goldilocks is extremely shy, she’d rather hide back in her painting than face anyone’s gaze, only through singing does she fully express her thoughts.”
Boil Gentleman turned to Angel: “Highness Shava, is Mademoiselle Goldilocks repenting to you?”
Angel’s expression remained unchanged, shaking his head: “Perhaps, she’s just repenting to herself.”
Accompanied by the melancholic song, Angel and Boil Gentleman left the castle. Once outside, Angel deliberately slowed his pace, letting Boil Gentleman lead, as he was still unfamiliar with the layout of this place.
Angel followed Boil Gentleman, who spoke incessantly about nonsensical, disjointed topics. Angel occasionally responded, but was mostly silent.
Upon reaching the highest part of the castle——the tower pinnacle, Boil Gentleman finally stopped talking.
Angel observed the surroundings. On this uneven tower top, there was a funnel-shaped protrusion resembling a chimney.
Angel remembered what Bee Blair had said before: the only way out of Doreen Flower Garden was through the chimney of Mademoiselle Goldilocks’ castle. Could this be it?
However, if this was the exit, Angel wondered why Boil Gentleman had suddenly stopped moving.
After a while, without Boil Gentleman mentioning it, Angel saw the answer himself.
A strange, grey fog suddenly appeared on the horizon.
The fog was peculiar, resembling a tide with constant internal turmoil and a black cloud, rapidly approaching their location with a rolling pressure.
As the fog quickly drew nearer, Angel recognized a familiar presence within it.
The fog contained live wire.
Angel furrowed his brows; he couldn’t be mistaken. This fog, like the one over the Star Pool in the outside world, was composed of numerous live wires and parasites.
While it posed little threat to formal wizards, apprentices and mortals were almost defenseless against live wire.
The presence of live wire here suggested that it was also cultivated in the Doreen Flower Garden.
Had his guess been right? Was the “Illusio” Bee Blair mentioned the source of live wire?
As Angel pondered this, Boil Gentleman spoke: “It’s the spores of Illusio.”
It was indeed Illusio.
Angel, expression unchanged, casually asked: “Was Illusio also cultivated by Minister Nooka?”
Boil Gentleman shook his head: “No, it was cultivated by Mad.”
The Illusio cultivated by Book Mad? As Angel was about to inquire more about Illusio, the chimney in front of them suddenly shook, and a pair of comical round eyes, with a disproportionately large mouth, appeared on it.
“Respected Highness Shava, are you interested in the Illusio cultivated by Mad?” The voice of Mad came from the mouth on the chimney: “I can gift the Illusio to Highness Shava.”
As he spoke, the chimney’s mouth opened wide, and a pink tongue stretched out, on which a small mushroom, with an umbrella hat much larger than the stem, appeared.
Angel’s mouth twitched slightly, and with a look of disdain, he picked up the red and blue interlaced mushroom from the saliva-covered tongue.
“Is this the Illusio?”
“Yes, this is the button form of Illusio. The method to cultivate it is simple, just water it with the aura of the Nightmare Plane and it will naturally mature. If you have the Powder Princess, it can speed up the maturation process. However, after using the Powder Princess, the mushrooms of Illusio can no longer reproduce independently.” Mad seemed to notice Angel’s interest in Illusio and mumbled to himself, sharing his experience in cultivating it.
Angel wasn’t really paying attention. Rather than the cultivation tips Mad was talking about, Angel was more interested in finding out if there was a way to make the live wire disappear once and for all through the Illusio itself.
Naturally, Angel couldn’t ask Mad and had to wait for an opportunity to research after leaving.
“… Actually, the Illusio that I’ve cultivated now is not what I wanted. I am now cultivating a better Illusio.”
Angel raised an eyebrow: “Are you not content that Illusio has been replaced by Mystlight?”
Mad: “Of course not. I started researching the cultivation of Illusio a long time ago. It has great significance for me.”
Angel could see a glint of indescribable emptiness in Mad’s eyes as he spoke.
“Actually, I don’t know what the significance is, but my intuition tells me to do it.” Mad sighed, “Nooka said, maybe it’s because my original form, retains some of the creator’s Lingering Obsession.”
The so-called original form is —The Nurture Diary of Mad Woody—. As for the creator of the original form, it’s naturally the so-called “Mad Woody”.
Angel had once inquired about the identity of “Mad Woody”, but it seemed Mad himself didn’t know who Mad Wood was.
“I once deeply explored my original form using the mental hypnotism of Mademoiselle Goldilocks. Nooka was right, I indeed sensed some residual obsession.” A flicker of blankness passed through Mad’s eyes, “I can vaguely feel that the creator of my original form had an obsession with cultivating mushrooms similar to Illusio.”
“This obsession is interesting.” Angel thought to himself. Perhaps “Mad Woody” was someone like the Mushroom Witch Regina, who had a fanatical interest in mushroom cultivation.
“The reason he wanted to cultivate Illusio seems to be to create a mushroom that would allow him to perform.”
“To enact a perfect performance.”
Angel was startled. No wonder people infected with live wire all started role-playing. So, the cultivation of Illusio was not aimed at humans but was intended as a tool to assist the creator in performing?
But, to enact a perfect performance? Why does that sound somewhat familiar?
“Currently, the effect of Illusio cannot reach the level the creator wanted, so I have been researching how to cultivate a better Illusio.”
“Why do you have to fulfill this obsession just because he is your creator?”
Mad shook his head, a trace of fierceness flashing in his eyes: “I can sense that he is probably not dead yet. Only by fulfilling the creator’s obsession, I might be able to find out his real identity, and then have a chance… to kill him.”