This is a world without the sun, with more dead air than the underground. Someone was singing, a girl's voice piercing the corridor. This is a world without life, where ghosts accompany the corpses, and their princesses sing loudly, their voices full and round, trembling in the air of death.
Lametta had heard enough. "It's like a crow got an arrow in its stomach," she commented. "Can you pull out the thorn? My ears want to hear music, not noise."
"No need." Princess Mononoke said.
"Let the Bansi Banshee come and you don't have to waste your time on me."
"Am I out of tune?"
"Almost." It was too euphemistic, but it was a pity that he had to lower his head when he was under the eaves. She couldn't even sing smoothly, and her beautiful, loud and full voice was a torture. Lametta wouldn't have cared about outside noise, but her singing was so aggressive that it made people dizzy and blinded. "Maybe I'd rather hear it sung by a living person."
"Then you have to do it yourself." Princess Mononoke said, "You are the only living person in Gavash."
"I'll scare you to death all over again. Forget it, can you change the song? Not this one."
"What song is it?"
"Second Night of Praise."
Her request goes too far, and Princess Mononoke puts down the bone flute. "Religious music is not welcome here."
same as me. "you will not?"
"No. Just go find the Bansi Banshee."
Lametta gave up. Now she was lying on the bed, her bones as crisp as the bricks in disrepair, and it was difficult to get up. She could only curse Seroma and the White Envoy, "Tattooed" Jizuk, and the hateful apprentice of the Tower Commander. She did not dare to curse the Black Knight, even if the direct cause of such an end was actually him.
Garwash is the land of the undead. The dead will come here, but the mysterious creatures will not. Lighting a fire means burning the soul, and once the fire is extinguished, so is the soul. Therefore Gavash has only a mortal soul, and the mysteries are born from the bones. Necromancers are a special case, and it's hard to tell whether they are dead or alive. Lametta regarded them all as the former, because they themselves thought so.
Princess Mononoke didn't leave. The room is spacious and well-furnished, with a round table next to the bed and six chairs surrounding it. She sat on the chair furthest from Lametta, fingering the flames. The candlestick burned with faint blue flames, similar to the fire of souls born from the dead. They had neither light nor heat. Lametta would rather have a match. The air was cold and dead, and she couldn't help but wonder why the Black Knight had sent her here. Maybe he didn't want to see me alive. is it possible? Demon lords killing each other? His Majesty the King will not allow it. But now there is no king in Byrne...
Lametta thought day and night to prove this was a lie. She had been troubled by the status of the Black Knight before, but now she realized that it was completely meaningless. The Black Knight is not yet the king. Once Byrne loses the king, the fate of the association can be expected. We will be unable to protect the Nameless Ones, Lord Quicksilver thought. The Tower Seers will soon be able to find Byrne through astrology. If we find that we have no protection, we can easily kill them all. The difference is sooner or later, but the Demon Hunter's Nightingale detected the clue, and it was me who shortened the time with my own hands... How can I prove that all this is a lie? Is this an illusion fabricated by the Black Knight to scare me?
Whitehead and Alini are both at Oglethal...
Byrne is not alone in Starless Night. Ogrethal is also a kingdom of associations, but it is the most alternative city and is far less comfortable than Byrne. Many members of the association do not recognize it as their hometown and even feel ashamed of it. However, Lametta knew that the urban structure of Oglesel could hide the existence of the unknown people to the greatest extent, and it did not need to be mysterious to cover its tracks. Bain, the city of reflection, is different. Its absolute safety comes from the king's protection. As soon as the king left the city, they were no longer safe.
No wonder the Black Knight doesn't want to help me. Lametta finally understood that her plan was a joke before Byrne's safety. Continuing to toss in it would only attract the attention of the mysterious Fulcrum and usher in destruction in advance. The School of Silence discovered her identity, and without Byrne, she would have nothing to hide. Lametta thought she was no longer afraid of the church, but she was still deeply afraid of losing the protection of the association.
The same may be true of Black Knight. The City of Reflection is about to be destroyed, and he is moving away the Nameless Ones who have settled in it. Ogrethal was the only option. Its owner, the Pit Lord Whitehead, had a very bad relationship with Syroma, who had never been to Oglathel. In fact, lords cannot trespass into other people's territory without the permission of the Black Knight, with the exception of Byrne. Lametta wonders if the king had today in mind when he laid down the law.
A cold wind blew. "Your Highness." There was an undead in the room. It took off its weapon before kneeling down to Princess Mononoke, which seemed to be some ancient etiquette rather than unnecessary.
