The Endless Shuttle

As soon as Aina stepped through the door, a chill ran down her back, as if some residue of a great will was lingering in the air, it was a sense of uneasiness rising from the depths of her soul...

Pat, clack.

There was a sound of trampling on the marble floor.

Seeing the person coming, Aina gasped.

The clothes on that person should be the costumes of a magician from the engineering team, but he, or rather his face, was completely dissatisfied with what Aina saw two months ago.

It looks like a mixture of octopus and human, with a strange seal hanging around its neck.

"Welcome, Earl Aina."

The monster said respectfully, and then handed over the document in his hand.

"This is a form that needs to be reported after completion, please check it."

"Are you really okay?"

Aina asked incredulously.

The octopus monster scratched the tentacles on its chin, with a ferocious smile hanging from the corner of its mouth.

"Don't worry, Earl Aina, this appearance is just a negative gift brought by knowledge. It's better to say that I feel more comfortable than ever before."

"..."

"Hey, Aina, it's not normal here..." Reina Doro said in a low voice with some anxiety: "When I was fighting with the soldiers from the United States, half of my body was sliced ​​off by the magic cannon and I almost died. My feeling here is even worse than back then..."

"Well, we will leave when His Majesty comes down."

Aina looked at the monster, then at the dizzying pattern on the ceiling, and agreed with Reina Doro's words.

Did not enter the opera house, and did not choose to sit and rest.

Driven by inexplicable fear, the two female vampires stood in the hall waiting for their queen.

Soon, the door was pushed open again.

With light green long hair braided into a cumbersome and beautiful hairstyle, wearing a classic white dress, "Prince of Chaos" Gada Kukokan arrived at the opera house.

Before the two of them knelt down to salute, another figure appeared behind the True Ancestor.

The appearance of a handsome black-haired young man with a gentle smile, his tall and straight figure is three heads taller than Jiada.

"The construction is not bad. In this way, His Majesty Hastur's arrival can basically be said to be a certainty."

"I arranged the layout strictly according to the knowledge you gave me, and of course there will be no mistakes." Garda Kukokan said proudly: "In such an environment, even the critical eyes of the Lord of the Star Sea in Deep Space should be able to Are you satisfied?"

"Don't underestimate the appetite of that majesty."

Aina knew the black-haired young man.

The root cause of the Third True Ancestor's appearance in the eyes of the outside world is also the only lover she announced in a high-profile manner. In the rumors of vampires, she has an inextricable relationship with the Fourth True Ancestor.

Marquis of Ardikia, Rope, the creator of Cthulhu mythology!

Chapter 60: The Return of the King in Yellow

For the three years in this world, it doesn't even take a small amount of time for the Demon God to care about it.

Nangong continued her teaching career that month. Aurora has been promoted from the first grade to the third grade, and will soon become an honorable high school girl. Haze Natsune is the youngest, one grade lower than Aurora. Nina was completely indulging in the alchemy experiment after her freedom, and she was so happy.

Half a month ago, Rope's "Cthulhu Mythos" officially topped the sales list of novels worldwide, and the promotion of the third true ancestor several years ago played a vital role.

And today, here in the realm of chaos, the Demon God will personally preside over the arrival of Hastur, the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea.

"The sun is engulfed in the waters of Lake Hari, as the truth is buried in the wisdom of the ages. Nautauba, the High Priest, showed Kasiruda the prophecy that her successor would be the Last of Kings. And Kasiruda's brother Adonis kept pestering her again and asked Kasiruda to redesignate her heir..."

Rope caressed the etchings on the wall and whispered strange stories written in strange characters.

These are the contents of "The King in Yellow".

"Ades and Adibalan are reflected on the lake, and Kasiruda sees the dark and legendary city of Carcosa in the reflection, the terrifying reality that makes Kasiruda suffocate. The end has come, Kasiruda Syluda's time is also approaching. The scavengers are already hovering above Kasiruda's head..."

Garda Kukokan narrowed her eyes, fascinated by the black-haired youth's singing.

As a mystic who was introduced by the demon god, the true ancestor felt the mysterious power from these obscure contents.

The majesty that comes from the king in yellow, the lord of the star sea in deep space.

Aina and Reina Doro knelt on the ground and saluted, their expressions were confused, as if they were listening to a scripture from heaven.

The Third True Ancestor came to his senses and raised his hand to make her courtier stand up.

"Count Aina, Countess Reina Doro, you two have done a very good job. I will remember this achievement."

"No, Your Majesty, you have given too much credit. We are just in charge of supervising the construction. It is the members of the engineering team who have completed this splendid opera house."

"Then it has nothing to do with you."

Garda Kukokan said.

"After submitting the documents, forget about this matter completely. Don't leave a trace of memory, you have never been responsible for this matter, and these days of hard work are just your leisure time in Vinagata, you understand ?"

The two vampire women shuddered and lowered their heads deeply.

"Follow Your Majesty's orders."

This matter is confidential.

Although it's okay to be exposed, the secretive nature of the mystic has permeated Garda, making her feel that apart from the backup of the files in the deepest part of the empire, it is best not to leave traces of this matter in the world.

"Back off."

"yes."

No matter how curious they were about why the black-haired youth was here, Aina and Reina Doro left the opera house as if fleeing under Garda's order.

If they don't leave, I'm afraid their queen won't let them go.

The Third Primogenitor followed the black-haired youth into the main hall of the opera house.

A crimson curtain that looks like blood hangs in the center of the stage, silent, and lit by lights.

Each seat is hidden in the darkness, listening carefully, there seems to be vague praise from the unknown spirit body, admiring the king in yellow.

The main person in charge of the engineering team is also the magician who took over "The King in Yellow" from Jiada. He crouched under the stage, holding the original manuscript of "The King in Yellow" in his hand, like a pilgrim. Worshiping towards the top of the stage like offering a gift, he made a low voice with sobbing and terrified laughter.