Chapter 1512: Chapter 212: The Flame Celestial Marshal Descends!

“Aiwass is gone.”

Isabel watched Aiwass riding Leviathan alone into the yellow sands and said softly, “When will he come back…”

“Why, are you concerned about him?”

Sherlock said softly from behind her, “I would say it’s completely unnecessary, Isabel.”

Since Isabel stepped down from the queen’s throne, he gradually stopped calling her “Your Majesty the Queen.”

For both sides, this was actually a kind of relief—Isabel never wanted to be the queen unless it was absolutely necessary, and Avalon required her to take on the burden. In her understanding, she felt very distant from the term “Princess.”

And for Sherlock… the only person he respectfully called “Your Majesty the Queen” was Isabel’s grandmother, the old Queen Sofia of Avalon.

Now, calling her by her name and omitting the formal title, treating her like a junior, was precisely proof of his growing familiarity with the Aiwass couple.

In front of Isabel, Sherlock did not call Aiwass “Fox” but seriously addressed him by name: “Aiwass has never disappointed me, and this time, it will surely be the same.”

“Rather than concern, it’s more like nostalgia.”

Isabel’s lips curved slightly as she said lightheartedly, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Aiwass so excited… His spirit was invigorated, and the fire in his eyes seemed to come alive.”

“Because he inherently wants to challenge the limits.”

Sherlock replied in a low voice, “It’s just that this blade had dulled somewhat before.”

Initially, Aiwass could even be described as someone who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Although the goals themselves might have had motivations of justice and nobility, it didn’t prevent his actions from being unsettling—

Aiwass had an extraordinary level of confidence, along with a mix of self-destructive decisiveness and bravery.

This always led him to choose moves that surprised Sherlock and caused quite a bit of unease.

But unlike the rash type who acts without thought like “oh, I just had an idea,” Aiwass always had a subtlety within his boldness.

His decisions seemed full of risk, always provoking enemies he couldn’t handle, yet he always knew the critical information about his opponents in advance, thus achieving unexpected outcomes.

…Of course, Sherlock now probably knows it’s because history always repeats itself. Aiwass perhaps knew something or retained some impression, but overall, as a semi-incarnation of the Serpent Celestial Marshal, he had a sharper instinctive judgment than others.

This kind of unstable and tense strategy, making all-in bets when others are fearful, doesn’t conform to common sense and could be considered illogical. The magic of Aiwass, however, lay in that when his enemies thought he had run out of cards, he always managed to pull out an unexpected plan or ability, thus inexplicably winning.

It was for this reason that Sherlock could never analyze Aiwass’s mode of action.

Because no matter how you looked at it, Aiwass seemed to be acting recklessly, without any sign of careful deliberation.

Yet, ironically, Aiwass was always able to perfectly complete one dangerous task after another.

When faced with these challenges, Aiwass was quite proactive… at least when Sherlock just got to know him, Aiwass was like that.

Thinking carefully, Aiwass’s behavioral logic was quite similar to that of his adoptive father, who symbolized Avalon’s darkness.

If Professor James’s style was like a spider, weaving its web soundlessly and manipulating everything in the shadows without anyone knowing…

Then Aiwass’s style was like the ocean tide, appearing tranquil and gentle, making one feel relaxed.

Yet within that eternal and soothing sound of waves lay enormous power, always capable of roaring into a tsunami or silently, like magic, stealing something from the shore.

“And now, Aiwass hasn’t done anything that extreme for a long time.”

Sherlock said softly, looking at Isabel, “Perhaps it was after he became the Pope, perhaps after he fell in love with you… or perhaps after he realized his mission and was angered by becoming a pawn.”

From some point on, Aiwass gradually stopped taking risks.

He still liked extreme and effective strategies, but their danger and difficulty levels steadily decreased. Nowadays, Sherlock could keep up with his thinking or even surpass it.

Though Sherlock did indeed become smarter… it had nothing to do with that.

“Aiwass’s madness has faded.”

Sherlock concluded, “That peculiar arrogance and self-destructive desire of his have disappeared. Although he is still radical, it now stems from genuine determination.”

“I used to think that radicalism was a characteristic brought by Aleister,” Isabel shook her head, “but now it seems that’s not the case.”

“So,” Sherlock asked softly, “don’t you dislike this… instability? This doesn’t match the you I know.”

Even for someone as bold as Sherlock… going up against a Pillar God, two Celestial Marshals, two Heavenly Department Candidates, about a dozen sixth-ability Transcendents and countless higher Transcendents, was too thrilling.

