Above The Sky
Chapter 1157: 170 Chaos Demon (2/2)

Chapter 1157: Chapter 170 Chaos Demon (2/2)

Crown Prince Carlos fell silent.

Clearly, the First Knight weighed heavily in his memory, while Ian, though outwardly in silent mourning, was inwardly extremely alert.

——What’s Carlos up to? Is he truly lamenting history, or is he testing me?

Ian didn’t know how Teacher Hiliard was poisoned back then… He only knew that it was because he was betrayed by a friend at a gathering, which led to the poisoning by the ‘Ice Prison Calamity Ash,’ capable of dissolving the Origin Structure of a Fifth Energy Level Sublimator… This Originium Plague is theoretically easy to avoid, according to his premonitions.

But due to reassurance, negligence, and the first encounter with a friend’s betrayal using such a technique… he made a miscalculation, committing an irreparable mistake.

Even though the enraged Hiliard immediately killed all the betrayers present and rushed back to the Imperial Capital, it was still too late.

No matter what, his prowess was affected, unable to unleash the theoretical majestic power that could be compared to the Unyielding Fortress—the overall Imperial Capital. It didn’t just slow his speed; by the time he reached the palace, he had nearly exhausted his strength, ultimately leaving with only the Silver Chip, this legacy, leaving the Imperial Capital, leaving Quinor Plains, wandering everywhere.

Indeed.

Just from the genuinely mournful expression of the Crown Prince, Ian could tell that he was thoroughly supportive of the First Knight… People like him are definitely not few in The Empire, which is why Teacher Hiliard could have hidden so deeply back then, with only a few coming to pursue him.

However…

It’s also probing.

Ian was certain, and silently cursed: “In the end, aside from me, no one knows Teacher Hiliard is already dead—I’m ambiguous to everyone, even if Master Gossay accidentally leaked some information, they can’t be sure of it!”

“Silent mourning? Is there any necessity to mourn someone who might still be alive? If there is, shouldn’t it be done intentionally in front of me?”

Of course, it could be Carlos’s genuine mourning… But this kind of thing shouldn’t be taken lightly; it must be addressed seriously and respectfully.

This is the respect due to the teacher.

So, after following the mourning for a moment, Ian lifted his head, curiously asking, “Has the First Knight passed away? I heard that after causing such a stir in the Imperial Capital, he disappeared beyond the plains… It’s been years since anyone has seen him.”

“Hmm… I think he might have passed away.”

Carlos raised his head, somewhat uncertainly stroking his chin and said, “That Ice Prison Calamity Ash is quite terrifying, even now, the Terra Confederation hasn’t found a way to replicate it—and its indiscriminate lethality to all life, even to a True Dragon, is truly incredible. Even if he sustained for a while, it’s improbable he could sustain until now.”

“What is Ice Prison Calamity Ash?”

With disdain in his heart for yet another test from Carlos, Ian raised his brow and pondered, “It sounds… quite terrifying.”

“An unprecedented venom, rumored to originate from hell.”

The Crown Prince’s expression returned to tranquility, he shrugged and said, “I don’t know much about it, only that it’s the most terrifying venom in Whole Terra, the Hydra’s poison pales in comparison to it, is nothing more than fizzy water at most. Alas, such a pity, that was our Empire’s best chance to have a stable fourth Fifth Energy Level expert, yet short-sighted people back then abandoned it… Even if plotting against grandfather, they shouldn’t lay hands on the First Knight.”

These words were treasonous, even sinful to ancestors, but Crown Prince Carlos spoke from the perspective of the Empire as a whole.

——A hero and the everlasting dominance of the future Empire, the latter indeed outweighs.

The truth was revealed. It’s not a test, Carlos merely uttered an unknown tale and made a sharp critique and avowal, for Ian, it was a deep conversation despite their shallow acquaintance.

“Of course, some say Ice Prison Calamity Ash originates from demons… Hmm…”

Carlos thoughtfully glanced at Ian, suddenly saying: “Ian, do you see anything now?”

“Oh?”

Ian raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and sincerely replied, “Actually, I haven’t seen anything yet—but now I can take a look.”

Thus speaking, Ian squinted his eyes, a watery glow emerging from the gaps of his long eyelashes.

He looked towards Carlos.

And then, understood why the Crown Prince would say that.

“Demons?”

