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When Aiwass talked about Isabel just now, Sherlock didn't dare to speak at all; when it came to the method of controlling the Celestial Marshal shards, he was even more reluctant to speak—

What qualifications did he have to allocate such a level of spoils? To personally decide the birth of a new god?

Only now did Sherlock finally dare to say a few words. This made Sherlock feel a bit lonely... The few friends he recognized had reached realms he couldn't touch.

Especially in the Dream Realm not long ago, when he learned that the Hermes ancestors and Hebashia were once close friends in a team.

This made Sherlock's attitude towards Lady Hebashia somewhat subtle now.

—What kind of relationship is this?

Stepmother? Great-grandmother? Or auntie?

This made Sherlock more curious about the truth of the "Hermes Family".

"Should I go there..."

Aleister glanced at the sky—since the Earl's Mansion had been "imagined" into nothingness, their current environment had already become open-air.

She calculated for a moment, then replied, "No problem, I should be able to deliver it around noon. But is there enough time? What do you want to make? A ring?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of a ring too."

Aiwass nodded, "Or a necklace would work too—but I don't really understand this area, you'd better discuss it with Hebashia. It should be something portable. With her item-making ability... Just changing the form or vessel of the Celestial Marshal shard without adding any characteristics, it should be finished within a day.

"This can be considered as advance payment for reviving her daughter—I can't really ask her daughter to be a pet beside me, can I? I don't intend to have an adopted daughter.

"Of course, if it's not completed in time, I'll give her the gift I prepared in advance. You don't have to feel too pressured."

"...You don't understand, so can I understand?"

Aleister said helplessly, "I mean, do you expect me to understand things that only girls understand? I have no idea what Isabel would like.

"At least you know Isabel's size—I can't be spending all day and night with an unmarried woman, even if she is my ring designer. Moreover, as long as I choose it personally, she should be happy; and since your aesthetic matches mine, you're the only one who can do it. No one else can... not even other Great Beasts."

Aiwass reassured, "Alright, please, the other me."

"...Now that you call me that, what can I do?"

Aleister sighed, stretched lazily, her flexible waist almost arched backward before she straightened up and shook her head, letting her silky, disorderly black hair automatically tidy itself.

"Master, I'll be right back—"

Aleister made a strange sound with a pinched voice, then transformed into a beam of blood light and shot up into the sky.

After Aleister left, Sherlock finally spoke slowly: "I feel like it's two Aiwasses talking to themselves."

"That's actually not far off."

Aiwass smiled, "What do you think?"

"Not bad," Sherlock nodded in praise, "At least when talking to Miss Aleister, there aren't so many taboos. Recently, when chatting with other ladies, I always worry about offending them... just like how I used to frequently say the wrong thing and offend Miss Hayna."

He used to speak without any scruples, treating the truth as everything. Therefore, he completely ignored what others thought and didn't care how his words might hurt or anger others. This often caused disputes even though he was speaking the truth.

Now, Sherlock gradually understood... while truth is important, helping others understand and accept the truth is equally important.

"It seems you are about to become a Messenger of Mithra."

Aiwass looked at Sherlock with some anticipation.

Sherlock's unique professional system differs from other professions on the Path of Wisdom—all of which are devoted to the exploration of "Truth." They pursue knowledge and truth amid the torment of the soul surpassing the body, ultimately transcending the body's constraints on the soul entirely.

But the Mithra system is different.

The power formed by condensing "One Memory," "Three Graces," and "Five Words" seems to vaguely touch the essence of the Path—reintegrating the power of the Source River back in.

"When you have never officially gained the Mithra name as 'new inductee,' and step into the realm of 'Worshipper of Mithra,' it only requires a test of your wisdom. Thus, reaching the Fourth Power Level is so easy for you."

Aiwass said, "But if you want to continue moving forward, you must gain the Heart of Devotion. Only then can you reach the Fifth Power Level, becoming the Mithra Messenger, a mature thirty-year-old adult with the power of the Sun."

"...I remember you've said something similar before."

Sherlock paused, recalling the words that Aiwass had only said once: "And then... the Path of Authority?"

"That's right, the Sixth Power Level is the Father of Mithra, a middle-aged man in his forties. As the hypothetical Sun God, you should inherently possess the power of kingship—it originally tests the heart of power, just as midday sunlight is the most intense and midsummer sunlight the most scorching. You need the arrogance and capacity to become the father of the Sun, believing yourself to be the greatest existence in the world."

"Then..."

Sherlock hesitated and suddenly asked, "What about the Seventh Power Level?"

Aiwass, upon hearing this, looked at Sherlock with interest, "Have you already realized?"

"Since the sixth power level isn't the limit, it implies that the seventh power level, or even the eighth, also exists — you've said similar things before, haven't you."

