Crown of Silence

Chapter 467 Ugly

Late at night, in the silent bathroom, there was only the sound of dripping water from the faucet.

Warm water vapor was thick in the air, making it difficult to breathe. However, before you knew it, the water vapor had already sealed the bathroom under the control of some kind of force.

The detailed and complicated music theory formed its own system. As soon as it appeared, it was integrated into the water vapor without any fluctuations. It only existed between existence and non-existence. Even if it was extremely close, it would be difficult to detect it.

Charles was soaking in the bathtub, seemingly relaxing, but his eyes were staring at the ceiling silently, as if there was something extremely interesting there.

Even if the hot water has soaked the body until it turns white.

It wasn't until a long time later that a faint sound came from my ears.

"The Dragon of Disaster?"

The old voice sighed softly, "I see."

It is Handel, one of the current main leaders of the Silent Organization and one of the saints’ musicians.

If it hadn't been for such heavy news as the Dragon of Disaster, there might not have been a way to alarm him. Even Handel remained silent for a long time after listening to Charles's report. He dared to confirm whether it was true or false only after multiple verifications.

Although he was almost certain, Charles couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief until he got confirmation from Handel. Extreme fatigue came over him, making him want to fall asleep.

After going through so much, he finally found out the revolutionary army's plot in the Holy City, and his mission was successfully completed.

Finally free.

Ciel just wants to have a good sleep now, and after he escapes, he can find a better tavern and have a good drink with his teacher and junior brother.

"Thank you for your hard work." Handel's tone was rare and gentle, "We will make more preparations."

silence.

Charles waited in silence, and after a long time, he slowly frowned: "Then what?"

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Handel heard his question and immediately became confused: "Do you have anything else to report?"

"When do I retreat?"

Charles stood up from the bathtub and asked in a low voice: "When will you pick me up? I can leave at any time now, as long as you..."

His words were interrupted.

"Ciel, your mission is not over yet."

Handel's voice became serious: "It's not time for you to leave yet."

Ciel was stunned.

"you……"

He only felt that his eyes were suddenly dim, and the inexplicable panic became thicker, making him breathless: "You...won't let me continue to be an undercover agent, will you?"

Handel did not speak, but Charles's voice rose: "Didn't you say that as long as you find out what Gaius wants to do in the Holy City, you will release me!

Do you know how many times they have doubted me? Do you know how many people are staring at me outside this villa? Do you know how much risk I took to convey the news about the Dragon of Disaster to you? ! "

"Charle, I know this is very unkind to you, but we must put the overall situation first." Handel said solemnly: "Only you can do this job. This clue is too precious, we can't let him That’s it.”

"Then you do it yourself! You do this shit yourself as an undercover agent! Don't you have other people? Isn't that unshaven telepathic musician one of yours!"

Ciel growled: "F*ck, the overall situation is more important! I've had enough!"

"Ciel, face the reality!"

Handel became impatient: "Do you know how tragic the consequences will be once the Dragon of Disaster is released?

Just knowing what they are going to do, what can be guaranteed! Doesn't the Dragon of Disaster itself have guarding measures? But who knows what other trump cards the Revolutionary Army has? Just knowing this little thing is equivalent to not having it at all! Do you think that this little thing can erase the sins you have committed? "

Charles was silent.

He stared angrily at the vapor in front of him, as if trying to find Handel in it.

The panic that came from nowhere caused his internal organs to twitch, a dull pain spread from the depths of his brain, and he had a splitting headache. He pressed his forehead, but he couldn't suppress the manic impulse that broke out.

That anger was like iron, like fire. It wanted to forge his consciousness and soul, tear his body apart, ignite his soul and burn it to ashes.

His body was shaking under the severe pain, and he couldn't help but want to cry. He wanted to shed tears.

"How could you do this?"

He murmured in a low voice, letting the snot and tears fall from his face, falling into the turbid and cold water that he didn't know when. He stared blankly at the water vapor in front of him and choked softly:

"This...is different from what we promised. I beg you, please let me go? Why is everyone like this? I'm really a loser. People like me can't do it at all. Undercover, really. I haven't been able to do anything since I was a child, and now I can't even be a musician. Why are you still forcing me?

Lord Handel, you are a saint, a high-ranking man. I know that you can do anything if you are willing.

Please, please let me go...please..."

