Chapter 409: The Secret of the Seventh Luminary

"...That's right."

Annan murmured in a low voice.

He and Henry VIII looked at each other, with ice-blue eyes as pure as jade and crystal-clear as mirrors, and those pair of eyes that seemed to be indifferent, staring at Annan with a false gentle smile.

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

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

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

It seems that what I see is not "Annan", but a painting called "Annan", or something behind Annan...

Kaphne's extraordinary power of vision may have been directly inherited from Henry VIII.

And Henry VIII's ability to "know everything" may have been born from this kind of spiritual vision.

By now.

The answer is already 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 existence of the kingdom, so why should he show affection to Annan?

He's not afraid of old grandmothers.

But because he was interested in Annan himself.

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

It's like a mirror inside and outside a mirror.

The unreversed heart of winter and the child in the cup who were born with knowledge... They were both unable to feel the "love" from their parents since childhood, and the only heir to the kingdom. They both took completely opposite paths in the end. .

"...You should probably talk to my elder brother before."

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

After all, his Winter Heart has been reversed.

And his previous memory has also been completely emptied.

Perhaps the former Annan... Before losing his memory, he could reach a certain resonance with Henry VIII. But now he is completely different from a few years ago.

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

Strange to say.

In Annan's style, all this should not have been revealed.

Instead, it should be with Henry VIII's words, try to brush the other party's goodwill, and then grab 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 made him have to look directly at this topic and attach importance to Henry VIII - just as Henry VIII attached importance to Annan.

However, facing Annan's statement, Henry VIII just nodded gently.

"—I know. I see what you mean.

"But it doesn't matter if you remember the past...that's not a 'mirror' about me."

"...Mirror?"

This strange word made Annan startled.

He knew that Henry VIII was neither extraordinary nor a ritualist.

He may understand some mysterious knowledge, but he will not go too deep into it - some knowledge itself will oppress the soul, and souls who have not stepped on the path of transcendence may go crazy as long as they know it.

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

unless……

"You guessed right."

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

He was like a soul-reaver wizard who was proficient in mind-reading spells, and he accurately said what Annan was thinking.

But Annan didn't feel any trace of the spell at all.

And...Benjamin?

How could he have anything to do with this?

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 a 'mirror image', and I am a 'mirror image' with others... Could it be that I am the center of the ceremony?"

"yes."

Henry VIII responded.

"And you are just the composition of the ceremony?"

Annan asked again.

Seeing that Annan could sense this level the moment he heard "Benjamin", Henry VIII couldn't help but smiled gratified.

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

"—[The gods are born from the light realm, and they know that the radiance is born in the mirror and falls into the void.] [The light of the seventh light never falls in the mortal world], [the 'mirror' without equal weight becomes Egg sheaths, true light will not come from the Light Realm]."

There is a little strange rhythm in all three of Henry VIII's sentences.

Annan felt as if his soul had become heavy just by hearing it. It was like placing a rock in a half-full water bag, which made the water bag heavy, and at the same time made the water surface called "Shenzhi" rise until it overflowed.

Now Annan is very familiar with...

- This is the mysterious "weight".

He completely accepted this weight, which means that Henry VIII has taught himself this mysterious knowledge since then.

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 earnestly, "[I]—what is it?"

"You are [Sky Train]."

Faced with this almost philosophical question, Henry VIII answered without any hesitation: "The great thing summoned by the 'sublimation ceremony' is the last radiance seen by the extraordinary, and the radiance seen by the gods at first. .

"You may be the master of the sky train, or the sky car itself, or even just a ray of light. But what you are does not depend on the past, but on the future."

--as predicted.

Like his granddaughter Kaphne...Henry VIII was a goofball. From this point of view, Kaphne is the only one who perfectly inherits the talents of Henry VIII.

And Henry VIII's spiritual vision was even far sharper than Kaphne's.

What Kaphne saw was the essence of Annan's soul - what he saw in Salvatore's mirror, the existence of a real image.

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

He could even see Annan's Book of the Sky-Truck.

However, "hatching light"?

...is he trying to help himself?

But it didn't make much sense to Henry VIII.

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

—Is it because of what Benjamin said to him?

Thinking of this, Annan was silent for a while.

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

"Have."

Henry VIII nodded and immediately became serious.

He replied with firm words that were completely different from the kindness he had used before, and almost indifference: "Remember, you must come to my funeral. And you must come as the 'Grand Duke of Winter'... You can talk to Nolan. Say.

"I'm going to die in four days and the funeral is next Sunday. It's important, it must come."

"……it is good."

Annan didn't ask the reason, just nodded.

This is bound to cause a lot of trouble for him. It will turn many people into his enemies, reveal Annan's location and let his enemies track his whereabouts.

- But so what?

Annan knew that he really wanted to go.

That's it.

Afterwards, Annan didn't even say goodbye to the king, but silently pulled Kafney, who was still a little dazed and overwhelmed, and left.

Behind them, Henry VIII smiled and looked at them calmly.

Kafney was pulled by Annan and looked back subconsciously when she was about to leave the gate.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

Kaphne always felt that His Majesty's smile was very similar to the smile she had when she first saw Annan a few years ago.

——But, it was by no means the same laugh.

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

It was a poem written by a poet in Winter, and for Kaphne at the time, she didn't understand it at all.

But she kept the content firmly in mind.

The poem goes like this:

"I will fall into the abyss one day.

"My body was incinerated, my teeth rotted and my flesh melted.

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

……I see.

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

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

In the eyes of Henry VIII, no one ever existed.

And whether it is Annan in the past or Annan now, his eyes are always others.

In Annan's eyes, the light of hope will always shine.