He and It Chapter 93: Dark Sky Sanctuary (28)

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Chapter 93: Dark Sky Sanctuary (28)

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: GaeaTiamat

 

For a long time, the young man didn’t move, much less turn his gaze away.

Why?

Undoubtedly, Falchion was punishing himself, and this punishment was not just a little fight, it had a cruelty that was close to self-destruction.

But what kind of skill, what kind of charm did he have, to deserve Falchion using such a harsh and cold punishment on himself?

Was it love?

Radiant Angel did say that the herd had a complicated love for him. He also regarded the Demon Horses as family and friends. But was it love alone that drove Falchion to such extremes?

Or was it guilt?

However, guilt remained untenable. After all, it wasn’t Falchion’s conscious decision to come down and fight Angola one-on-one, it was Hell’s choice, and it wasn’t the Demon Horse’s fault. Even if it was, it was only that the herd was too late to save his life.

It was like a doctor rushing to the scene of a car accident, and the injured person’s condition had long been past the ability to return to life. Could that be said to be the doctor’s full responsibility?

For a while, Yu Mengzhou was in a state of panic, not knowing what to do.

In front of such heavy facts, any words were pale and futile mollifications that would only show their thinness. He couldn’t think of what to say or do.

He pulled back fearfully, but then he thought, if he couldn’t even accept Falchion’s pain, then who was he to say he could forgive? He settled down and looked carefully, as he judged the condition of the centaur.

Blasphe raised his head, and suddenly, swiftly and silently, he moved and half-covered the dark window.

Someone is coming, he signaled to Yu Mengzhou, opening it too much will be discovered by the other side.

As luck would have it, the second after he moved his hand, there was a soft thud from the door of the bedchamber.

Falchion’s eyes opened indifferently, as if two scarlet morning stars lit up in the dark night. He straightened up his huge body, accompanied by the fine sound of sharp blades stacked on top of each other. His short rest time passed, and he was again the Emperor of the Demon Realm. Yu Mengzhou looked over and saw the sharp lines of his features, half of them dancing in the faint candlelight, half of them silent in the thick darkness.

In came two centaurs, one in front of the other.

The first had a graceful, quiet, and precise stride, and, as he looked about him, his high gathered white hair was like fresh snow covering the mountains. It glowed with a glittering shimmering light in the chamber almost like Yu Mengzhou’s sinless soul. His fur was scarlet, and the pupils of his eyes were an impressive shade of scarlet, so that even describing him as strikingly beautiful would be too perfunctory.

Yu Mengzhou immediately realized who he was.

Crusade, the gentle demon horse that used to gaze at him with sadness.

Compared to Crusade, the other horse was a bit more reckless. His iron-black fur was shiny as satin, and the pupils of his eyes glowed with a wild, untamed light. When the centaur opened his mouth, sharp, snow-white fangs appeared between his lips.

Was it Striker? Yu Mengzhou thought in his mind. The temperament was similar, the fur color was also similar…

“Chief, you’re calling us, huh? I’m dying of boredom staying here day after day!” the second centaur spoke with a big grin and impulsive voice. “When is the war going to start?”

Well. Yu Mengzhou nodded. Yes, it was Striker.

Crusade pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were very cold. “How did you get dragged back by Iron Scepter last time? Have you forgotten? The more you lose, the more you want to fight. It’s really indomitable. Only the spirit deserves commendation.”

This was the first time Yu Mengzhou had heard Crusade speak so articulately, but it had to be said…So mean! Where had the gentle and melancholic Crusade gone? How could he do that to his youngest brother?

Striker was actually used to it. He just turned his head and said, “Don’t get cocky. You only beat Bloody Butcher by going two to one…not to mention it’s not that hard to beat you…just rip out your tongue. Who do you think you are?”

…Striker?

In the dark room, Yu Mengzhou’s jaw dropped and his mouth fell open.

Striker, did I hear you right? What did you just say, you weren’t like this before!

Facing his youngest brother’s threat, Crusade smiled joyfully. “Well said! Why don’t you do what you say? Come on, come on.”

“Indeed, it is better for you to be in a state of dumbness,” Striker grinned with his sharp teeth and spat out his long tongue. “Since you can’t wait…”

“That’s enough.” Falchion finally raised his eyes, and interrupted the drawn-out verbal sparring. Just when Yu Mengzhou thought he was going to intercede, the Emperor said jadedly, “If you want to bleed so badly, then go out and come back in after you’ve finished fighting.”

Falchion–!

Yu Mengzhou’s heart roared like mountains and seas, unable to describe his shock.

Don’t you reconcile the conflicts between your companions anymore? Don’t you maintain the harmony of the herd? Even though you are a demon, what happened to the chief who spoke with disdain and care, saying, “I have to take care of them because once they leave the battlefield, their intelligence will disappear.” Where did he go?

Gods, how could you have turned out like this…

Blasphe lifted his head and gazed up at the ceiling of the dark room. While he was thankful that he hadn’t been revealed for what he really was by the human yet, he could hear perfectly well that the Gao’er was laughing maniacally in his mind in triumph.

“What a show!” Gao’er couldn’t help but pass the word to him. “That was so funny! Let’s just say it’s a good thing it wasn’t me who was unlucky!”

Blasphe was silent. He gently tugged on Yu Mengzhou’s hand. It was perfectly fine for them to do it again, but Gao’er was still here, and as a neutral Prince he couldn’t afford to take sides to that extent.

