The shy yet crazy Misty Goldlady, the adorable but gluttonous Davasiya, the elegant but cold black and white maids⌠Angel never thought that one day he would share a banquet table with these extreme creatures from the Nightmare Realm. Additionally, he was still awaiting the arrival of three possibly more terrifying new guests.
Angel had countless thoughts swarming in his mind, constantly contemplating leaving, but he also knew that as more guests arrived, that became increasingly unrealistic.
His only hope now was to survive this deadly dinner smoothly.
To achieve this modest wish, he naturally needed to learn more about the banquet and the guests. The chat of the black and white maids became his best channel of understanding at this moment.
âSpeaking of which, I can understand why the Boiling Gentleman hasnât arrived. His duty station, the Candlelight Corridor, is far from here and takes some time to get here. But why hasnât that Tentacle Monster arrived yet?â the white maid asked, glancing at the guests at the banquet.
The black maidâs eyes showed some displeasure: âWhy are you so concerned about him?â
âIâm just curious. Byer Corner, where I am, and the Sunken Cemetery, where you patrol, are both farther than the place he resides. Yet, he hasnât come over by now. Is there a new issue at the Cross Hall?â The white maidâs calm and composed tone swallowed the black maidâs complaints.
The black maid paused for a moment: âPerhaps, while patrolling the Sunken Cemetery I sensed a strong presence of Origin, maybe from the inner region.â
âIs that so? No wonder I sensed earlierâŚâ
Sensed what?
Angel was eavesdropping; their conversation revealed so much information that Angel had a hard time keeping his ears pricked. Unexpectedly, as he was engrossed in eavesdropping, the white maid suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.
Angel thought his little eavesdropping attempt had been discovered and sneaked a glance at the white maid. However, he found that she wasnât looking towards the main seat but was instead deeply inhaling the air, seemingly sniffing something.
On the other side, the black maid also seemed to smell something. A trace of longing flashed in her dark eyes, along with intense wariness: âItâs the scent of boiling.â
Angel had been focusing on their conversation, but when he heard the black maid mention the âscent of boiling,â his mind went blank. Boiling had a scent?
Angel secretly sniffed himself, but apart from the slightly sweet aroma of food, he detected no other scent in the air. So, he didnât quite understand what the maids were smelling.
The white maid nodded: âThe boiling of Origin Power, this scent truly fascinates me. My Kinetic Furnace is already rejuvenated and emitting steam.â
As she finished speaking, Angel clearly noticed the white mist emitting from beneath her steel crinoline increasing significantly. On the other side, the black mist under the black maidâs skirt also rapidly intensified following the white maidâs anomaly.
And this transmutation was entirely due to what they termed the âscent of boiling.â
Angel didnât know what the scent of boiling was, but they mentioned a term referring to the concept of boiling in their conversation earlier.
âThe Boiling Gentleman.
Currently, there were three empty seats at the banquet, one for the so-called âLord Nuka.â From the maidsâ talk, it was clear that the Boiling Gentleman and the Tentacle Monster mentioned by the white maid were supposed to attend as well, meaning the two remaining spots should be theirs.
Since they alluded to âboilingâ now, did it mean the Boiling Gentleman had arrived?
As Angel thought about this, the corridor lights in the distance all went out, plunging the path from the corridor to the main door into dense darkness.
The castleâs main door was open, allowing a faint glow from the outside world to peek in.
When Angel looked up, he happened to see at the illuminated part of the castleâs door a pair of plain yet shiny leather shoes emerging from the darkness.
When he saw these shoes, Angel felt a loud boom in his mind, familiar with those shoes as they were seen when Sanders looked through the channel outside the Star Pond.
And the owner of these shoes was also the opponent Lord Reine fought with in that corridor filled with bizarre creatures!
Angel never expected that he would also attend this banquet?
Could he be the Boiling Gentleman the maids mentioned?
As Angelâs thoughts raced, his eyes suddenly moved. His peripheral vision seemed to catch something flashing past the leather shoes and into the corridorâs darkness.
Was it an illusion? As Angel pondered, the Lunatic Tome hovering mid-air spoke: âThe Boiling Gentleman has arrived.â
Perhaps thinking Angel might not recognize the Boiling Gentleman, the book added while introducing the guest, âThe reason he is called a gentleman is because he is a respected Moonlight Noble in the inner region. Moreover, the black and white maids are also related to him.â
As for the specific connection between the maids and the Boiling Gentleman, the book didnât mention it, considering the involved parties were present at the banquet.
However, the white maid seemed to believe it was no secret, she smiled and said, âYou need not hide it. Lady Shava, being a royal noble, naturally knows these secrets. The Boiling Gentleman was created single-handedly by Minister Dim. He inherited Minister Dimâs will, while the Power Furnaces of the black and white maids are the Boiling Gentlemanâs work.â
After speaking, the white maid looked down at the white mist continuously emanating from beneath her skirt, a trace of bewilderment flickering in her pure white pupils: âWhenever I get close to the Boiling Gentleman, the Power Furnace automatically initiates thermal rejuvenation. This feeling is truly wonderful.â
As they spoke, the Boiling Gentleman had already walked into the dark corridor.
As soon as the Boiling Gentleman entered the dark corridor, an anomaly occurred; a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly emanated from the corridor.
Angel had never understood what the scent of boiling meant.
Now, he started to gain some enlightenment.
When this terrifying energy surged, the previously calm Nightmare Realm atmosphere suddenly became restless, like boiling hot water, churning around.
Even without any external force, the mere churning of the Nightmare Realmâs atmosphere made Angel feel a strong sense of threat.
Nonetheless, Angel could barely tolerate the Rampant Nightmare Realmâs atmosphere.
But what caused his heart to race was that besides the boiling force from the dark corridor, there was also a breath-taking energy pressure.
Angel could sense that this pressure wasnât directly aimed at him, but was rather a kind of pressing force field unleashed by the rampant energy.
Yet, even so, the pressureâs intensity far exceeded Angelâs expectations.
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