In the corridor of the Emperor Dream, two figures were walking side by side. One was tall and red-skinned, while the other was short and thin, and the scepter in his hand was even taller than his own.

These two men are Magnus, the original body of the Fifteenth Legion, and Makado, the palm print. By this time, the meeting had ended, and Magnus, after saying a few hurried goodbyes to his guards, followed the Palm Sealer to the Imperial Dream.

Of course, he hasn't died yet.

"It was just an accident, Machado, I still have a way to fix it! Believe me! ”

The Palm Seal Man paused, looking up at the Crimson King, who was much taller than him.

The latter forced his composure, but his eyes were full of horror and suspicion, and there was a sense of unreality that he was in a dream.

He seemed to feel that the Emperor's verdict and the entire Council of Nikaia were an unreal dream. None of this really happened, his father couldn't have been so cruel as to turn his legion into a joke.

"Do you know where we are now, Magnus?" Macardo looked at him like this and suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Where are we, now, in?" In a humiliating manner, Macado took the sentence apart and read it word by word so that Magnus could hear it.

The latter looked down at him, obviously in a posture of overlooking, but his expression seemed a little humble, and he even forgot that he should be angry at this attitude.

"We're on the Imperial Dream?"

"Yes." Macado forced himself to ignore his inquiring tone, not sneering at the ridiculous interrogation.

"We're aboard the Imperial Dream, and the Nikaia Conference is over. It's over, do you understand, Magnus? Your experiment has completely failed, and it is impossible for the Empire to convene a second Council of Nikea. ”

"But—"

"—No, but, one is enough, there will be no second reason to gather all of them, do you know how much human and material resources the Empire has spent on this meeting? The Great Crusade isn't over yet, think about it. ”

"But I really have a way, I can save the narrator!"

Magnus did not respond to Machado's arguments, he just stubbornly waved his arms, and even half-crouched down to increase his persuasion - he wanted to keep himself and Macado at eye level, but the palm printmaker didn't bother to look at his one-eyed eye.

"So?"

Once again, Machado suppressed the urge to sneer, he was not such a cynicist in the past, and now there is a reason for this.

"What can you prove to get him back?"

"At least I can prove that I have a remedy!"

"And then you can start experimenting again?" Machado shook his head. "Endless sacrifices of twelve servants, turning on the desecrated apparatus, endlessly finding volunteers to throw their souls into the subspace to try their luck?"

"You don't understand, Machado!" Magnus anxiously began to explain. "The narrator's story is really completely accidental, I've done more than a hundred experiments, and no one has suddenly disappeared like him!"

"It's you who don't understand, Magnus. You don't know what kind of place it is, and you and your legions call it the Ocean, but it's a one-sided name, very narrow. ”

The Palm Sealer stepped forward and accentuated his tone: "Only the stupidest and shortest-sighted people would really think that subspace is a harmless ocean of gentleness, and you have only one eye left, and this eye does not see the truth at all. ”

Magnus froze. He didn't expect that he would get such a serious evaluation from the mouth of the palm print, and the words stupidity and short-sightedness were like bone-eating poison, and they began to make waves in the heart of the Crimson King.

He clenched his fists, the same voice he had heard so long ago echo in his ears again—and then, in the next second, a cold psionic energy slammed him against the walls of the Imperial Dream.

The world suddenly darkened, and only the black-robed Palm Sealer stood in front of him, scepter in hand, psionic light as sharp as a sword in his eyes. There was no emotion on the old countenance, only the calm of the abyss.

"Machado?!" Magnus cried out in shock.

He was so frightened by the sudden attack of the Palm Sealer that he even forgot that he should be angry and resist. But this is only the beginning, and it is far from the end. The Palm Sealer looked at him coldly and walked slowly in front of him.

He stared at Magnus, and for a moment, the original even thought that the Palm Seal was going to kill him. The eyes were too cold, there was nothing in them that contained any so-called humanity, and the psionic light overshadowed everything else.

Instinctively, Magnus flexed his fingers and made several complex gestures, and he was even ready to recite the incantation urging spell.

At that moment, Macado spoke again.

"It's been two hours since the meeting ended, and you haven't made any progress. You're a genetic proto, Magnus. You have a body and intelligence far beyond ordinary people, and the sum of 10 million ordinary people cannot be compared to you, but you seem to lack one of the most basic functions of being a human being. ”

The palm print man pointed to his ear.

"You can't listen to other people." He said. "The words of everyone, even your father, are only a deaf ear to you."

"What the hell are you trying to say?!" Magnus roared. "Put me down! Are you crazy! ”

The Palm Sealer ignored his roar and simply continued to speak coldly and calmly. His voice was soft, like that of a teacher lecturing at his desk.

"Your brothers objected to your misuse of psionic powers, so you regarded them as fools. The lords and officials turned against you, so you called them witch hunters, and you put the name of a group of murderers in Guterra, why, do you think you are a murdered witch? They may be innocent, but you are not. ”

"Put me down!" Magnus yelled again. "If you don't listen, forget it, I'll go find my father!"

"Really? That's all you want? ”

"You have to let me down! Listen, there's still a chance to redeem it, and my father doesn't understand—"

"-He doesn't understand?" Machado finally sneered. "What do you think he doesn't understand? Your arrogance has been an eye-opener for me, Magnus. ”

He closed his eyes and began to calm down, and Magnus heard him exhale slowly, his posture drooping as if he were really just an old man in his twilight years.

