Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 726: Mark of Fury?
Aleister took Selene and followed Prince Szijjártó into the car.

At first, she subconsciously thought that she would take a carriage.

But it was not until Prince Szijjártó brought the two of them to the street that Aleister noticed his car.

——That was the real "car" that was clearly engraved in Aleister's memory.

Aleister's eyes suddenly lit up.

Moreover, it was not just a car, it was even a sports car——

The bright red streamlined shell was gleaming under the lights. It was an open top, and a driver wearing strange sunglasses sat in the driver's seat. The middle-aged driver wore strange glasses similar to those worn by Nobel masters, with seven microscope lenses inlaid on his face, and they were all shining with bright green light.

The driver tilted his head slightly, obviously a little surprised that Prince Szijjártó brought two ladies into the car.

"go home."

Prince Szijjártó sat in the co-pilot's seat and gave instructions.

Aleister opened the car door skillfully and sat behind him, then reached out his hand to help Selene sit down.

She subconsciously fumbled around the seat for a while, but couldn't find the seat belt, so she had to give up.

Szijjártó saw all this through the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything, just looked ahead quietly.

With the engine humming louder and louder, the car moved forward very steadily. The tires looked good, and the asphalt concrete road on the ground was well built.

As the car's speed gradually increased, the surrounding scenery quickly receded.

"--ah!"

Selene was thrown back onto her seat by a sudden force and was startled: "How - so fast!"

She immediately reached out and hugged Aleister's arm, and only then did she barely break free from the intense uneasiness.

But the increasingly clear feeling of suffocation that followed made her gasp for air again and again - the speed was too fast, making Selene feel that breathing was beginning to become difficult.

Aleister looked back and saw this scene, with a slight smile on her face. She comforted him helplessly, "It's okay..."

She tried to raise her hands slightly and grasp the wind outside.

Through this simple speed measurement method, she judged that the current speed had exceeded 80 miles per hour, and had not yet reached the limit and was still accelerating - at this speed, Aleister did not feel any obvious vibration.

"Can you go a little slower?"

Aleister leaned over the front seat and spoke to Szijjártó in a loud voice.

"Slower."

Prince Szijjártó tilted his head slightly and said to the driver, "Raise the window again."

Then, the car, which was still slowly climbing upward, immediately slowed down to half its speed. At least at this speed, Selene no longer felt the difficulty in breathing.

Then, the transparent windows at the front and rear were raised at the same time. As the windows were raised, they made a continuous trembling noise until the roof was sealed by the extended red shell. The noisy wind was immediately blocked outside, and the interior of the car suddenly became quiet.

"...At this speed, they dare to raise the front glass without worrying about it being blown down by the strong wind."

Aleister straightened up and couldn't help but complain.

When the window was just being raised, she had a tragic scene in her mind - she was afraid that the prince would be stabbed in the eyes by the broken window glass and die on the spot. Just like when she was in school in her previous life, she was always worried that the shaky electric fan would fly down and blow off the head of the student in the front row.

"Mr. Fenrir knows what can and cannot be done. I only need to give my suggestions, and he knows what to do."

Prince Szijjártó explained simply.

Then, he turned his head slightly to look at Aleister and asked, "Have you seen the Philosopher's Stone before? Miss...?"

He couldn't quite remember whether Aleister had introduced himself before. Maybe he had, but he obviously didn't remember.

"Aleister."

Aleister added.

"Yes, Miss Aleister."

Prince Szijjártó immediately added Aleister's name: "I see that you are very familiar with this car, at least not too unfamiliar." Car...?

Aleister also realized that the Star People had the concept of "car".

She asked back with some curiosity: "The Philosopher's Stone... is that its name?"

"Yes."

Prince Szijjártó nodded slightly, his voice unconsciously becoming louder. “Don’t you think so? This beautiful red is exactly the color of the legendary Philosopher’s Stone. As the essence of Star Antimony Alchemy, it undoubtedly deserves this title.”

"But I remember," Aleister laughed, "Didn't the Star Antimony people believe that the Philosopher's Stone didn't exist?"

“It is for this reason that it is named after a car.”

From behind, Aleister saw that the corners of Prince Szijjártó's mouth slightly raised, and he seemed to smile not too obviously.

His melodious and calm low voice continued to be clearly heard in the closed carriage: "At least there will be nothing that can be named 'Star Antimony'."

"This car was invented by... you?"

Aleister suddenly asked.

“…No,” Prince Szijjártó responded with a complicated expression after a brief pause, “but I participated in the design.”

——What a complex expression of sadness and pride.

Only a tortured but shining soul can have such a bitter and determined heart.

If such a heart were to be torn apart and defiled... and made to wail...

Looking at that expression, an inexplicable desire to crush the other person suddenly arose in my heart.

It's like seeing something cute but having the incongruous urge to tear it apart...

Aleister's pupils flickered with a dark red light.

“Miss Aleister,” Prince Szijjártó seemed to sense the pure malice behind him, and suddenly turned his head to look at Aleister’s right eye, “Please respect yourself.”

He warned solemnly.

However, Aleister did not hide the naive and cruel smile on his face.

She simply extended her finger and placed it between Prince Szijjártó's ear and neck, scratching it lightly with her index fingernail. The sharp white nail was like a dagger, capable of cutting through flesh in an instant.

The car fell into a brief silence. Aleister and Prince Szijjártó, who were lying on the front seat, looked at each other. Selene, who was sitting on the side, had completely slumped down, curling up into a furry ball on the other side of the seat. Only the driver continued to drive calmly, with the neon lights outside the window passing quickly.

"……snort."

Aleister chuckled and retracted his nails. The dark red light in his pupils gradually dissipated, and his eyes became clear again.

Although on her face, she seemed not to care about her actions.

However, she was shocked in her heart - because this sudden crazy behavior was completely inconsistent with the rationality of "Evans".

It was like when you see noisy kids outside the window, you have the urge to tear their heads off; or when you see someone in a swamp reaching out to you, you want to hold their hand and chop off their arm with an axe.

As an expert in demonology, Aleister immediately determined that... this was a characteristic of being branded with the [Rage] mark by the Fallen Angel.

Those souls that the Fallen Angels have taken a fancy to will be branded with a great sin by Him. They will be gradually dragged into the corresponding realm until their desires are completely out of control.

If one dies in the right way, they will be transformed into a demon after death.

If Shadow Demon Bayard had not reconciled with her and given up the Rage Mark, she would have been in this form. If she continued to develop and evolve the power of the Sin Mark, she would eventually become a Flame Demon.

The two beasts of sin that Aleister has currently contracted are the sins of laziness and jealousy.

In other words, she shouldn't have the sin of rage at all...

...Did the Fallen Angel attack him? But if that was the case, didn't he realize his own sin of arrogance?

Or is this a characteristic of myself as the "Son of the Moon" at this moment, filled with desires on the path of love?
(End of this chapter)