Through illusions, Angel presented the six murals in mid-air.
The mysteries of the murals were finally solved. From the logical line of the murals, it’s roughly a story of "a king shedding armor to return to infancy."
But the entire story is filled with an absurd sense.
Especially when viewing these six murals together, they are filled with a sense of drama.
Lady Laplace’s eyes were filled with confusion: "What is the meaning of swaddling clothes, why pursue swaddling clothes?"
Angel hesitated for a moment: "Swaddling clothes can be interpreted as a baby’s sleeping place, the king from the throne transforming into a baby in swaddling clothes, isn’t this implying... rebirth? Renewal?"
After a pause, Angel said in a low voice: "Or perhaps, Samsara?"
"Rebirth, renewal, Samsara." Lady Laplace repeated these words, seemingly pondering upon something, her expression slowly growing solemn.
On the other side, Angel sighed softly: "However, it’s still just speculation. The Abyss hides endless secrets. Where is this ancient city? What are those beasts? Why do kings lay down their armor to return to swaddling clothes... These are mysteries that cannot be answered."
Laplace: "No, they can be answered."
Angel looked at Laplace in confusion. Laplace did not speak; instead, she reached out her finger and gently tapped on the illusion released by Angel.
Angel could feel a new force being injected into the illusions of these six murals.
This power was unfamiliar but harbored no malice, entering the illusion node with a coolness as gentle as water.
Although this power felt gentle, what it did was not gentle at all, as it was seizing Angel’s control over the illusion technique.
Angel glanced at Laplace but said nothing, silently relinquishing control of the illusion node.
As Angel let go, Laplace smoothly took control of the illusion, and the illusion quickly began to change.
The six murals themselves did not change, but beside the murals, rows of text appeared.
These were all written in the Abyssal Demon Script, and a variant version at that.
Angel had seen these texts beside the murals before, but as he did not recognize them, he hadn’t paid them any attention.
Now, Laplace had laid out all these texts, and Angel scrutinized them... still unrecognizable.
Laplace: "As long as these texts can be translated, the content of the murals will surely provide answers."
Angel: Isn’t that obvious?
"...But who can decipher these texts?" Angel looked at Laplace.
And coincidentally, Laplace turned to look at Angel, their eyes meeting.
In Laplace’s eyes, Angel saw a hint of expectation. Angel was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, then pointed at himself: "You mean... me?"
Laplace nodded: "If you can decipher the murals, you can surely solve the mystery of the texts."
Angel felt his head filled with question marks.
What kind of logic is this? Just because I deciphered the transformation, I can solve the mystery of the texts?
That’s like saying if you can kill an ant, you must be able to kill an elephant with the same logic, which doesn’t make sense at all!
"I originally didn’t want to come this time, but Glaipnir suggested I come, and it turns out, her intuition was right."
Angel: ...And then? He doesn’t recognize these texts; how can he force an understanding?
"Just before this, I revealed the situation of the murals to Glaipnir; coincidentally, Glaipnir received a piece of intelligence and was looking for me at that time." Laplace paused at this point: "And that itself is a kind of omen."
By this point, Angel already understood Laplace’s logic.
She’s at it again with the "overinterpretation" thing.
Angel didn’t mean to say that overinterpretation is wrong; indeed, when deciphering inspiration, some reasonable or excessive interpretation is needed.
However, this time the interpretation is too much of an assumption.
He doesn’t know these Abyssal Demon Scripts, so how is he supposed to interpret these texts?
Seeing Laplace still looking at him expectantly, Angel sighed inwardly, speaking his mind.
Laplace pondered for a moment: "What if this isn’t demon text, but rather a puzzle similar to the murals?"
Angel: "...If it’s a puzzle, the Wise Sovereign would have already solved it, it wouldn’t come to me."
The Wise Sovereign perhaps might keep some thoughts to himself, but if Laplace really asked, Angel believed the Wise Sovereign would still tell Laplace the truth.
The Wise Sovereign might have solved the puzzle of the murals, but when it comes to the texts, Angel still believes the Wise Sovereign might also be stumped.
Laplace seemed to have more to say, but Angel sighed in his heart and said, "I mentioned before that I know quite a few friends in the Abyss. Perhaps I can find help to decipher these texts, but for now, I cannot uncover the mystery of these texts."
Angel paused for a moment, then continued: "Let’s put the matter of the murals aside for now. Lady Laplace mentioned that Glaipnir received some intelligence. I wonder what it was?"
Although Angel was also curious about the murals, he was more concerned with matters related to himself than these incomprehensible murals.
Although Laplace still had the demon texts in mind, she also understood that what Angel said was indeed true. Perhaps, as Angel said, only when he finds friends in the Abyss can he get the real answer.
"The intelligence Glaipnir received was from Charles Palace."
Angel: "Charles Palace?"
Laplace nodded and briefly introduced Charles Palace.
Charles Palace is a special mirror space, unique in that it has a real-world support.
The real-world mirror corresponding to Charles Palace is a strategic alchemy tool called the "Moss Stone Mirror." Laplace didn’t know the specific function of this alchemy tool, but she made an analogy, saying it’s probably like the Mirror World created by the Mirror Lady—once there is real-world support, its stability becomes extremely high. As long as no actions are taken, the mirror space will not shatter.
However, because it has real-world support, the aggregation energy within Charles Palace is extremely thin, and generally, mirror creatures aren’t willing to live in such a place.
Just like the Mirror World of the Barbarian Cave, it’s called a Mirror World, but it has completely attached itself to the Law of the Wizards’ Realm, with no aggregation energy inside, so it can no longer be considered a territory of the Mirror Domain.
Charles Palace barely counts as within the Mirror Domain, but it’s just in the cracks between.
The reason there are still mirror creatures living in Charles Palace is simple—they are worshiped by the descendants in reality.
"Descendants in reality? Like the Cyclops Family?" Angel wondered.
Laplace shook her head: "No, the inhabitants of Charles Palace are a group of former humans. After death, they became Mirror Grudges, and through some special transmutation, have now become the Guardian Spirits of Charles Palace."
"They are posthumous transformed mirror creatures."
"As a result, their mastery of aggregation energy isn’t as strong as other native mirror creatures, and their dependency is relatively low."
"These are side issues, let’s return to the main topic. Charles Palace is inhabited by Charles I, Charles II, and Charles XIII. In fact, some descendants of Charles attempted to enter the Mirror Domain but ultimately failed in transmutation, leaving only these three still surviving."
"Among them, Charles I and Charles II have been in the Mirror Domain longer than I have, and Charles XIII is about the same as me."
Because the people residing in Charles Palace are all ancient entities of the Mirror Domain, even though they have stayed in Charles Palace for years, with limited prowess, they still live long lives and have much broader knowledge.
This is why Glaipnir visited Charles Palace.
In Charles Palace, Glaipnir learned an interesting piece of intelligence from the mouths of these three special "Mirror Grudges."
They all stopped dreaming almost at the same time.
Before this, their frequency of dreaming was very high.