The Crimson King didn't let this hard-won opportunity slip out of his hands, and it would be a great shame for a psionic person like him to be attacked with psionic energy, but he still had the power to fight back.

He had tried to persuade him with words but he didn't want to make the scene too ugly, and since Macado didn't want to listen to him, he didn't need to make the conversation decent anymore.

The piercing blue glow of light flashed from his one-eyed, and Machado opened it just in time to send Magnus out of the darkness with a wave of his hand.

In an instant, the light returned, and Magnus fell to the ground. He looked up and saw the Lord of Men. The latter looked down on him with no emotion in his eyes, but it stung Magnus deeply.

The Crimson King gritted his teeth, got up, barely spoke, and bowed his head in greeting, "Father." ”

"Magnus." The Emperor nodded slightly. "You said you were coming to me, and now I'm in front of you, what do you want to say?"

"I—" Magnus opened his mouth, but the words were dead in his throat, and he couldn't even make a sound.

It took a few seconds for him to organize his words and begin to explain to his father: "—The narrator's account was just an accident, father. I still have a way to remedy it. ”

"Bellos von Sharp."

"What?"

"His name is Bellos von Sharp." The emperor said. "Can't you even remember the name of the only person who was willing to stand up for you?"

Magnus didn't answer the question, and for some reason, he chose to skip the matter and began to make a big fuss about the 'remedy'.

"Father, I beg you to listen to me. Belloth's soul was lost in the vast ocean, but it was not a big deal, and I used the tracing spell in the vast ocean before the current meter was destroyed. I saw where his soul was, and now it only takes a ritual for me to bring his soul back from there! ”

"And then?" The emperor asked.

"And then." Magnus began to look more and more dazed as he pronounced the word, and finally, he bowed his head like a helpless child.

Yes, and then what? And then what? Reverse everything? This is simply not possible unless he uses psionic energy to tamper with the consciousness of the attendees. Otherwise, how can they change their opinions after reading the whole process?

"I said I was overindulgent to you, and you didn't seem to hear it, Magnus." The Emperor spoke calmly. "Just like every exhortation and warning you have passively forgotten before."

"Father."

"Both I and your brothers have warned you to be careful with the subspace and to study it. It's a pity that you don't listen at all, and over and over again, you passively or actively forget these words. ”

"I'm just after knowledge, father." Magnus said, still keeping his head down. "Is that also wrong?"

The Emperor didn't answer, just a fluctuation of psionic energy. Not a gentle touch, not a 'plea to talk', the wave was as violent as a tsunami, even surpassing the treacherous waves that Magnus had experienced in the vastness of the ocean.

The mere appearance of it immediately destroyed Magnus's grasp of the real world, transporting his consciousness to another world. Magnus began to scream as he stared straight into the sun.

He instinctively stretched out his hands and tried to cover his eyes to avoid the light, but he couldn't do it. The psionic energy belonging to the Lord of Humanity ruthlessly forced him to keep his eyes open.

Immediately afterward, under the influence of the surging psionic energy around him, one after another vast sea of knowledge began to blast into Magnus's brain in a frenzy. Countless mysteries swept over the world, and even as an original being, Magnus could only understand a fraction of them.

He started screaming as most of what was left was destroying him. They cannot be understood, they cannot be observed, they cannot even be 'seen', but they are genuine.

The logical error of realizing this was on the verge of bursting Magnus's veins, and he could almost hear his brain swelling and his skull wailing.

These puzzles fundamentally destroyed his arrogance and made his so-called 'scholar' and 'wise' seem ridiculous.

How can a scholar or a wise man want to escape when faced with a new puzzle?

"Please, Father!" Magnus pleaded in disregard. "I see, I know what I'm doing wrong!"

"Aren't you thirsty for knowledge, Magnus?" The blaze looked down on him coldly. "Now you get them."

"But I can't understand it, father!" The Crimson King almost cried. "They're they, I can't understand what they are!"

"You don't need to understand, feel it, Magnus."

As his voice fell, Magnus actually began to feel it. Knowledge and puzzles washed over him like a boiling ocean, a man tied to a reef and drowning naked.

The sea breeze is hot, the waves are cold, and the waves are more painful than the strike of lightning. All of them just swept over him, drowning him completely. He began to drown, for the first time in his life.

How ridiculous is this? If knowledge is compared to water, then Magnus is a free sailfish, able to swim in the sea of knowledge at great speed.

But now? He was drowning, and the knowledge he had spent his life searching for was now in front of him, and he couldn't understand it, and he was about to be killed by them.

In the trance of life and death, Magnus's soul and consciousness began to tremble, and it was at this moment that he saw himself—a one-eye, a one-eyed, one that shone blue, to be exact.

Not the brilliance of psionic energy, but another kind of light.

The scorching flames ceased, perception ended, senses returned to reality, and Magnus fell to his knees soaking wet, his robe as scarlet as if soaked in blood. The Emperor still stood before him, as if nothing had changed.

"Father?" Magnus asked weakly. "Are you there, father?"

He tilted his head, but there was darkness in front of him. He didn't see anything, he didn't feel anything. The perception frightened him so much that he fell to his knees again.

"I robbed you of your gift for psionic powers." The Emperor calmly declared, as if nothing had just happened. "This is the foundation of your life, and it is also the thing you are most proud of, but it is not broken. You have to start from scratch, Magnus. ”

"I can't see it, father." Magnus was so dazed that he almost forgot to say angrily.

"Do you think the rest of your eye is real?" The emperor asked.

He turned and left the room.

Chapter 4k.

Also, yards.

(End of chapter)