Ian said with considerable surprise: “The traces of the Void Demon—Your Highness, have you fought an extremely powerful Void Demon before? There’s even leftover injuries?!”

“Haha, I knew you’d be able to tell.”

Carlos chuckled, patting his own waist, and said cheerfully: “Yes, there’s still a bit of injury that hasn’t healed, so I’ve been lying on the sofa. But even without the injury, I like lying down, it’s indeed comfortable.”

“You went to Dragon Island before.”

Ian watched for a while longer and then exclaimed: “Quite a few True Dragon auras, four completely different True Dragons, and one… extremely powerful…”

Ian closed his eyes, deep purple blood slowly flowing out. He wiped his eyes and upon reopening them, they returned to normal: “Apart from this, I can’t see anything else.”

“Hmm.”

Carlos nodded with appreciation: “You really can tell—yes, I went to Dragon Island, met the Dragon King, and stayed there for quite a while. Your True Dragon companion, I remember his name is Sio; he used to have the Void Demon’s Poison… it’s because he spent so much time with it that he can sensitively notice the demonic aura on me, right?”

“The King of the Mountain surely thought to take you to Dragon Island to thank you, hence you know these things.”

“I really didn’t expect, Your Highness, that you’d been to Dragon Island.”

Ian exhaled, not deducing from what Carlos had thought, but from intelligence related to the Voidrealm Machine God heading to Dragon Island, which he recalled just last night: “Demons… despite many legends, I’m unaware of what kind of monstrous beast they really are.”

“Demons are bitterness and resentment.”

And Carlos replied blandly.

At this moment, Ian suddenly felt a sour and painful cold sensation at his spine, instinctively lying back on the sofa, yet his hands posed defensively.

——That was the feeling of encountering a formidable foe… absolutely an undefeatable adversary!

This is a warning from the body, an irresistible… fear!

All of this is due to Crown Prince Carlos’s eyes igniting with a deep blue radiance akin to the sea… platinum blonde hair moving without wind. At this very moment, the demeanor of this Imperial Prince was utterly solemn, even when holding a wine bottle, resembling the solemn wine god.

——Fourth Power Level, and does he also have Spirit Energy at the Fourth Power Level? Ian thought, realizing that every prince and princess with Crown Prince qualification has unique power.

The Second Prince Michael is closest to the Fifth Energy Level, and those who can compete with him, Crown Prince and Crown Princess … surely have matching potential and strength!

“Bitterness and resentment, disgusting words… This land has already experienced a thousand centuries of bitterness and resentment, and wars; it needs stability and peace.”

Looking up, the Spirit Energy Radiance in Carlos’s eyes diminished greatly but lingered somewhat, he faced the equally solemn Ian, furrowing his brows and slowly said: “And to achieve it requires many aspirational dreams.”

“Wanting food, wanting warmth, wanting stability, wanting lodging, wanting family, wanting friends, wanting love; these are the most basic dreams.”

“Wanting accomplishment, wanting advancement, wanting breakthrough, wanting sublimation, wanting to become a great person, wanting to become a hero; these are further dreams.”

“Wanting to change suffering, wanting to save mankind, wanting to embrace all beings, wanting to conquer all disasters, wanting to provide ease to all things; these are the supreme dreams.”

“Then, change this world, letting the whole world operate according to the ‘correct’ way in ‘my’ heart…”

So said, this seemingly cheerful, easygoing Crown Prince revealed a rather menacing, lion-like grin: “This is a madman’s mutterings, a lunatic’s sleep-talk.”

So he spoke, did not stop, and continued with even heavier tone: “This is the Prophet’s forethought, the might of the strong, it’s the Emperor’s aspiration, and also the Authority of the Master Throne!”

“Ian—this is the dream all deceased wither amid dark nights and winds, the thought all living place in the sun and light.”

“Everyone has dreams, whether biologically living or dead, strong or weak, intelligent or dull, bewildered or steadfast, seekers or reachers… emperors and beggars are the same in this respect, because all living beings have desires, have dreams, and are willing to abandon less important desires for their most core goals, hence there is compromise and order.”

“But…”

Carlos took a sip of wine, his expression mellowed but the intensity in his eyes rekindled: “This land does not allow so many dreams.”

“Hate, annoyance, destruct everything, these are similarly dreams, they can be called by the curse of bitterness and resentment—such power is enough to affect the Domain of Void, create Subspace… even chaos that shatters all order.”

“Demons are that kind of thing. At least one of them.”