NABC Chapter 482
Chapter 482
Chapter 482: Chapter 379: Yearning for the Death of Fireworks Chapter 482: Chapter 379: Yearning for the Death of Fireworks “...So it was that sentence.”
Aleister sighed and changed the subject, “Speaking of which...
Do you still feel the urge to pursue the Path of Transcendence?”
Watching as David’s expression clearly became hesitant, Aleister added, “If you do, you can talk to me about it.
“After all, we’re unlikely to see each other again in the future, and we don’t move in the same social circles.
You can treat me like a confidant, someone to vent to about those things you dare not say to those around you.”
“...That still wouldn’t be right.”
Unexpectedly, David refused Aleister’s suggestion.
“Why?”
“You and Mr.
Aiwass are friends, and I respect him a lot.
He’s a remarkable person...
...
kind, upright, and good-hearted.”
“Knight” Sir hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “I don’t want him to know that I’m someone with inclinations toward the Path of Transcendence.”
...Wow.@@@@
You really know how to praise someone.
Aleister even felt choked by the praise for a moment, unsure how to respond.
But soon, she wore a gentle smile like one used to soothe a child, “How about this...
We make a promise, David.
I swear I won’t tell Aiwass anything you’ve confided to me, how about that?”
“But would that really be okay?”
David said somewhat worriedly, “You are friends, right?
By doing this, you’re hiding things from a friend...
I’m afraid it might lead to an argument between you two.
I respect both of you, and if you were to argue over something like this, I would also feel responsible.”
“...Then let’s do this.
If I ever want to tell Aiwass about your concerns, I’ll seek your consent first.
Is that acceptable?”
Aleister appeared to take a step back.
And David, clearly swayed, thought it over carefully, then slowly nodded, “That would be acceptable.
If you’re going to have an argument over this matter, remember to tell me...
No, if it’s an emergency, I’ll give my consent by default.”
“Honestly, I think you’re more suited to the Path of Devotion.”
Aleister sighed, “You truly are a good kid.”
But upon hearing Aleister praise him as a good kid, David actually pursed his lips, visibly somewhat displeased.
He did not take the bait but instead put on a serious adult-like demeanor and said sternly, “Miss Aleister, I’ve given serious thought to the three questions you asked me.”
“Just call me Aleister,” Aleister said with a light laugh.
“Yes, Lady Aleister.”
David was somewhat stubborn, or perhaps he just didn’t dare to call Aleister by her name.
He said earnestly, “I believe that I can already reliably meet at least the first two points.
“—The courage to ‘live with death in mind,’ and the readiness to ‘challenge an unbeatable opponent.’
“As for the third point...
‘To forsake a victory already at hand to seek a greater one,’ that’s a bit difficult.
I feel that I may be able to do it, that I have the resolution.
But I’ve never truly faced such a painful choice...
so I’m not sure if I would be able to make such a decision when the time comes...”
He had initially seemed reluctant to talk but, once he began, he couldn’t stop.
Clearly, he had many worries and troubles he dared not share with anyone else.
David puffed up his chest and spoke earnestly, “I will devote my entire life to guarding Avalon.”
“Then you’re going to get a beating from your dad,” Aleister joked lightly.
Hearing this, David shrank his neck and kept silent.
He did indeed want to become a “hero.” And indeed, he had been punished by his father before.
In fact, his initial dream was to become a “Sacrificial Hero” admired and mourned by people—a dream which changed to simply “Hero” after a good beating from George.
“But I still...
want to fight to the end, sacrificing myself for others.”
David softly expressed his true thoughts, “If I had a wife and kids, they would surely be sad over my death...
just as I would be very sad if my father were to die.
And if I died, it would probably affect their lives...
So, I think it’s better not to get too close to other people.”
These were the thoughts hidden deep in his heart.
He would never have confessed such thoughts if he wasn’t so happy talking with Aleister.
—Because it seemed like an admission that his sacrifice was “ulterior.” That would mean he was no longer a pure hero, but rather a death-seeker.
Aleister was reflective.
She too sensed that rather than David wanting to be a hero...
he was actually yearning for a spectacular death like fireworks in the sky.
This was determined by the Affinity for the Path of Transcendence.
Or rather, the fact that his parents lacked any Affinity for the Path of Transcendence, yet he harbored such a clear desire for Transcendence at such a young age, indicated he was extraordinary.
It was just that the education from the Great Guardian was so excellent, it had masked his issue.
—Then perhaps, it really was possible to entrust the Ascension Sorcerer to him.
This profession, born out of a dance with death, was undoubtedly the most suitable for David.
“How about this, David?”
Aleister began softly, “Do you trust me?”
“I trust you very much, Lady Aleister!”
David said with conviction, his eyes alight with eagerness, “Is there a mission you wish to entrust to me?”
Although Aleister was different from the mature female image he had imagined...
her gentle and knowledgeable demeanor, much like that of a sister, also truly made him want to get closer.
He also believed Aleister was not a bad person.
Or rather, Aleister, whom his own father approved of and was willing to let him interact with...
was without a doubt a good person!
But seeing Miss Aleister bound to a chair in the interrogation room of deep winter, wearing only a sweater, made him feel uncomfortable.
If he could do something for her...
“In that case, once you are promoted again...
you can go seek out Miss Ligeia,”
Aleister whispered, “Tell her you come recommended by Aleister, with permission from Aiwass.
You wish to seek the ‘Secret of Shedding and Rebirth’.
Tell her you are in search of seven memories for a ritual...”
Upon hearing this, David unwittingly widened his eyes and straightened up.
He suddenly realized that this was not a task.
It was an opportunity.
He listened intently as Aleister conveyed the mysteries, a faint blur of purple haze swirling in the depths of his eyes.
Ligeia, holding Aleister’s skirt and ready to enter the room, stopped at the doorway.
She listened for a while with her eyes closed, then shook her head silently.
After Aleister had finished explaining everything to David and David had confirmed the details, Ligeia waited a little longer before she knocked on the door.
“Miss Crowley,” Ligeia said, her voice young yet oddly commanding, “the interrogation is complete.
You are now free to leave.”
Then, she pushed open the door of the interrogation room.