When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1225: 519: Are You Here to Kill Me?

Chapter 1225: Chapter 519: Are You Here to Kill ?

“…Mr. Aiwass?”

Oswald was suddenly startled when he heard that familiar voice.

He turned around abruptly and saw Aiwass, who had appeared in the corner at so point, slowly removing his hood.

Aiwass’s eyes were no longer the clear, transparent erald green, nor did they glow with a warm, sun-like gold-red. Instead, they were emitting a bewitching purple mist.

—No doubt, it was Aiwass.

Even though he wasn’t wearing the Holy Temple style of church attire at the mont, and was just in loose casual wear convenient for movent… But Oswald, who had watched Aiwass grow up, naturally wouldn’t mistake him for anyone else.

He was taken aback, “You… weren’t you supposed to…”

Like a wild wolf, the old butler suddenly realized sothing and swallowed the rest of that sentence.

“‘Supposed’ to what, Mr. Oswald?”

Aiwass chuckled softly, “Supposed to be in the barracks, supposed to be by the seaside, or supposed to be in the Spirit Summoning Tower?”

His gaze bypassed Oswald and looked at his foster father, Jas Moriarty.

“—Is that what you think?”

Aiwass spoke word by word.

At this mont, Old Jas didn’t seem to be in good shape.

It wasn’t because of injury, illness, or lack of sleep—but rather because he had lost that light and mysterious aura.

He seed to be in a bad mood, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned, losing that faint, composed smile. His deanor beca more solemn and austere. Like soone normally playful at the card table suddenly sitting up seriously to play cards with you.

One could say, it was as if the spider, grey and lurking like a phantom deep within the web, had transford into a dark, shining rhinoceros beetle. The hazy dreamlike veil had vanished, making him appear more distinct.

—Or to put it even clearer, it was like a monster looking like a CG-animation suddenly had a health bar appear beneath it.

“Mr. Oswald has temporarily lost so of the Power of Devotion because he used it on others,”

Old Jas responded for him flatly.

“Is that so, Mr. Oswald?”

Aiwass turned back, calmly looking at Oswald, “But if that’s the case—then why do you look so ashad?”

Oswald, who already had his head bowed, lowered it even more, remaining silent and seemingly even more pained.

Aiwass’s words were not an interrogation, but concern.

But to the old elf, Aiwass was not rely a child he had watched grow up. Aiwass had once beco the Pope, and though he was now retired, his words still carried the weight of the Holy Crown and Sacred Staff’s stern reprimand.

The fundantal system of professionals and heirs is different.

Once an heir loses the heart for the corresponding path, their power is also lost along with it. It’s more of an idealistic approach, if one truly believes in a path, his power increases rapidly; but if one who originally believed in the Path of Devotion suddenly loses faith, then all of his Power of Devotion would dissipate.

The professional system from the Great Sage and Hourglass is sowhat more stable, but it hasn’t changed the chanism of gaining power. Instead, it uses a more chanical, thorough way to solidify the path’s transformation on the mind—aning once a person reaches a certain path level, the corresponding path’s influence on the mind keeps increasing, thus it’s ‘less likely to suddenly lose the heart for that path’, hence won’t lose power. The side effect is that it’s easier to lose control and beco a puppet of the path.

The Papal Guard certainly belongs to the heir system.

Therefore when a guard’s power suddenly weakens, it may an that he has potentially strayed from the Path of Devotion, his mind has beco impure—in accordance with church rules, Oswald should imdiately have his na removed from the Holy Scripture and be dismissed. Until he restores his power, he cannot conduct any activities in the na of the church, nor can he leave the church’s influence area—which ans leaving the city.

This is essentially a house arrest, just with a city-wide range of movent, and one can do so community service or activities to try to regain a bit of his state.

This is already considered a more lenient disposition.

If the Power of Devotion was completely lost, he would be branded and imprisoned.

This is very terrifying within the entire societal system of the Holy Nation. For elves who take great pride in appearances, it’s even more painful than a death sentence. This ans publicly announcing to everyone, “This person has strayed from the Path of Devotion, don’t believe anything he says from now on.”

Oswald can still perform Advanced Divine Art, which ans at least he still retains so power of the Path of Devotion; if he can tie with Director Cornelius, then at least his power of the Path of Balance hasn’t diminished, and he’s still at the Fifth Power Level.

Oswald certainly knows the Son of the Moon’s weakness. Even if he doesn’t, Old Jas would surely have told him.

Now he can’t even use the Fourth Level’s Scorching Ray… this signifies that Oswald’s Power of the Path of Devotion has at least declined to the Third Level, or even lower.

It’s only been two months since they last saw Oswald in the Holy Nation.

…What exactly happened in these two months?

Aiwass’s question hung in the air, and Oswald gave no response.

In a silence that may have been brief or may have seed endless, Old Jas spoke slowly, “Please step outside for a mont, Mr. Oswald.

“Help us keep watch, can you? Prevent anyone from approaching us.”

“But you—”

Oswald looked up in astonishnt at the old man beside him.

Old Jas, unhurriedly smiled and transferred the cane from his left hand to his right with ease, “This is a matter between the Moriartys—it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to get involved.”

He looked at Aiwass, as if questioning or confirming, “Right, Aiwass?”

Aiwass understood his foster father’s words.

The duty of the Guardian Spirit is to ensure the continuity of the Moriarty na, a contract made in days past. The Moriarty Family’s unique mode of succession results in technically having only one true “Moriarty,” while the rest are rely foster sons and daughters in na.

Therefore, Oswald always stayed by Old Jas’s side, always intending to protect this elderly man who has “faked his death” several tis.

—His decision was undoubtedly correct.

And Old Jas ant to say…

“This is a battle between the Moriartys, whoever wins becos the new Moriarty. Hence as a Guardian Spirit, whether you act against the old master or the new master, it’s inappropriate.”

In other words, Old Jas ant, “You have co to kill , haven’t you?”

“—You are correct.”

Aiwass nodded and smiled gently, responding.

Upon hearing it, not only did Old Jas not scold or reprimand, but he too smiled silently.

Oswald glanced at Aiwass, then at Old Jas. He suddenly shivered—because these two people, with no blood relation, had smiles so similar.

It was like looking into a mirror.

The old elf’s expression was complicated.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say sothing, or perhaps to wish, or even to plead. But in the end, he said nothing.

He swayed slightly, as if sothing was leaving this vessel. The aged elf whose voice suddenly turned hoarse responded softly, “Yes,” and then turned to leave.

—Besides this, he truly didn’t know what he should say.