Yu Mengzhou sighed. He understood what Blasphe meant. The group re-emerged from the dark room, led by Blasphe, and openly paced outside.

“After seeing him, what are your plans?” Blasphe’s lips didn’t move much as he hissed softly.

“You’ll put the word out first,” Gao’er squared up as well. “Tell them we’ve got a lead on the human, and if they’re willing to make peace, we’ll get together as a group and get the word out.”

Blasphe asked, “What if they don’t want to?”

“Do you think that’s possible?” Gao’er snorted. “It would be perverse not to rush over when they hear news of the human, wouldn’t it?”

“No,” Yu Mengzhou said suddenly. “I’m not waiting.”

Blasphe, “?”

Gao’er, “?”

“How did they get to be like this?” Yu Mengzhou asked with difficulty. “When I couldn’t see it, I had a lot of speculations in my heart, but just now I saw with my own eyes what they are like now, and it turns out that the status quo is a hundred times more exaggerated than what I expected at its worst! I can’t wait. Sevenfold Eyes said my original tools were here. Where are they?”

Gao’er asked timidly, “You…What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to knock Falchion hard on the head,” Yu Mengzhou said without hesitation. “And after that, and after hugging him and crying, do you think things will turn around?”

Blasphe swallowed hard and was dumbfounded for a rare moment. He asked cautiously, “Do we think…there will be a turnaround?”

“I don’t know. that’s why I’m asking you guys,” Yu Mengzhou simply said. “Since you guys aren’t sure either, I’ll give it a try. If I succeed, Gao’er, I’ll also have to trouble you to call Radiant Angel and the others over.”

“This, this isn’t good, right?” Gao’er stumbled to dissuade him. “Isn’t it too reckless…?”

He wanted to say “Falchion is in a dangerous situation,” but on second thought, even in Angola’s demon palace, when Yu Mengzhou came in alone, he didn’t hesitate to take the clippers to him, not to mention Falchion, who was mad because of his love for him.

No. In that case, if the human still maintained a soft attitude towards Falchion as before, and felt indebted to him, sending him to the Emperor would be a sheep into the tiger’s mouth; but the current situation took a drastic turn for the worse. After he saw Falchion treating himself with cruelty and treating the herd with indifference, the human was actually, uncharacteristically assertive…

I’m not afraid of him being tough, I’m afraid of him being soft. Perhaps this method had a few possibilities?

“You can try it.” Gao’er hesitated for a moment before his attitude shifted to one of support. “Anyway, the decision is all yours.”

Blasphe let out a sigh as he reversed direction and headed for the far side corridor.

“I still say, as long as it’s your will,” Blasphe said. “Your tools are in the bottom treasure room. No one but us can open that door.”

Gao’er transformed into the lingering shadows that always hid Yu Mengzhou’s form as he whispered in alarm, “Wait! There’s someone familiar up ahead.”

Yu Mengzhou immediately understood and ducked behind a tall stone pillar.

“–Ether.” Blasphe was forced to stop and nodded towards the centaur in front of him. “You’re here.”

He had thought that nothing could surprise Yu Mengzhou anymore after today, however, his eyes widened after he saw Ether’s appearance.

Regardless of the spiritual and mental differences, after regaining his half-human, half-horse form, Ether was the one who had changed the most. His fur flowed with a mercury-like phantom color, his hair also had the same flowing silver texture, and deep in his pupils, refracted a translucent blue light.

As he stood there, his thin lips also glowing a faint light blue, the Prince of Manipulated Space looked at Blasphe coldly and asked, “What are you doing here instead of watching those idiot courtiers?”

Blasphe stared at him.

“Ether.” A moment later, he suddenly signaled to his fellow brother in a way that no outsider could perceive. “Do you remember when I helped you with a force of rebels last time, and I said, you owed me a favor?”

Ether frowned, wondering why he was suddenly saying this.

“Remember. Why?”

Blasphe nodded. “Very well, now is the time for you to return that favor. Condemn Falchion immediately and call him callous.”

Ether, “Huh?”

“Come on,” Blasphe urged calmly. “I’ll do what I say. I won’t take advantage of you for nothing. Say something bad about the Emperor, about the other brothers oppressing you, and him not doing you justice. Come on!”

Ether looked at him suspiciously. All the communication between the two parties happened in a flash of lightning. The centaur frowned and tried slowly, “I came here because I’m in a bad mood…What are you doing here?”

“You’re in a bad mood?” Blasphe asked. “Why?”

“–Because Striker laughed at me for the two-on-one and said I was vain.” Ether was really fired up about that. “Was I the one who couldn’t beat Bloody Butcher? It was Falchion who randomly let Crusade out. They were the ones who didn’t take me seriously!” After some thought, he added, “Besides, Falchion is really getting aggressive now…I really miss the human. If only he could have been there, nothing would be the way it is now…”

With this last statement, Ether showed his true feelings, and Yu Mengzhou, hidden in the shadows, felt his heart beginning to ache again.

“Ether is so pathetic…” He said quietly to Gao’er. “If I don’t manage to knock Falchion out, you remember to take him with you.”

Gao’er, “…”

Gao’er knew there was a ghost there. Just now he was being so arrogant, but in the blink of an eye he started to play hard to get. What did Blasphe tell him? It was just that human beings were soft-hearted. Your acting skills can only fool him!

 

Even though he thought that, on the surface, Gao’er was not a heartless Deathstar, and in the methods of the herd’s subterfuges, he wasn’t good at picking a fight, he only endured with a smile and said, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”