Why does it feel like this Silvermoon Knight isn’t affected by the rules at all.
Mu Xuan frowned, pondering for a moment before asking, “Why is this place so dangerous?”
Mu Xuan’s words made the Silvermoon Knight freeze for a second, then a slightly confused expression appeared on her face. But soon, the Silvermoon Knight returned to her chilly, stern demeanor and said, “This place is dangerous… Leave here, quickly!”
Hearing the Silvermoon Knight repeat the same words, Mu Xuan dismissed his previous suspicion that the Silvermoon Knight hadn’t been affected.
Fine, she really is affected. It’s like she’s been implanted with a fixed response template, only able to say those few lines.
Thinking it over, Mu Xuan changed the question: “Why are you telling me this place is dangerous?”
Mu Xuan wanted to know the underlying logic behind the Silvermoon Knight’s actions.
“Protect everyone… until… arrives…”
The Silvermoon Knight’s expression shifted slightly, but her words came out broken and fragmented.
As expected… she skipped over the name here, too. If I want to know who â– â– is, I’ll have to approach it another way.
Still, is the Silvermoon Knight’s core logic protection?
Does that mean I can make use of her?
Looking at the Silvermoon Knight, Mu Xuan smiled and said, “Honored Knight, I don’t know how to leave, and I might encounter danger at any time on the way out.”
The first part got no reaction from the Silvermoon Knight, but as soon as Mu Xuan mentioned danger, the Silvermoon Knight immediately sprang into action.
She drew a golden flexible sword from her waist, her voice firm as she declared, “In the name of the Knight, I will shield you from danger!”
Hiss… Where did this sudden sense of security come from?
Does this mean, in this rules-based horror, I’ve gained an official bodyguard?
A flood of new ideas surged in Mu Xuan’s heart.
The rules clearly say not to go to the Confession Room, but since the Silvermoon Knight will protect me, I have nothing to worry about.
As for the statue, Mu Xuan wasn’t planning to mess with that for now. Who knows if that statue has some kind of mandatory rule-based kill. Besides, the first strange event he encountered involved the statue, so Mu Xuan was already somewhat wary of it.
Shaking his head, Mu Xuan glanced at the Silvermoon Knight, then headed in the direction of the Confession Room.
“Thud… Thud…”
The Silvermoon Knight followed behind…
Her footsteps were heavy, yet they gave Mu Xuan a sense of safety.
Catching a glimpse of the Silvermoon Knight behind him, Mu Xuan felt reassured. He didn’t know why, but he just felt certain that the Silvermoon Knight would be able to protect him.
Before long, the battered wooden door of the Confession Room appeared before Mu Xuan. The sign on the door was half-rotten, and the writing was blurry, but it was still easy to tell this was the Confession Room.
Along the way, Mu Xuan hadn’t encountered anyone else. Was it because of the Silvermoon Knight?
Or was the Priest in the Confession Room right now?
After a moment’s hesitation, Mu Xuan pushed open the weathered wooden plank. The nerve-grating creak of “eek” instantly echoed out, and in that same instant, countless scarlet eyes snapped open.
An endless chorus of scratching and hissing noises filled the air, making Mu Xuan’s skin crawl.
Mu Xuan didn’t charge in recklessly.
A faint light kindled at his fingertip. The scarlet eyes in the Confession Room shrank away from the light, some retreating, but many remained, lurking in the darkness, their cold gazes fixed on the doorway.
The Priest isn’t in the Confession Room… Mu Xuan was a bit surprised.
Seeing those scarlet eyes shrink from the light, Mu Xuan considered for a moment, then decided to go in for a look.
But just as he was about to take a step forward, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him.
In an instant, Mu Xuan’s whole body went taut.
But when he realized whose arms were around him, Mu Xuan froze again, and then relaxed.
The Silvermoon Knight!?
“Light…”
The Silvermoon Knight’s voice trembled, her arms around him shaking as well.
Glancing backward, Mu Xuan used the faint glow at his fingertip to clearly see the pain etched on the Silvermoon Knight’s exquisite face.
She kept murmuring “Light…” under her breath.
What’s going on…?
Is it because of the power of light in my hand?
Mu Xuan suddenly remembered: within these rules, the Silvermoon Knight was likely also something strange. The power of light might very well be agitating her.
But… should I extinguish it?
Noticing that the light at Mu Xuan’s fingertip was dimming, the Silvermoon Knight hugged him even tighter.
“Don’t… light…”
Hearing the Silvermoon Knight’s words, Mu Xuan dismissed the idea of snuffing out the glow at his fingertip.
“Honored Knight, I need to check the Confession Room. Before that, could you please let go of me for a moment… Besides, I still need your protection…”
Mu Xuan felt the Silvermoon Knight’s powerful grip and realized he couldn’t break free, so he spoke with a touch of helplessness.
It seemed that, thanks to the power of light, the Silvermoon Knight had regained some measure of thought.
After hearing Mu Xuan’s words, the Silvermoon Knight slowly loosened her grip, forcing herself to stand up, though pain still twisted her face.
So… does the power of light really cause pain to the strange beings?
Yes. From the start until now, the power of light has almost always been a counter to strange things.
But if it hurts so much, why doesn’t she want me to put out the light?
Looking at her soft armor and the flexible sword at her waist, Mu Xuan felt complicated. Does she… still believe in the light…?
Not dwelling on it further, Mu Xuan maintained the glow at his fingertip and slowly entered the Confession Room. The Silvermoon Knight forced herself to follow, looking weak as she stepped in after him.
As the light illuminated the room, Mu Xuan took in the Confession Room’s details.
The chamber was divided into two parts, separated by a partition with a mesh window for communication.
Very simple. That was Mu Xuan’s first impression.
But as soon as Mu Xuan turned his gaze to the walls, his scalp tingled.
Countless eye sockets were embedded in the walls—without eyeballs. The nerves that would connect to the eyeballs dangled from the sockets, as if the eyes had been violently yanked out…
A wave of nausea rose up in Mu Xuan.
The scarlet eyes outside the door just now must have belonged to these sockets set in the walls…
Turning around, Mu Xuan moved to the other side of the partition—the Priest’s spot.
Even though he’d tried to prepare himself mentally, Mu Xuan couldn’t help the chill that ran through him when he saw severed heads, faces frozen in terror, tongues hooked and suspended from the ceiling…
Ugh—
Just what is going on in this place…
Glancing around, Mu Xuan still managed to spot a booklet in the corner.
Carefully skirting the gruesome heads, he picked up the booklet and quickly left the Confession Room.
He couldn’t stay even a second longer, afraid that his empty stomach would bring up yesterday’s meal.
The Silvermoon Knight, meanwhile, seemed not to see anything at all—three parts pain, seven parts dazed.
Seeing Mu Xuan leave, she followed close behind, leaving the Confession Room as well.