Edward von Valantia's face turned as gray as a stone statue, and his empty silver eyes looked at Wilkin, at a girl who was staring at the wind chimes on the ceiling in her bedroom. He was half-kneeling, his body gradually stiffening, and despite the strong wind, his posture did not change. He has never fallen, and he will never fall. ...... ...... Blade of the Tower of Babel, the third seat, [Red Shadow] