When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 958 - 323 Prince Heinrich

Three days have passed since two major events stirred up the City of Knowledge, Leipzig.

When Feyn Heinrich von Leipzig finally returned to his most loyal City of Knowledge, Leipzig, by carriage, he went straight to his mansion first thing.

As he arrived at the entrance, the pre-informed butler was already waiting there.

Seeing the butler’s hesitance, Count Leipzig guessed much of the situation.

——If nothing unexpected happened, there must be someone waiting for him at home.

“Who?”

Count Leipzig did not stop but simply took off his light coat and handed it to the old butler, while asking directly.

“It’s General Karl…”

The butler followed behind Leipzig, holding the coat he had taken off, and added, “In your bookroom.”

“He didn’t go through my stuff, did he?”

Count Leipzig asked subconsciously, but then waved his hand dismissively: “Never mind, it doesn’t matter… You can go now.”

——After all, if that old man Karl wanted to look through his letters, these people couldn’t stop him anyway.

Count Leipzig thought to himself.

And as soon as he opened the door, he saw that familiar figure—

An old man with snow-white hair, standing upright in a military uniform styled like a double-breasted trench coat, his hands clasping a walking stick like a sword, quietly standing in front of his collection shelf.

Seeing this, Count Leipzig subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

His crimson pupils slightly narrowed, he casually combed his golden hair back and put on a friendly smile. That smile made him look more like a mild-tempered middle school teacher who wouldn’t get upset no matter the joke, rather than the identity of a count or a prince.

“Long time no see, General… Are you well?”

Count Leipzig asked with a smile, probing.

General Leo Karl didn’t respond to his question immediately. Instead, he spoke with a heavy tone: “I had thought you to be different from the other Sons of the Moon. But in the end… it’s all the same. Becoming a Son of the Moon means the fall of humanity.”

The moment the old man spoke, Count Leipzig immediately realized… the once crackling fire-like sound that accompanied General Karl’s words had completely vanished. Though his voice was steady and severe, it lacked the incomparable overwhelming authority, making General Karl seem more like an ordinary old man.

…He indeed lost his Demon Incarnation.

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It was then that Count Leipzig fully confirmed the intelligence he had received.

When the “Night of Stars” descended, Leo Karl lost his Power of Transcendence – his strength had completely transformed into the Strength of a warrior of the Path of Adaptation.

Such a cross-Path transformation of power was extremely rare. Usually, only a Pillar God level of power could grant a soul a high-level power of a Path they had never mastered before.

Even Pillar Gods, to achieve this, are not without restrictions. They still have to comply with the fundamental rules they have set themselves.

At this moment, Count Leipzig casually answered, “I am unable to resist my instincts, just as you cannot reject your mission…

“At least, the collectibles here are all voluntary. But the soldiers you’ve killed may not be.”

The huge wall that General Karl gazed upon was filled with empty spaces.

And within these spaces were the meticulously crafted art pieces of Count Leipzig—

A woman with long white curls was placed in an elongated and slender white porcelain vase, with her head resting on the mouth of the vase. Her peaceful expression, like a blooming lily, appeared supremely serene under the upper lights. Undoubtedly, the narrow and elongated vase could not contain a full person—not even a complete body, only her entrails at most.

In another space, the heads of triplets were sewn together, resembling a majestic holy statue. They each bore expressions of “joy,” “anger,” and “sorrow,” with the surplus four arms each posing and forming hand seals. Their eyes were now open, locking gaze with General Karl.

A terrified youth, barely clothed, fled in a wolfish, four-limbed stance across the snow. The musculature of his upper legs and forearms highlighted the texture of life. Behind him, a bullet floated in mid-air, surrounded by frozen pink petals scattering around. A pair of deer antlers were embedded into the youth’s forehead, rendering him as helpless as a Little Deer.

At the very center of the entire wall is a twisted cherry tree—

A mature woman raises her hands as if embracing The Sun, displaying her fair and voluptuous body. And this body is merged with the cherry tree, with branches sprouting from the flesh, and the crevices of the twisted trunk revealing that flawless pale skin.

Her pupils are filled with a holy compassion, and under the white light above, her body shines like The Holy Maiden.

—What’s most astonishing is that everyone here is “alive.” The eyelids of the flower vase woman are still faintly trembling, and the Treant’s chest still rises and falls steadily.

Count Leipzig’s lips curve up elegantly as he strokes his hair and asks boastfully, “What do you think? I believe this is the level of a master of the Path of Beauty.”

“Were you not once a ‘master’ yourself?”

General Karl asked with irony, “Have you forgotten? What was it that made you a Crown Prince?”

Count Leipzig — that is, Prince Heinrich, did not inherit his title by birthright.

Valentine VI was a Queen. And the once commoner Feyn Heinrich, through his charm and artistic talent, became her third royal consort, earning the position of Crown Prince. However, he wasn’t a true Transcendent of the Path of Beauty but rather a Demon Scholar… though he insisted that others address him as “Master.”

In terms of seniority, Count Leipzig could have once been considered the stepfather of the current Monarch.

Although he was effectively a gigolo, he and Valentine VI had a good relationship… if one does not mention the fact that he was only twenty-five when she was fifty.

Even until the death of Valentine VI, he had not advanced to the Fifth Power Level. But with his special status, Feyn Heinrich was invited to join The Rose Cross Society.

The former Prince Heinrich wished for his child with Valentine VI to inherit the throne — even though the girl was only two years old at the time. Thus, the presumptuous Prince Heinrich became a thorn in the side of the ministers.

Eventually, he was easily assassinated… but through his adaptability in the Path of Love, he was resurrected by the Red Chancellor himself.

The “Prince Heinrich” who was resurrected inherited his previous political legacy and changed his stance… instead supporting the rise of Alfonso Valentine.

This young Monarch of just sixteen was the heir favored by the Red Chancellor.

It was the gratitude of Valentine VII which led to today’s “Leipzig, the City of Knowledge” and Count Leipzig.

And General Karl — had known Count Leipzig when he was a young man of noble character.

He once regarded Count Leipzig as his mentor, idol, father figure… until Leo Karl grew old, entered the highest circles of Star Antimony, and understood the darkness of what he wasn’t qualified to know before, realizing how naive he had been.

In the face of General Karl’s sarcasm, whom he had trained with his own hands, Count Leipzig merely smiled gently, “I did have a chance to become a true artist… but as Son of the Moon, to tread the Path of Transcendence, to strive for the state of ‘Perfect Human’ is the only correct path.

“I obeyed my father’s wish, thus stepping onto the path of transcendence. Only that I’m not quite adept on this path… even if given a chance to start over in another profession, yet again stuck at the Third Level, not having advanced to the Fourth Level to become a Great Sorcerer.

“After that, you also know I stepped onto the Path of Authority — again at my father’s request. Of course, if not for that, I think I might have had the chance to tread the Path of Beauty.”

“Heh.”

General Karl turned around, saying with irony, “Always doing everything your ‘father’ asks of you, even a teenager wouldn’t be so obedient. I’m not surprised your Power of Transcendence isn’t improving.”

“You don’t seem to be in a very good mood…”

Count Leipzig merely glanced at his collection wall and smiled mildly, “It seems you’ve taken pity after all. There’s no need — I’ve told you, they are all here voluntarily.

“It’s not that I bought them with money, but they fell in love with me. It’s by absorbing their ‘love’ that I live.”

“So you’ve conducted a ritual to transfer harm? You think I can’t see it?”

The old General jeered, “You, one of the three leaders of ‘Rose Cross Society,’ are only a Third Level Curse Ritual Magician. And I am a Fifth Level Transcender…

“What I don’t know is, what kind of treacherous tricks of the Path of Love did you use? A witch’s magic potion? Or the Beguile Kiss of Son of the Moon?”

“Neither.”

Count Leipzig clasped his hands behind his back, joyfully admiring his work: “I wouldn’t do such foolish things… Love born out of deceit is fragile and weak. Using such things as the ‘bed’ for my resurrection, would be far too dangerous.

“—The answer is, I shared myself with them.”