Sherlock spoke softly.

"But only now have you finally understood."

Aiwass nodded and said directly, "The seventh power level tests the Heart of Dusk. You must understand that no matter how blazing the sun is, it will eventually set. And when you reach this level, you will become an old man on the brink of decay — transitioning from a title like 'Father of Mithra', full of arrogance, to 'Shadow of Mithra'."

"Dusk... is it the limit?"

Sherlock looked at Aiwass: "Or is it..."

"Of course, there's more beyond. At the eighth power level, you need to master the powers of beauty and transcendence through the Principle of Balance — to transcend the limits of time and revert yourself back to youth. Just like the setting sun will eventually rise again... If you succeed in this trial, you can become the 'Son of Mithra', fully mastering Mithra's power."

Aiwass paused slightly here: "But if you can't transcend time, you will die of old age."

As he said this, he vaguely felt a fleeting touch in his heart.

It was as if he sensed some crucial point, but the inspiration vanished in an instant.

"So it's first father then son... I see, it's the power of reincarnation."

Sherlock paused, looking at Aiwass.

He had earlier suspected that Aiwass had mastered the power of reincarnation and returned from the future to the present.

But since Aiwass didn't say anything, he was unwilling to speculate on a friend's secret. To him now, it was viewed as a form of peering — it was also a kind of confidence. He was confident that as long as he thought about it, he could find the truth. Therefore, his thoughts might be seen as unfriendly, a kind of invasion and willful act of destroying others' privacy.

However... the eighth power level...

Sherlock originally thought his fourth power level was nearing the limit.

Turns out, he's still far off...

After the initial faint dejection, he instead felt a bit competitive — if that's the case, I can't afford to lag behind.

Perhaps, as Aiwass said... he now already understands the reason why he should care for others, which has made the path to his promotion more open. Now, Sherlock feels he has touched the limit and only needs to wait for the next ascension ceremony to attempt upgrading to the fifth power level.

"Are we heading back to Avalon now?"

Sherlock asked Aiwass: "Or... should we rest at the Vandom family first?"

"Let's go back with us once."

Arsene quickly said from the side: "We can call for a ship, it won't delay the wedding."

He didn't dare to imagine if he went out with the esteemed Aiwass and ended up returning alone, how his father would glare at him...

"You stay as well," Aiwass unhesitatingly grabbed Arsene, "you're coming along too."

Aiwass internally wanted Annie to return with him. Sourced directly from MV6LEMP6YR.

But he felt a bit awkward... If he actively requested this, it would feel very strange to Aiwass, oddly adding a "theoretical mom"; but if he didn't request it, the Duke of Vandom might ask Annie to stay, not wanting to cause trouble for Aiwass. Better to directly bring Arsene along, so that the Vandom family would basically all have to make a trip.

"In fact, it would be perfect to have the Vandom family issue an announcement for me—"

Aiwass thought for a moment: "Just say— the destruction of these Son of the Moon families was my doing. Just use my name... if you dare not, you can also use Aleister's name."

Either way, it's about the same.

Nowadays, in the gossip of the Extraordinary World, Aleister is nearly seen as Aiwass's mistress...

"And then pick and choose what to disclose about the Box of Emptiness and the Skull of the Mad King matters. Now that the Skull of the Mad King no longer exists, without the ability to interfere with astrological signs, a small divination can reveal the truth, so there's no need to hide it.

"The key is to let people know that... the reason for so many Iris Flower rebellions is because of the Count of Orleans, the mastermind. As long as people feel the main crime isn't on them, they'll go mad and push the responsibility away. Like this, it's almost impossible for the Iris Flower to cause another rebellion. Anyone stepping out now would be admitting to colluding with the Count of Orleans — no one wants to come out at this time to absorb the brunt for the Count of Orleans."

And taking this opportunity, the Fog Sky Department and her Fog Demons would act, ready to mass convert the Son of the Moon into Fog Demons.

At this point — these Son of the Moon, who staunchly believed in the Blood Celestial Marshal, had no other options. They lost the advantage of extraordinary power, the advantage of accumulated social capital, even the advantage in time, racial, and monetary aspects...

They are left with only one path to reverse their fortunes.

—That is, through the Ring of Ouroboros ceremony, to have the Blood Celestial Marshal descend in person.

And the Blood Celestial Marshal — will not indulge them.

Though the Son of the Moon can't enter the Dream Realm after death, as Phantom Demons of the Material Realm, they can actually enter the Dream Realm in the flesh. But after all this time, has the Blood Celestial Marshal ever led even one Son of the Moon to ascend?

These Son of the Moon, from the very beginning, had no choice.

Because Aiwass only left them with this final path.

That is extinction.