Pillar of Yita

”You’re not willing to take responsibility just because you didn’t do it?”

”No, Ade, I...”

Fang Hong shook his head, walked over, and took out the Seal of No Regret—placing the unicorn brooch in the young girl’s hand: ”This is left for you by Miss Misu, Hes.”

Hes paused slightly, her eyes shimmering with bright tears.

’Language of the Stars, harbors a pure soul—’

That was a hope.

He looked up and said to Hudi, ”Wait for me, Hudi, trust that I can solve all this perfectly.”

”Ade...” Hudi, thinking of what he had done, blushed and was ashamed, not knowing what to say.

Fang Hong just patted his shoulder, holding the Scepter of Regret, and turned to walk into the fog ahead.

He knew that there was one last scene waiting for him there.

Hilveld glanced at the man and woman, smiled faintly, and followed them. Behind them silently followed a young girl carrying a stone statue, making the group look extremely eerie.

”Why do you sometimes seem so smart and sometimes so dumb, Captain?” she asked.

”Ah?” Fang Hong, confused, replied, ”Haven’t I always been clever? Look at Hudi; I’m much smarter than he is, aren’t I?”

The young noble lady playfully winked at him: ”Like right now.”

And the Papalarians, slapping his buttocks, got up from the ground and hurriedly followed. ”Wait for me, you dog couples! Whoa—” He was again kicked out by Xiesta.

”Don’t insult the lady,” the maid said coldly.

”What, can’t a person talk after doing the deed?” Parker grumbled, rubbing his backside, looking displeased.

Meanwhile, Diket walked through the ruins to Luen’s side, quietly watching him: ”You’re back.”

Luen looked at Fang Hong’s back with a complex expression. ”Do you know what happened in the Upper City District, Diket?” he asked.

The older knight nodded: ”Of course, I know, don’t forget, I am also part of this phantom.”

”But those who are obsessed are not just the people in this Phantom Realm,” Luen sighed, ”If it weren’t for him, I might also be blinded by obsession.”

”Now do you understand mine and Misu’s choice?”

Luen nodded: ”But I still want to see what exactly happened in the end.”

Diket looked at him steadily: ”I know what you are seeking, but I won’t stop you, come with me, and you will see it all.”

Having said that,

the older knight turned and walked into the mist.

Fang Hong heard someone calling him from behind.

”Praetor sir.”

He paused for a moment, realizing what the title meant, he turned around and saw Hes’s father standing there. The somewhat naive, overweight middle-aged man awkwardly stood at the street corner, bowing deeply to him.

”Thank you.”

Fang Hong smiled faintly and nodded to him.

Turning back, he realized that many people on the street were nodding to him, the ghosts stopped in their tracks, merely watching him with their gaze as he moved forward.

They could not escort him beyond the mist, but those gazes seemed to be an invisible force.

It was named Trust, filling Fang Hong’s heart.

Red Leaf limped out from the street corner, frowning at him.

”How did you get here?” Fang Hong looked at this alchemist Lady of Tabopolis: ”Didn’t I tell you to rest back there?”

”Think you can leave me behind,” Red Leaf glared at him: ”Dream on if you think you can hog all the experience.”

Fang Hong was taken aback.

But he couldn’t help laughing.

He clearly understood, it wasn’t as simple as just experience here.

Ahead was a rolling fog, wrapping this unsolvable puzzle from thirty years ago in history, Fang Hong knew, that there lay the final answer and key.

A pair of golden eyes, high above, watched over every person here through the mist.

And he took out the last item from his bosom, holding it high into the mist, the object shining brightly like a lighthouse,

dispersing all the fog.

There, beyond the fog,

was Grey Oak Square—

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