The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 409: The Secret of the Seventh Day

"...That's it."

Annan murmured in a low voice.

He looked at Henry VIII with his ice-blue eyes as pure as jade and as clear as a mirror, and his pair of eyes that looked at Annan with a false and gentle smile as if nothing mattered.

In other words, Henry VIII was just watching everything happening in front of him equally.

Even though he met Henry VIII's eyes, Annan still felt that... what Henry VIII was looking at was not him.

...It was just like the look in Kafni's eyes when she saw Annan for the first time.

It is as if what you see is not "Annan", but a painting called "Annan", or something behind Annan...

Kafni's unusual psychic vision may have been directly inherited from Henry VIII.

Perhaps Henry VIII’s ability to “know everything” was born from this kind of spiritual vision.

That's it for now.

The answer is obvious.

Why was Henry VIII so indifferent to his children but so eager to himself? He doesn't care about his own life or death, nor the survival of the kingdom, so why should he show favor to Annan?

He is not afraid of his grandmother.

But because he was interested in Annan himself.

——Annan and Henry VIII are two similar but opposite people.

It's like the reflection inside and outside the mirror.

The heart of winter, which has not changed, and the child in the cup, who has known each other since birth... both have not felt the "love" from their parents since childhood, and are the only heirs of the kingdom. In the end, the two of them embarked on a complete journey. Opposite path.

"...Maybe you should talk to my elder brother before."

Annan was silent for a long time and then replied in a low voice: "I may not be able to give you the answer you want now."

After all, his Heart of Winter has been reversed.

And his previous memory has been completely erased.

Perhaps the former Annan... before losing his memory, could reach some resonance with Henry VIII. But he is completely different now than he was a few years ago.

Without the memory of that period, there would be no personality born based on memory.

Odd to say.

In Annan’s style, he should not have told all this.

Rather, they should go along with Henry VIII's words, try to gain the other party's favor, and then gain some benefits from it.

But for some reason, only in front of Henry VIII, only in front of this topic... Annan didn't want to lie.

His instinct told him to look directly at this topic and to pay attention to Henry VIII - just like Henry VIII paid attention to Annan.

However, when faced with Annan's statement, Henry VIII just nodded gently.

"——I know. I understand what you mean.

"But it doesn't matter whether you remember the past...then it's not a 'mirror' related to me."

"...mirror?"

This strange word made Annan startled.

He knew that Henry VIII was not an extraordinary person, nor was he a ritualist.

He may understand some mysterious knowledge, but he will not go too deep into it - some knowledge itself will cause oppression to the soul, and the soul that has not entered the path of transcendence may go crazy as long as it knows it.

But this word has nothing to do with the current topic no matter how you look at it.

Unless...

"You guessed it right."

Henry VIII nodded and made a plain and majestic voice: "Not long ago, Pope Benjamin came to see me once."

He was like a soul-stealing wizard who was proficient in mind-reading magic, accurately saying what Annan was thinking.

But Annan felt no trace of the spell at all.

And...Benjamin?

How could he be involved in this matter?

Since the mirror image is mentioned... it may be related to the "man in the mirror".

Annan frowned slightly and suddenly asked: "If you and I are 'mirror images', and I am 'mirror images' to others... Could it be that I am the center of the ceremony?"

"Yes."

Henry VIII responded.

"And you are just a component of the ritual?"

Annan asked again.

Seeing that Annan could detect this the moment he heard "Benjamin", Henry VIII couldn't help but smile with relief.

He just said calmly: "That is natural, Your Majesty Annan.

"——[The gods are born from the world of light, and they know that the light is born in the mirror and falls into the void.] [The light of the seventh ray has never fallen into the mortal world], [There is no mirror of equal weight. 'Being transformed into an egg sheath, real light will not come from the light world]."

There is some strange rhyme in these three sentences of Henry VIII.

Just when Annan heard it, he felt that his soul seemed to become heavy. Just like a stone is placed in a half-full water bag, which makes the water bag become heavier, and at the same time, the water surface called "sanity" rises until it is full.

Now Annan is very familiar with it...

——This is the mysterious "weight".

He fully accepted this weight, which meant that Henry VIII taught himself this mysterious knowledge from then on.

But if it is the knowledge of light and mirrors...

Annan realized something.

"Then, Your Majesty...if you know, if you can tell me."

Annan frowned slightly and asked seriously: "[I]——What is it?"

"You are [Crane]."

Faced with this almost philosophical question, Henry VIII answered without any hesitation: "The great things summoned by the 'Sublimation Ceremony' are the last glow seen by extraordinary people and the first seen by gods. The glow.

"You may be the chariot driver, or you may be the chariot itself, or you may even be just a beam of light. But what you are does not depend on the past, but on the future."

——As expected.

Just like his granddaughter Caffney... Henry VIII was also a talkative guy. From this point of view, Kaifuni is the only person who perfectly inherited the talents of Henry VIII.

And Henry VIII’s spiritual vision was even far sharper than that of Kaifuni.

What Kafni saw was the essence of Annan's soul - the existence with a real image that he saw in Salvatore's mirror.

But what Henry VIII saw was not a person or even a thing, but a concept.

He can even see Annan's Book of Heavenly Chariots.

However, "hatching light"?

...Does he want to help himself?

But this meant nothing to Henry VIII.

In other words, all this means nothing to him...

——Is it because of what Benjamin said to him?

Annan thought of this and was silent for a while.

He turned to ask: "Then, your Majesty, do you have any other needs from me?"

"Yes."

Henry VIII nodded and immediately became serious.

He replied with firm words that were completely different from his previous amiable attitude: "Remember, you must come to my funeral. And you must come as the 'Grand Duke of Winter'... You can Talk to Nolan.

"I will die in four days, and the funeral will be next Sunday. ~IndoMTL.com~ This is important, you must come."

"...Okay."

Annan didn't ask why, just nodded.

This will definitely cause a lot of trouble for him. Many people will become his enemies, Annan's location will be exposed, and his enemies will be able to track his whereabouts.

——But so what?

Annan knew that he really wanted to go.

That's it.

Afterwards, Annan did not even say goodbye to the king, but silently pulled Kaifni away, who was still a little confused and at a loss.

Behind them, Henry VIII looked at them with a smile and calmly.

Kafni was pulled by Annan, and when she was about to leave the door, she subconsciously looked back.

I wonder if it’s an illusion...

Kafni always felt that the smile of His Majesty the King was very similar to the smile when she first met Annan a few years ago.

——But it was definitely not the same smile.

Kafni suddenly remembered that Annan had read a poem to herself, or to himself.

That was a poem written by a poet in the cold winter. For Kafni at the time, she didn't understand it at all.

But she remembered the content firmly.

The poem goes like this:

"I will fall into the abyss one day.

"My body will eventually be burned, my teeth will rot, and my skin and flesh will dissolve.

"—But until then, I will walk with the light."

...That's it.

He is not reading to himself, but he is not reading to him either... but to the future Annan through himself...

Kafni finally realized the decisive difference between Annan and Henry VIII.

In Henry VIII's eyes, there was never anyone.

Whether it is Annan in the past or Annan now, he always has others in his eyes.

Annan's eyes always shine with the light of hope.