When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 912 - 282: Fury Brand?

Chapter 912: Chapter 282: Fury Brand?

Miss Aleister, accompanied by Selene, followed Prince Xiyaldo into the car.

At first, she subconsciously thought they were going to ride in a horse carriage.

However, it was only when Prince Xiyaldo led the two of them to the curb that Miss Aleister noticed his vehicle.

—It was a genuine “car,” clearly engraved in Miss Aleister’s memory.

Miss Aleister’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Moreover, it wasn’t just any car, it was even a sports car—

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The bright red streamlined shell shimmered under the lights. It was a convertible, and the driver’s seat was occupied by a middle-aged driver wearing bizarre sunglasses. Similar to those worn by Master Nobel, the driver had strange glasses embedded with seven microscope lenses, all gleaming a bright green light.

The driver slightly tilted his head, seemingly surprised by Prince Xiyaldo bringing two ladies into the car.

“Head home.”

Prince Xiyaldo took the passenger seat and instructed as such.

Miss Aleister skillfully opened the car door and sat behind him. She then reached out to help Selene settle in.

She instinctively searched near the seat but couldn’t find a seat belt and had to give up.

Through the rearview mirror, Prince Xiyaldo saw all this but said nothing, just quietly looking forward.

With the engine’s gradually loudening humming noise, the car steadily moved forward. The tires looked to be in great condition, and the asphalt concrete road was also well-maintained.

As the speed of the car gradually increased, the surrounding scenery quickly receded.

“—Ah!”

Selene was suddenly flung back into her seat by a burst of force, getting startled: “How—so fast!”

She immediately reached out and grabbed Miss Aleister’s arm, barely managing to escape from that intense unease.

But then, the increasingly clear sense of suffocation made her gasp heavily again—the excessive speed made breathing difficult for Selene.

Seeing this, Miss Aleister turned around, her mouth curving slightly upwards. She comfortingly said, somewhat helplessly: “It’s okay…”

She tried to lift her hand slightly, grabbing the air outside.

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Through this simple method of estimating speed, she judged that their current speed had already exceeded eighty miles and was still accelerating—without reaching the limit. At this speed, Miss Aleister surprisingly didn’t feel any significant shake.

“Could we go a bit slower, please?”

Miss Aleister leaned forward onto the front seat, raising her voice to Prince Xiyaldo.

“Slow down.”

Prince Xiyaldo slightly turned his head to the driver and said: “Also, raise the windows.”

Immediately following, the speed that had been slowly climbing was cut by half. At least at this speed, Selene no longer felt difficulty breathing.

Then, the transparent car windows rose on both the front and the back sides. As the windows rose, they made a trembling, loud noise until the red shell on the roof extended to seal them. The noisy sound of the wind was suddenly blocked out, and the car interior became instantly quiet.

“…To dare raise the front glass at such speeds, not fearing that the strong wind will blow it away.”

Miss Aleister sat up straight, unable to resist commenting.

During the window raising, tragic scenarios flashed through her mind—she was genuinely worried about the Prince being suddenly impaled in the eyes by the shattering car window glass and dying on the spot. Just like when she was in school, watching the wobbly ceiling fan, always worried it might fall down and decapitate the student sitting in front.

“What can and cannot be done, Mr. Fenrir is clear about. I only need to provide suggestions, he knows what to do.”

Prince Xiyaldo briefly explained.

Then, he slightly turned his head and looked at Miss Aleister, asking: “Have you seen the ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ before, Miss?”

He did not quite remember if Miss Aleister had introduced herself before. Maybe she had, but he obviously didn’t remember.

“Aleister.”

Miss Aleister briefly added.

“Very well, Miss Aleister.”

Prince Xiyaldo immediately supplemented Aleister’s name: “It seems you are quite familiar with this car, at least not entirely unfamiliar.”

A car…?

Aleister also realized that the Stibnite people do have the concept of a “car.”

She curiously countered, “The Philosopher’s Stone… is that its name?”

“Exactly.”

Prince Xiyaldo nodded slightly, his voice unconsciously growing a bit louder: “Don’t you think? This beautiful red is precisely the legendary color of the Philosopher’s Stone. As the essence of Stibium Alchemy, it undoubtedly deserves this name.”

“But I remember,” Aleister smiled, “the Stibnites believe that the ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ does not exist, right?”

“For that very reason, it got named after a car.”

From behind, Aleister saw the corners of Prince Xiyaldo’s mouth slightly rise; he seemed to have faintly smiled.

And his melodious yet calm deep voice still continuously resonated clearly in the sealed carriage: “At least there is nothing else that would be named after ‘Stibium’.”

“Is this car… your invention?”

Aleister suddenly asked.

“…No,” after a brief pause, Prince Xiyaldo replied with a somewhat complicated expression, “but I participated in its design.”

—What a bittersweet and proud complex expression it was.

Only a soul that is tormented yet radiantly shining could harbor such a bittersweet and steadfast spirit.

If such a spirit were torn apart, defiled… made to wail…

Seeing that expression, an unwarranted, crushing desire suddenly surged from deep within.

It was like seeing something adorable, yet harboring destructive thoughts to tear it apart…

Aleister’s pupils faintly flickered with a dark red light.

“Miss Aleister,” sensing the flash of pure malice behind him, Prince Xiyaldo suddenly turned his head to look at Aleister’s right eye, “Please mind yourself.”

He solemnly warned.

Yet Aleister did not conceal the naive yet cruel smile on her face.

She merely extended her finger, positioning it between the back of Prince Xiyaldo’s ear and neck, her fingernail gently scraping him. The sharp white fingernail, like a dagger, could sever flesh in an instant.

The car fell into a brief silence, with Aleister leaning on the front seat and locking eyes with Prince Xiyaldo. Meanwhile, Selene had wilted entirely, curling into a fluffy ball on the other seat. Only the driver remained composed, continuing to drive as neon lights outside swiftly streamed by.

“…Hmph.”

Aleister chuckled softly, retracting her fingernail. The dark red glow in her eyes gradually faded, returning to clarity.

Although her face seemed unbothered by her actions,

Her heart, however, startled her—this sudden outburst of madness was completely contrary to “Aiwass’s” rationality.

That feeling, like seeing noisy children outside the window and wanting to rip off their heads; seeing someone stuck in a swamp reaching out to her, wanting to chop off their arm with an axe after grabbing their hand.

As an expert in Demonology, Aleister immediately deduced… this was a characteristic of the Wrath Mark branded by the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

Those souls favored by the Fallen Celestial Marshal, get branded with the Mark of Sin. They are gradually dragged into corresponding realms until their desires spiral out of control.

If death occurs in the right way, they will be transformed into demons post-mortem.

If Shadow Devil Beiad had not reconciled with himself and abandoned the Wrath Mark, she would originally be in this state. Developing and evolving the power of the Mark of Sin would eventually advance her into a Flame Demon.

The two Great Sin Beasts Aleister currently had under contract were the sins of Sloth and Envy.

Meaning, she should not have the Great Sin of Wrath on her…

…Could it be the Fallen Celestial Marshal has made a move against her? But if so, did he not detect the Sin of Pride on her?

Or is it that as the “Son of the Moon,” being immersed in the desires of the Path of Love, this is her characteristic?