"Ciel, you have to keep doing this."

Handel whispered: "Only you can do it."

"It's useless even if I stay." Charles prayed: "Mr. Constantine has been ostracized. Nothing can be obtained from him."

"Then change it."

Handel said coldly: "Change someone who can give you the real inside information."

Ciel was sluggish.

For some reason, he felt a chill coming from his bones. The chill engulfed him and he was almost speechless:

"……What do you mean?"

"Listen, Charles, now that Constantine is no longer of use, you must find another way."

Handel's voice came, his voice gentle: "I will secretly arrange for you to meet Gaius' people tomorrow, and then you will tell them Constantine's plan.

After he is eliminated by Gaius, he can naturally penetrate into their real core in the Holy City. "

"impossible!"

Charles lost his voice. After noticing the coldness on the other end of the communication, he quickly stammered and explained: "Even if I betray Mr. Constantine, the people in the Revolutionary Army will not trust me."

"You don't need to worry about this. The silent agency will help you gain their trust."

Handel seemed confident, but his tone turned cold: "But you have to understand one thing: there is not much time left for you.

Ciel, if you fail, not only will you die, your teacher will also be sent to hell because of his relationship with Gaius.

Without the support of the Holy City, no one can save you. "

"——I hope you can stop hesitating and make the right choice as soon as possible."

Communications broke down.

In the silence, there was only the sound of cold water drops falling from the ceiling into the bathtub.

Ciel sat blankly in the water, as if frozen. He stared at the diffuse water vapor and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know how to talk to Handel again.

He only felt that his eyes were getting dark.

The headache became more and more severe, as if it was tearing him apart, making him dizzy. In the darkness, he felt the cold water droplets fall on his face, which was blood red.

Bloody water fell from the ceiling and fell into the bathtub, dyeing the water in the bathtub blood red.

The world seemed to be in decay, and it had experienced thousands of years in an instant. The entire bathroom was covered with dirt, spiders had spun webs, and it was completely ruined. There are ghosts in the broken mirror staring at the world here.

"here we go again."

Charles pressed his forehead that seemed to be broken, endured the severe pain of schizophrenia, and gasped hoarsely: "Fuck you...here it comes again..."

With trembling fingers, he raised it, groped with difficulty on the sink, found the small bag, and pulled it off suddenly.

Inside the bag was a set of brand new glass syringes, a small bottle of physiological saline, and an ordinary small paper bag.

"It must work... it must work..."

With trembling fingers, he opened the paper bag and carefully poured the powder in the bag into the salt water. Although a lot of it was sprinkled on the ground, most of it was absorbed into the salt water.

The syringe was inserted into the salt water, sucking out the turbid liquid, and finally, it was raised in front of Ciel's eyes.

Charles stared at the sharp needle blankly, and after a long time he laughed. Without hesitation, he inserted it into the blood vessel of his wrist and injected it all.

Soon, the medicine took effect.

As a result, the world became no longer scary, even the blood and ghosts became extremely warm. Those distant shadows danced hand in hand around Ciel, sang softly, and laughed innocently like children.

Colorful lights appeared in front of my eyes, as gorgeous as a dream.

In the dream, there was a vague shadow touching his cheek.

The fine long hair hung down from her shoulders and fell on Ciel's face. The strands of dark red hair were so beautiful, like the embers of a fire.

"Mother……"

Ciel lay down in the cold water, hugged her, and let the void of warmth and happiness surround him.

He fell asleep.

——

"Ciel."

"Ciel."

A voice called out amid the turmoil of the carriage. Ciel opened his eyes drowsily and saw Constantine looking at him.

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

he asked, pointing at Ciel's face.

Charles was stunned for a moment, touched his face, and suddenly felt like laughing. It seems that I just said the same thing to Constantine yesterday, but today, the situation is reversed.

You can tell without looking that your face looks terrible.

He smiled reluctantly, but did not dare to look into Constantine's eyes.

This morning, people from the Silent Agency contacted him through secret channels, and everything was ready. Tonight, he would meet Gaius' confidants through the introduction of an intermediary.

Then……

Ciel subconsciously pressed his heart, trying to find traces of heart beating.

Then, he will betray Constantine...

Constantine will die.

And he will step on his corpse, penetrate into the core, and obtain the secrets of the revolutionary army.

How ugly, Ciel.

So ugly.

He lowered his head.