chsdbacks Chapter 430 Cat and Anchor
Chapter 430 Cat and Anchor
Chapter 430 Cat and Anchor
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Angel~"
Audrey smiled and gracefully stood up, greeting the figure shrouded in gray mist at the head of the bronze table, as well as her companion to her right.
The Fool nodded slightly in response.
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Chael replied politely. He had to admit that Audrey was indeed elegant, but this elegance did not stem from any aristocratic etiquette. Rather, it was a kind of composure that emanated from within after her basic material and spiritual needs had been met.
A vitality that does not numb oneself, does not worry about tomorrow, and always looks forward to the future.
This was very attractive to Klein, who was "lonely and helpless," "with an uncertain future," and under certain psychological pressure. In addition, due to her family background, appearance, and character, she was a perfect image of a noble girl, so he had no reason not to like her.
But Klein's liking for her is also based on a kind of "idol" liking. He himself would not really get too close to Audrey Hall, or even to Gehrman Sparrow, just to enjoy the comfort and ease that comes with an equal relationship at a certain distance.
Unlike Xia Er, he could say what he liked directly, even though Fors on his right was practically glaring at him.
If Audrey were a rose, Klein would enjoy admiring her bloom and beauty, while Chael would take a few steps closer to appreciate the rose's fragrance, or rather, its naturally released aroma. However, neither of them intended to pick the flower.
At least for now, I have absolutely no such idea.
"Mr. Angel, I share in your joy."
Audrey was genuinely pleased by the "angel's" directness. After all, this wasn't a social ball in Backlund, and she didn't think the angel needed to be so subtle. The gray mist shrouding her face had already done the work for the "angel."
Audrey herself somewhat enjoyed this directness, which was different from Intis's directness and enthusiasm.
At least as a viewer, and as a woman with extensive social experience, Audrey could sense that the "angel" appreciated her charm. He might want to embrace her, but there was no obvious, urgent, demanding thought of taking off her clothes.
This conclusion left Audrey unsure whether to laugh or be angry.
She could guess that the Angel preferred her, but if he had to choose one to sleep with, he would choose the Magician, and had chosen Fors a long time ago.
This even made Audrey doubt herself: was she, in some way, a nuisance?
This reassuring unease, or the unease that comes with unease... Audrey never showed it in the slightest.
"Mr. 'Fool,' this time we have three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
She remains the "Hermit," providing diary support for the Tarot Club.
"very good."
Klein was not surprised. With a casual gesture, three diaries materialized in his hand.
He was still looking forward to the diary provided by Bernadette, believing that the diary, carefully selected by the mysterious queen, must be of great importance.
And indeed, that is the case. Bernadette deliberately chose to provoke the "Fool's Diary," revealing the truth of the world little by little, just in the original timeline.
Bernadette herself had been kept in the dark for so many years, so of course she couldn't let the Fool know everything all at once. Her current mood was similar to teasing and playing with her own little nephew.
At least in Huang Beibei's eyes, Zhou Mingrui was at most a little nephew who hadn't grown up.
As for Uncle Zhou? He's almost two hundred years old and is already a Sequence 2 Huang Beibei. He's never thought about this aspect.
On the yellowish-brown parchment, lines of text, seemingly still bearing traces of the owner's emotions, tell the story: "September 11th. Since I became an angel, I have felt a split in my personality. Uncontrollable indifference, bloodlust, cruelty, and madness are like products of normal metabolism within my body. This does not come from the outside world, nor is it the influence of gods, but rather from a deeper level...the genetic level."
"It may stem from extraordinary characteristics themselves, from the collective unconscious inherited from generation to generation..."
"Oh my god, I feel like a tabby cat now. I've found an obedient human and live a life where even pooping is done by servants, but I'm still not tamed by life. I retain my primitive, unique wildness, which gives me a strong desire to hunt and kill, to devour any creatures around me that can provide energy and nourishment and have extraordinary characteristics."
"This feeling is painful. I finally understand why my orange cat once abandoned me. As a natural predator, it is difficult to control its instinct to go into the wild, into the mountains and forests, and to hunt those small animals with delicious meat."
"The only way I can think of is to play a role, or even strengthen my identity as a human being, but the effect is only so-so. There is still a sense of being restricted in the White Maple Palace. Even though I am playing a role and digesting the magic potion, there is no improvement."
"No wonder Mr. Men said that reason is temporary, madness is eternal; we are practically fighting against the underlying commands of our genes, against the instinctive needs of life."
"September 28th. I haven't written in my diary for half a month. During this period, I can clearly feel that my emotions are becoming indifferent. I can clearly feel all of this. Matilda is my wife, but her weight in my heart is constantly being diluted. Even Bernadette can only make me feel a little bit of fatherly love."
"It suddenly occurred to me that in nature, mother animals will eat their severely injured or disabled cubs. When I saw Bernadette, for a moment I thought of this case, and I thought it was not a good sign, even if it was a reasonable way to recycle resources and replenish energy."
"I feel like I'm going crazy. Everything I've built up in the past, based on human cognition, seems to be liberating and reshaping... and I, feeling it all, am powerless to do anything about it."
"When I really wanted to do something, I seemed to hear countless praises. They were my subjects, those who benefited from my reforms, and the believers who regarded me as the 'son of steam.' They were praising and singing my praises. Although I could also hear the curses and swears of the old aristocracy, it was something that gave me a strong sense of existence."
"Their voices were like the anchor of a ship, helping me to orient myself."
"Those concepts of good and evil, right and wrong, that are disappearing and fading from the human race, those sediments accumulated generation after generation in the ocean of the collective unconscious, hold me back and fill my spirit. I am not a beast after all. If I see a woman I like, I cannot rush up and take her in the street. That would be ungentlemanly. At least in a relatively private room."
"Jacob said that this is called the anchoring of human nature, or social reconstruction, and personality reintegration."