Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Legend of Red (Part II)

"A curse that even the Cardinal Order can't solve?" Ulysses truly understood the mystery of the tragedy that had once taken place here.

The cardinals of the Cult of the Supreme God are the high-ranking clergy second only to the Pope, and even in terms of divine attainments, there have been many geniuses with a rank above the Pope.

Every pope of the Church, without exception, came from the Cardinal Order. It can be said that becoming a cardinal is an indispensable step to the highest Holy See of the Church.

And even with such a strong lineup, it still can't solve the curse that caused many innocent girls to die here, and it can only be said that this unknown curse is too terrible.

"It's hard to say whether it's a curse or not. The girls who commit suicide here come from different regions, different countries, come from different families, and live in different eras. No one can understand why they chose to die here. Noah took off her mask, revealing her pretty, delicate face.

The mask once represented her vows and beliefs, but now what she was meant to protect had changed. In front of the people she needs to protect, there is no longer a need for such camouflage and protection.

Whatever it was to target Ulysses, as a knight of the Ana family, she must protect Ulysses from that thing's hands, at all costs.

"Ulysses, I'm going to investigate something about this place. Until I investigate clearly, I hope you will not act rashly in any way, and it is better to go back to your room and wait for me first. Unfurling the sword wings behind him, Noah flew as fast as he could into the depths of the Radiant Academy, where a room had all the records of this place.

This time, she had to investigate all the records and find out the truth about the curse.

"Hmm!" Noah said, Ulysses knew that this incident was not trivial. If the first time was accidental, but he felt that gaze three times in a row, which means that he was really targeted.

It is unknown what he was targeting, but as he stood on the roof of this dilapidated building, the uneasy feeling in Ulysses's heart was growing stronger.

Noah's silver figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and disappeared into the depths of the academy. This time, she wants to use the power of the entire family to investigate the incident related to this rooftop once again.

What had happened here in the past, and why it was reviving now, she had to figure it out.

However, what Noah didn't expect was that Ulysses did not leave the roof of the city, where many tragedies had happened, as she said, but continued to stay.

Why did he want to stay here? Ulysses himself couldn't understand, he just sat quietly on the only bench that was still preserved in its entirety, watching the sun slowly pass through the sky.

The fourth time, about an hour or so after Noah left, Ulysses felt that gaze again.

This time, he endured very, very hard, and let that gaze look at him for more than five minutes. The fear and nervousness of this time were only understood by himself, and in order to control his urge to turn around and look at it immediately, he had already exerted his willpower to the limit.

Right there, this time in the direction of the north, on the side, in the course of five minutes, according to the feeling of his body, Ulysses accurately judged the direction and position of the other party.

But just as Ulysses tried to look at that location out of the corner of his eye, the moment his gaze was about to reach that location, that gaze disappeared again.

As when it appeared, without warning, without leaving a trace, it disappeared without a trace in a way that Ulysses could not understand.

"Whew!" Ulysses felt more tired than he was from a battle with a powerful enemy, and he couldn't help but let out a big breath when he found that his gaze had disappeared without a trace.

Ulysses' palms were completely wet with sweat because he was so nervous that his heart beat like a drum.

Sure enough, I still feel scared.

Time continued to pass, and before he knew it, it was dusk, and Ulysses felt that gaze twice. Unfortunately, as in the previous times, as long as he wanted to see, then his gaze would disappear immediately, and he could not find any trace.

"Are you still looking at me?" Ulysses muttered to himself alone to the empty roof.

He didn't know if the owner of that gaze was still here, but he felt that it was very likely. Because the next three times, the owner of this gaze was watching him from a certain position here.

Perhaps, at this moment, "it" still exists in a form that he cannot understand on the roof of this dilapidated building with a legend of death, but it is only temporarily hidden.

Although no one answered, Ulysses continued to talk to himself. It was not so much asking the owner of that mysterious gaze as he was sorting out his emotions.

"What do you want to tell me?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Why me?"

"If you want to talk to me, it's okay to come out now, even if you're a ghost, I won't be afraid. ”

Yes, Ulysses was not afraid of ghosts, in fact, the Book of Demon Kings in his body was now home to a small group of demonic creatures similar to ghosts.

By the way, they!Ulysses suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and after looking around and finding that there was no one, he decisively summoned his direct subordinates.

"Sha Ji, come out. ”

"Yikes!"

"Ahh

"La-la!"

The cute demonic girl with a body as hazy as a mist happily flew out of the Book of the Demon King and began to make sweet affectionate acts around Ulysses.

"Look, they're ghosts, too, but they're not scary at all, they're all my companions. Ulysses said to the lack of air.

Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of, whether it is a curse, a revenant, or a dead, it is impossible for him to be afraid of the power of the Demon King Astaroth.

With the Abyssal Judgment and the Blood of the Golden Demon King, he is no longer a human being, just like Aya said. If it was really the souls of the girls who died here who were looking at him, he didn't need to be afraid, he just had to accept it.

This time, Ulysses' words seemed to have had an effect. The edge of the old roof, which was dilapidated and looked to be in disrepair, began to fill with a red mist.

That's the color of blood,

(To be continued)