"You must have noticed it, right?"
On the Twin Towers, the elegant woman in white asked the woman in black leaning against the railing, saying, "I heard His voice."
"It's very clear. Even after so many years, His voice still echoes in this place—this city of His." The woman in black didn't turn around, but looked down at the city from above, a city filled with music, magic, and a long history. It was once His city, and now it belongs to her and her.
At this moment, the entire city was still whimpering in the night. People hadn't realized what the music emanating from the Twin Towers just now meant. Perhaps they dismissed it as a child's mistake while practicing music on the roadside, or considered it just noise. Most people might scoff at this piece of music when it played, as it didn't conform to modern music theory and was almost meaninglessly chaotic.
But only those who had truly heard this music, those who knew this history, would understand who this seemingly irregular piece of music belonged to.
It's just that this city has almost forgotten that history, and forgotten that one who once ascended to the pinnacle—He.
"What do you think caused this resonance? The Witch King Remnants?"
The woman in white paced to the side of the woman in black. Unlike the woman in black, who was facing the railing and looking down, she simply leaned against the railing, letting the evening breeze ruffle her hair. She asked, and the woman in black fell into thought.
"Those useless people don't even know what they're pursuing." She replied, "The Dustworld Sound? That's just trash He casually discarded. Only true music, His own music, can cause a resonance."
"So... He really came back?" The woman in white's tone suddenly became heavy, "He really didn't die?"
"You and I both know He's dead." Whether she was trying to convince herself or not, she stood up from leaning against the railing. "Even if He came back from hell, it would just be one more time. We'll send Him back to hell again, that's all."
That's right, there's no difference, just one more time.
The Twin Towers were built from the collapse of the Witch King's Tower. Letania no longer needs the Witch King.
Now, Letania only has the Twin Empresses.
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Also in Letania, the black and white twins on the high tower weren't the only ones who heard this resonance. They were hidden in the dark sewers, like rats in a sewer compared to the two conversing on the towering Twin Towers.
"...That's the King's music." The person in the black robe excitedly shouted his discovery, "The King has reincarnated! The King has returned to this world!"
Shouting delirious words, but the crowd gathered in the sewers was infected by this fervor. How long had it been since they heard the King's music in this city? How could they not go crazy for it? The King, forbidden in Letania, once again manifested his music in reality. This music made the entire city resonate, which was undoubtedly a miracle—and proof that the Witch King's power had never faded.
The immediate priority, of course, was to find the Witch King's reincarnation... the person who could repair the Witch King's musical score. In their eyes, there was no other possibility besides the Witch King himself returning to this world through some means.
They must search for the source of this music, find the King who has once again descended to the world. The King's greatness is enough for him to comprehend life and death; even returning from the dead is not impossible. Perhaps in the King's eyes, it was merely a slightly longer nap. Moreover, a significant portion of the organization did not acknowledge the fact that the Witch King had died. In their view, the Twin Empresses were just two imposters who seized power when the Witch King neglected state affairs, and then spread rumors of the Witch King's death.
Many people truly believed that the Witch King was still alive beneath the Twin Towers—
And now, the music resounding throughout Letania undoubtedly heralded the King's return.
"Go find the King's bloodline! The King's bloodline will guide us! It will guide us to the true King!"
Frenzy, an unprovoked frenzy, swept through the entire venue. Far away in Kazimierz, Noah naturally didn't know how much trouble her act of repairing the Witch King's lingering musical score had caused. At the banquet, she and Manner concealed the existence of the music box, temporarily keeping it with her.
In truth, it's impossible to say Noah had no selfish motives. The music box was dangerous, but it also contained terrifying power capable of overturning everything. According to Noah's deduction, the Witch King's musical score had the ability to change human souls, and even directly distort the existence of reality and illusion. Keeping the music box with her was also a way to protect herself. Although, if possible, Noah probably never wanted to open this music box in her life.
After leaving the Supervisory Council, Manner and Noah temporarily let Maria and the others go ahead. Kuro, Manner, and Noah found a secluded place, and only after ensuring there were no eavesdroppers did Manner speak.
"You still have that music box, right?"
"Mm, I've figured it out. This thing... should be a collection of the Witch King's fragmented scores that the Witch King Remnants collected." Noah said, "The essence of this fragmented score can distort people's souls and bodies, blurring illusion and reality, but so far it's been quite docile."
"The Witch King Remnants might be eyeing this music box, so be careful." Manner nodded. He still trusted Noah a lot. "Also, if anything happens, you can call me."
"I understand, Uncle Manner." Noah naturally understood Manner's concern. "But Uncle Manner, how did you know about the Howling Guard incident? I only learned about it through other channels..."
"I... have some friends." Manner spoke with some hesitation, "They can occasionally give me some information."
"I see..." Noah nodded. In Kazimierz, there was an organization that could obtain information faster than the Shieldless League? Should she say it was full of hidden talents, or that the Shieldless League had declined to such an extent?
However, Noah didn't say much, just nodded, then said, "Then if there's a next time, Uncle Manner... could you please inform me as well?"
"...It's too dangerous." Manner looked at Noah. "I don't want you to take risks."
"But I'm already taking risks," Noah said with a smile. "Instead of waiting for trouble to find us, why don't we proactively solve it, right?"
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