"The true body of the young Demon King... Yes, the true body is still in the distant beyond, what you see here is just a bubble illusion."
"This is the illusion created by that little demon, hahaha, it scared you, didn’t it."
A young boy with bandages wrapped around his right hand suddenly began to shout loudly and occasionally burst into laughter, appearing very much like a clown playing a prank.
If a score of 10 is perfect, setting aside the boy’s flushed face, Angel would give this boy 8 points for his acting skills and adaptability, with the deduction for his stuttered start.
But now, probably around 2 points.
Why isn’t it 0 points? Naturally, because this performance, despite its many flaws, somehow amused Angel at a particular point within his heart.
"Oh, so it’s the illusion created by the Princess."
While everyone else was staring in disbelief at Bruiser, Angel was nonchalantly, even with a smile, playing along.
"Of course! That little demon is most vicious by nature, and she created such an illusion deliberately to scare you. Right, right, right?" Bruiser said "right" three times, all targeting Angel. Clearly, Bruiser was on the verge of collapse, desperately seeking affirmation from others, even though he didn’t know who Angel was.
"The Princess indeed could do such things," Angel affirmed seriously.
Upon hearing this, Bruiser seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then loudly appealed: Don’t believe it; what you see is an illusion.
"However, since you are set on being the Princess’s illusion, why do you oppose the Princess in your speech? Since it’s an illusion, shouldn’t you show respect to the Princess and scare people as much as possible?"
Bruiser was instantly speechless, his face turning pale: "I, I..."
Angel: "So, even the Dark Demon King can be at a loss for words."
When Angel said this, let’s not talk about Bruiser’s feelings; Lady Melo was once again convinced of Serum’s words. Don’t be fooled by Angel’s usually gentle, friendly nature; he indeed had a mischievous side.
What Lady Melo needed to do at this moment was to keep silent, bow her head, and pretend to know nothing.
Angel’s mischievous target now was Bruiser. If his interest extended to her, it wouldn’t be good.
However, Lady Melo was thinking too much; Angel had a lot of respect for ladies, and in his own words, he didn’t consider himself mischievous.
He merely found Bruiser, the boy, quite interesting.
Among this group of Talented Ones who were rather dull, Bruiser was unique and naturally caught Angel’s attention as he stood out.
However, seeing Bruiser’s suddenly crestfallen face, Angel kindly chose not to continue teasing him.
Instead, he helped Bruiser out.
Angel casually released several illusion nodes, and a faint white mist enveloped Bruiser, concealing the "true art" Dox spoke of and blocking the eye-burning scene.
As for Golos, Angel didn’t forget, though he hadn’t provided any interesting reactions. While he was at it, he helped cover for him too.
Angel’s operation, what reaction Bruiser and Golos would have, he didn’t know for now, as the white mist also blocked sound.
The purpose of blocking sound wasn’t due to Bruiser’s noise but rather to create a quiet space. This was more conducive to exploring that aspect which intrigued him even more.
Thinking of this, Angel turned to look at Siber.
At this moment, Siber was squatting on the ground, head bowed, muttering to herself.
Angel listened closely and realized Siber was repeatedly saying: This is also an illusion; it’s an illusion; it’s an illusion...
Angel could be sure that Siber hadn’t been listening to Bruiser’s ramblings earlier. Strangely, the pair arrived at similar thoughts.
"Young boy, you are not fighting alone."
Angel gently sighed internally and walked over to Siber.
Siber sensed someone approaching, but she didn’t lift her head, continuing to bow silently.
"It seems Lady Melo’s etiquette teaching hasn’t penetrated your heart yet." Angel whispered softly, then extended his finger, and pointed to Siber’s brow from thin air.
A Nightmare Illusion for emotional soothing then rushed into Siber’s Spirit Sea.
The previously turbulent emotions gradually calmed down under the illusion’s effect.
Siber seemed to regain awareness, raised her head to find the Honorable Wizard, whom even Lady Melo respected, standing before her, and quickly stood up to greet him.
"Sir, please forgive my rudeness, I was just too..." Siber continued, recalling the earlier eye-burning scene, but her emotions were much more stable now than before.
Angel: "No need to say more; I am curious about one thing."
"How did you exit from the Rainbow House below?"
...
After a while, Angel listened to Siber’s account.
Siber herself didn’t know exactly how she came out. Upon entering the rainbow mist, she saw scenes from the Red Coral Church on Thoroughbred Island from years ago.
These scenes were very different from her memories and had turned eerie. The missionary she had seen, cold as ice before, drifted like a ghost. Every time he faced someone, he would punish them in the name of God. The punishments involved decapitation.
Siber was initially frightened by these scenes, fleeing constantly, fearing the ghostly missionary would appear before her the next moment. Gradually, she noticed something odd.
She saw patches of rainbow mist.
Originally, upon entering the Red Coral Church, the rainbow mist disappeared, but inexplicably, she occasionally saw faint mist emerging.
Moreover, the most concentrated place of rainbow mist was where the missionary and the victims were.
At this point, Siber had realized that this might not be real but rather an illusionary realm. As she began seeing rainbow mist, she understood she was entirely isolated from it; the mist couldn’t blend into her body, merely floating outside. This led her to another conclusion: the ghostly missionary was an illusion composed of rainbow mist, and possibly, like the mist, it couldn’t interact with her, so the missionary couldn’t harm her.
This hypothesis seemed abrupt in logic but wasn’t in reality. Siber confirmed it was an illusion and recalled Angel’s words before entering—