Passing through the group of priests who bowed their heads and were silent, Kelly walked slowly towards Helena, who was crouching on the ground and crying.

She didn't know what was happening, but she knew everything from the frescoes, from the brief conversations between Akhan and herself, and from Helena's own cries.

Seeing the "intruder" approaching, the old man beside Helena stood up and looked at her suspiciously, but did not stop her.

The old priest Carloan knew that he had felt the allure of the mask himself, and now he and the others had not felt it even if they were so close, and it was probably really just a mask.

"This, that's what controls Akhan?"

Kelly bent down slightly and picked up the white mask. The mask was so light that it really looked like its name when held in the hand - the Veil of the Pious, as light as nothing, pure white.

"Yes, speaking of which, we also attacked under the control of the mask, and if it weren't for the king's timely rescue, I'm afraid we would all be sinners who killed innocents."

Carlo Ann bowed his head, showing his remorse slightly, which could be regarded as a small comfort to the frightened Kelly, showing the kindness of himself and others.

"It's a pity that the mask was destroyed, but together with the king, the great King Akhan didn't even live a day of quiet—" The old man looked at the ashes behind the mask, and seemed to be deeply touched, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"What does this mask bring to Akhan?

Kelly had already recovered from the shadow of death, and what she cared more about was what she had just asked Akhan himself, that is, what was the use of this evil thing that had influenced a dynasty.

The old man sighed and decided to tell all this, after all, even many priests had been complaining about why the life and death of the country and the people were entrusted to a mask of unknown origin.

"Since you asked—"

The old man looked back at the priests who were talking in small voices.

"—children, come here, and I'll tell you the story of this mask of sin."

The crowd gathered around, and even Helena suppressed her grief, her husband rarely talked about what the mask had brought him, after all, in the last years of his life, the mask had brought almost nothing but torture and pain to the man. Also, the fear of losing control of yourself completely and becoming a puppet of the mask.

Looking at the white mask lying quietly on Kelly's hand, the old man began to tell the story of what the chief priests had known before, and that he had not had time to tell Helena the story of the tragedy he faced.

"The mask was found in the foundation of the black pyramid, which was stored in a wooden box, and the workers at the scene were ignorant, and when the king arrived, all the thousands of workers were dead, and there was only one, a mutilated [man] with all the blood drained, wearing the mask, circling in place.

"The king, too, was bewitched, and killed the man, and almost immediately put on the mask, which told the king that it was called the Veil of the Pious, and that it was a sacred object that would help him to become the ruler of eternity, to rule over the entire mortal world."

Kelly listened intently, slowly stroking the smooth surface of the mask, as if she could feel the appearance of the newly unearthed back then.

"Soon, the monster began to make a terrible transformation of the king, and just as the man who was apparently dead could survive through the mask, the king began to become undefeatable."

"There he stood, the terrible wound cut by the enemy's slash healed before even the blood could flow. His magic has also reached its limit, King Akhan was originally just an ordinary seven-ring mage, under the teachings of the mask's endless knowledge and words and deeds, in just three years, the king's mastery of necromantic spells has surpassed that of all mages. ”

Over the next few hundred years, the king used the power of his mask to destroy the enemies that had been attacking him. When he personally cut off the head of the barbarian chieftain, he finally discovered the problem. ”

After a pause, the old man sorted out his memories that had been somewhat chaotic for countless years, and then continued to tell, the story was not very long, and it was even almost over.

"The mask seemed to be hungry for killing and blood, and constantly manipulated the king's actions with the whispers in his head, so the priests of the year sacrificed thousands of criminals and captives in the scene of the king's first discovery of the mask, and successfully took the mask, and the king was temporarily freed from the terrifying whispers of sin."

"I'll know what happened later."

Helena picked up the conversation, and seemed finally willing to face the problem and share everything she knew with everyone.

"Each time, the king's mask is removed for not many years, and our land is vast and fertile, and it is fat in the eyes of all our neighbors."

"Time and time again, the king was on the verge of ruin, and had to become the bloodthirsty maniac wearing a mask again, the necromancer [Black King] Akhan."

"For the last time, he finally couldn't take it anymore and the mask began to manipulate his body directly, and he decided to trap himself in the stone to stay away from the curse."

Kelly thought about it and discovered a blind spot in their descriptions.

"Then why, Akhan can live for so many years?"

"That's because—" The old man was just about to take over and explain something that was well known to everyone, when the voice behind him made everyone creepy.

"Because of what? Because this bastard gave me eternal life, eternal life at a great cost! ”

It was a familiar voice, and although it had been a long time since it had been heard, Helena could not have heard it wrong!

"Akhan!" She jerked her head back and looked at the person who had just spoken, the still alive Akhan, the Akhan who was finally free.

But all they saw was a dark shadow like a black cloud, floating in the air. What's even more terrifying is that this black fog still emits the sound of Akhan.

He just seemed to be "looking" (the cloud had no face at all, and it was hard to distinguish between the body and the head, and Kelly still didn't know if her current subordinates were talking to her) Kelly and the mask in her hand.

"It seems that I succeeded, and my world is finally clean anyway."

"Y-you're still alive?!" Watching the black mist flicker, Helena could barely believe her eyes.

"Well, let's say it's dead, but it doesn't seem to have changed the ability to give me immortality, but unfortunately-" Decently, Black Mist looked at his current appearance.

"-I don't even have a body anymore, and I still won't let me sleep!"

Helena rushed over to embrace her lover, who had become something indescribable, but only to disperse a cloud of smoke.

"Look." The black mist spread out the two things that seemed to be hands at Kelly, who looked puzzled.

"That's what it gave me."