When Aiwass unhesitatingly accepted his plan, it was Sherlock himself who felt uneasy and absurd.

Should he not have given Aiwass this idea?

Because of this worry, he couldn’t sleep well for a night, and his mana only recovered about halfway. Now he was urgently hoping for a reply from Isabel.

Based on Sherlock’s understanding, Isabel was far more timid than he was.

She loved Aiwass so deeply that Sherlock had no doubt if something happened to Aiwass, Isabel would immediately follow him in death—especially since the Avalon Territory no longer needed her.

However, Isabel did not immediately respond.

She simply said, “In a certain way, I do hope he can be safe and sound. As his lover and wife, and as the mother of his unborn child.

“…but on the other hand, I also understand that Aiwass has a noble mission. There are always things he needs to do, and there are always people he needs to save.

“Just like I was in the past. Just like we all were in the past—everyone who is now willing to unite around Aiwass, there will always be someone who desires his rescue.”

Isabel said calmly, “No one understands Aiwass better than I do.

“Aiwass is like the Sun, yearning to shine. He wants to save everyone equally, even if it means burning himself. Those who vainly try to monopolize the Sun will only end up turning to ashes in the fiery flames.

“The Sun doesn’t need mirrors to reflect its light, nor does it need supplies or protection. All I can offer is silent companionship, unwavering support, complete affirmation, and sincere love. No matter what decisions he makes, I will not show the slightest weakness, fear, or hesitation—if I were to weigh myself or anything Aiwass values against each other, it would only bring Aiwass the pain of choice.

“That’s not what I should do.”

At this point, Isabel turned back to glance at Sherlock: “Nor should you.”

Sherlock was silent for a moment.

Isabel continued, “If he is the Sun, then I am willing to be a tree, bathed in the greatest sunlight. My existence is a hymn to him.

“No matter how dangerous the things he plans to do, no matter how many people he intends to kill, no matter how low the probability of his plan succeeding, no matter how unbelievable and against common sense the things he wants to do are—there is only one thing I need to do, and that is to believe in him.

“To completely believe, unwaveringly believe. I believe he is right, and I believe he can come back, and I believe that he will continue to achieve victory in the future… and I also urge you to believe the same.”

“…You’ve grown, Isabel.”

Sherlock looked at the current Isabel, momentarily dazed.

Half a year ago, Isabel was still an immature and timid young girl. She was almost driven mad by the curse, surrounded by no one with kinship left, and forced to take over the mess of Avalon single-handedly…

And now, in just half a year, Isabel has completely transformed.

Who can remember that Isabel is just a nineteen-year-old Half-Elf girl?

Elsewhere.

With the help of the rapidly flying Shasha, Aiwass took less than two hours to get from Dawn City to the vicinity of Heaven City.

He flew high enough, so he wasn’t easily spotted.

Just as Isabel said—when challenges arise, Aiwass becomes extraordinarily spirited.

He knows how difficult it is to solve the current problem… yet it is for this reason that Aiwass is even more focused.

From the sky, he could see the flames burning in the oasis from afar, his brow slightly furrowed.

Aiwass pondered for a moment whether to extinguish the fire immediately…

But just then.

He suddenly felt a mysterious rhythm emanating from the north—

“Wait a moment, Shasha.”

Aiwass patted the creature beneath him and gazed northward with some gravity.

In the not-so-cold north wind, there suddenly appeared somewhat discordant warmth… just like opening a window to let in the breeze during a crisp autumn day, while simultaneously using a hairdryer on heating mode to dry one’s hair.

—The next moment, the distant northern sky cracked open.

The scorching abyss opened up in the sky, and a golden-red lava waterfall slowly descended—even the flames burning in the oasis suddenly intensified threefold, rapidly spreading towards the city!

Why does it have to be at this time…

Aiwass frowned deeply.

He certainly knew what the situation was, but right now he couldn’t manage it.

The whole world could resonate with it… that is the authority of the Celestial Marshal Shard, unconsciously affecting the Material Realm.

Although he had guessed long ago, now the stone finally landed.

—The Dwarves ultimately initiated the Ring of Ouroboros ritual.

The Flame Celestial Marshal had already descended upon the Northern Mountains.

“…Forget it, let’s ignore it for now.”

Aiwass shook his head and patted the Leviathan beneath him: “Let’s find a place with no people to land.”

“Okay, Father.”

Contrary to its terrifying and menacing appearance—the voice from Shasha’s mouth was as innocent and sweet as that of a young girl.