Medici himself was a Sequence 1 angel.
After His death, His characteristics had separated out and merged with the souls of the other two angels to become an evil spirit.
But due to the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence, over these thousand years, Hunter pathway Beyonders had continuously come to the underground ruins and been devoured by Him for their characteristics.
Gradually, He'd gained power at the Sequence 4 level.
This aligned with his performance on the battlefield. With his own rank, he was superior to ordinary Sequence 4s and could barely hold his own against Sequence 3s.
But this already exceeded the scope of Silas's abilities.
Relying on the suppression from that ocean tide within his body, he could barely manage a stalemate with Medici.
But once his own condition declined, this guy would mercilessly seize the opportunity to try taking control of his body.
Moreover, because Medici hadn't become a lamb, Silas hadn't fixed His abilities to just three.
The good news was that abilities below Sequence 4 could be used freely. The bad news was that using them required Medici's cooperation.
"If you advance to Sequence 4 Dark Knight, you should be able to control Him."
The Queen said, "So, any leads on advancement?"
"I've already obtained the Dark Knight potion formula.
The advancement ritual has been completed ahead of time. Currently I'm still missing the main ingredients for the potion."
Silas answered, lowering his head to stroke Luna.
"And my cat's divination result for me was that my opportunity to obtain the potion's main ingredients lies in the Sonia Sea."
"The Sonia Sea?"
The Queen paused, then said, "What a coincidence. That aligns with my recent objectives."
"Queen, you're also heading to sea?"
Silas asked.
"Mm, or rather, I spend most of my time at sea."
She answered.
At sea... Right, when she left Backlund before, it was also because her base at sea had been attacked...
Silas's heart stirred as he noticed the giant vessel beneath his feet.
Though this ship wasn't as massive as the Pritz, and wasn't ironclad either, its scale was already one of the largest ships he'd ever seen.
Even more peculiar was that the hull seemed to emanate faint spirituality.
The proof was that although the entire ship only held the two of them and one cat, the vessel still maintained perfect stability.
"Queen, you're not just an ordinary person at sea, are you?"
He asked cautiously.
"This ship of mine is called the Dawn."
She smiled. "At sea, people also call me the Queen Mystic."
The Queen Mystic!
One of the Four Pirate Kings!
Silas recalled Roselle's diary.
That divination by Zaratul hadn't been wrong. His daughter truly had become a remarkable figure in the Beyonder world.
While he marveled, the Queen Mystic Bernadette was likewise studying him.
"Would you like me to use Prophecy to locate the more detailed position of your potion's main ingredients?"
She asked.
"You can do that?"
Silas said in surprise. The Queen's goodwill came somewhat suddenly.
She nodded, then looked at him.
Light flashed in the depths of her eyes, becoming extremely profound, like the sea surface before a storm or like an abyssal depth. The Queen's eyes lost focus.
She faced Silas, yet what she peered at was the River of Fate behind him, and the secrets within that river...
"Pfft..."
A moment later, bloody tears flowed from Bernadette's eyes as she slowly closed them.
"Queen, are you all right?"
Silas asked with concern.
Many people seemed to inevitably suffer some impact when divining about him.
"I saw certain possibilities on you..."
The Queen said softly, her tone almost dreamlike. "In those images, I saw you hanging inverted beneath a black canopy, bearing all the evil in the world..."
"..."
Silas didn't respond, only remained silent.
Perhaps this was describing his state after replacing the True Creator?
"Of course, I've also already found the hope for your advancement."
A moment later, the Queen reopened her eyes.
"In the Divine War ruins of the Sonia Sea, there seems to be an opportunity for your advancement. If you're willing, I can take you there on my ship."
After the Prophecy, her attitude toward Silas had become even more cautious.
Silas roughly guessed some of the reasons.
All of this was probably related to the special aspects about himself.
Of course, even so, he had no reason to refuse the goodwill of a high-sequence powerhouse, especially with the strong possibility of obtaining advancement.
"Then for the period ahead, I'll have to trouble you."
He said with a smile while holding his black cat.
"All right."
The Queen nodded, then retrieved a pale yellow file folder containing a complete set of identity documentation.
"This is what you asked me for before. I've prepared it for you."
Going to sea required identity documentation.
Initially, Silas's plan had been to use the Queen's help to get himself fake papers.
He just hadn't expected a series of unexpected incidents to render this documentation somewhat meaningless.
Silas accepted the file, opened it, and saw his newly designed name written clearly on it:
Alexander Gascoigne.
This name came from two mad priests. He thought it suited him quite well.
Putting away the documents, he turned to look beyond the ship's rail.
Stars hung over the vast sea, and the crimson moon floated between sea and sky, its reflection making the sea surface glisten.
Silas knew that the new year had arrived. The long night was about to end.
The sun would eventually rise.
---
At the same time, at Sodrak Palace.
The collapsed buildings still burned with pale blue flames, and the bloody stench was too thick to dissipate.
The dead, the ruins, the living who remained in shock... this once-glorious palace had completely changed.
"Your Majesty, Cardinal Randall Valentinus of the Storm Church, Archbishop Saint Anthony Stevenson of the Evernight Church, and Archbishop Horamick Haydn of the Steam Church have all arrived and are waiting outside to see you."
The Palace Earl's forehead beaded with sweat as he said this with his head lowered.
Even without looking up, he could feel the fury of King George III upon the throne opposite him.
Within the earl's field of vision, crimson traces had deeply corroded the floor and stained that golden throne with filthy color.
"What do they want?"
King George III's voice rang out, eerily calm.
"They... they say they want an explanation..."
The Palace Earl stammered.
The air grew oppressive. After a moment, King George III laughed.
"An explanation? Fine, then I'll give them an explanation. Lead the way."
He descended from the throne, then addressed a well-dressed gentleman standing in the palace.
"Issue a nationwide manhunt. Capture that Blood Reverend."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Director of MI9, Celts, bowed.
"Whatever methods it takes, whatever bounty must be paid, this rebel must be eliminated!"
King George III's voice shook the palace.
After issuing this command, he turned around and strode across that crimson stain, heading toward the outside of the palace.
[End of Volume]