Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

They had not spent a short amount of time in the nightmare.


Annan and Maria left soon—they were going to prepare for tonight's banquet, and although Kafney was temporarily free, there was no need for her to stay after Annan had left.


The banquet would invite local nobles of Noah along with the royal family and cardinal bishops.


But the banquet itself had no significance.


No political issues would be discussed at this banquet, nor would any nobles be introduced to Annan—since now Noah had no new king, and the heir had no right to introduce "their faction" to Duke Annan.


This banquet was not even a dance—because anyone who had a better relationship with Annan, anyone who could dance with him, might influence the currently tense political situation.


Those lower nobles who were not well-informed were another matter.


Chapter 378: Shadow Substitute