Lametta looked at it, the face sunken, the features rotten, the fire of the soul dancing in the skull. This is the subject of the Black Knight. No one can deduce its original appearance from these remains. How can the undead identify each other? She hadn't cared before.
"Refreshments, please." The undead said, but at least its throat was not rotten. "It's time, Your Highness."
Princess Mononoke turned her head, and the light reflected from the knight's armor passed through her chin. "Put it aside." Her voice was cold.
The undead did so. Its iron boots scraped the ground, and its trouser legs were empty. "Any other orders?"
"No. Why did you start working as a servant, Ruthven? I remember you called yourself my knight."
"I'm at your service, that's all."
"That was in life. You're dead."
"I accept more than just the memories of my life. Your Highness, your knight and I are the same person. I also know very well how a knight should treat his master."
"Really? But you broke into the lady's room without saying hello." Lametta pointed out.
The undead knight ignored her. Its eager eyes - or rather, firelight - were cast on Princess Mononoke. Can the dead have love and loyalty? Lametta doesn't know either. It must be the inertia left by the memories during his lifetime. The wizards of the school have studied undead creatures and believe that these new fires have no similarity with the skeletons themselves. The only connection is the memory of the body. These legacies can also be discarded. The undead fires watch the memories and know their secrets and wishes, lovers, relatives and friends, but they cannot empathize with them.
"Am I disturbing you, Your Highness?" it asked cautiously.
"No. I have been dead for a long time, and the world after death is boring and sad, so every word of concern during this long time makes me feel comforted - do you think I would say that?" Princess Mononoke stretched out her hand, picked up the dinner plate, and It was thrown with an absolutely graceless gesture. Magic is waving in the air. "Get away!"
Lametta couldn't help but look at her differently. The nature of this Princess Mononoke seems to be different from the patient image created previously. The knight dodged the debris and stood up, making no resistance the whole time. "You forgot, Uro. You should remember how much I love you." Its tone was full of regret.
"Stop it, Ruthven. Especially don't say it in front of outsiders."
"Her?" The knight noticed Lametta. "This lady is dying. When she opens her eyes again, she will never remember her again. I can help."
Once he did make a move, I seemed to have no chance of parrying. Lametta tried to move his arm and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The green elf Ning Ail used life magic to treat her wounds, but the little girl's magic was more comfortable to her senses. No matter what, she would have to lie in this miserable condition for a few weeks, until the gods had mercy and reminded the Black Knight that there was a half-dead prisoner in his palace during his busy schedule.
Princess Mononoke explained: "He is crazy, and every word he speaks is crazy. You see, there are no good doctors in Gavash."
Is this sarcasm or fact? "I think I can understand." Lametta nodded, "No need to trouble you, Mr. Ruthven, just go and guard your princess."
She began to sympathize with the Black Knight. With such a bunch of lunatics under his command, it was no wonder that he was sarcastic and made no secret of his violent tendencies. But the farce effectively disrupted her train of thought and freed her from despair and anxiety. I can't do anything, I might as well go to the theater.
...In the dark, sinister and gloomy fallen plane of Gavash, a stupid, self-righteous woman lies on the bones and lingers. At the same time, her hometown is under threat, her hard work is ruined, her hatred has nowhere to release, and the only thing she is allowed to do is to turn her head and watch two dead people singing and fighting. What a novel entertainment. There is no joke in this world that can make people forget their frustrations, and Lametta felt like she was a joke.
The gods must have heard her prayers. When the undead Ruthven was about to have a big fight with his beloved princess, a skull door opened on the wall. For the first time, its style matches the occasion. Another undead knight stepped out of the door, fire flashing in the slits of his eyes.
All disputes came to an end. "Uilosnis," the Black Knight said, "put down the fork."
"I haven't eaten in three hundred years," Princess Mononoke said, "so I didn't take it for meals." She glanced at Ruthven menacingly.
"What a pity. There are still many three hundred years waiting for you."
"Drive him away, Black Knight. Drive him away!"
The undead lord glared at everyone with his cold gaze. But in Lametta's view, his irritation was not only due to Ruthven's indifference, but also to the bossy behavior of Princess Mononoke Uillosnis. "I'm not your feather duster, Uro." He waved his hand and closed the ladder, "What are you playing at?"
"We were discussing the choir score," Lametta interjected. "It's a pity that someone came to disturb the situation."
The Black Knight ignored her insinuation. "Take your sister away, Ruthven. Don't let her come here and scream."
"This is offensive! Your Highness Uro is the princess I swear allegiance to."
"Forget it, I'll die before you do," the ghost screamed.
LaMetta almost laughed. The Black Knight finally decided to treat them as nothing. He crossed the table and chairs, and his unpleasant eyes fell on Lametta.
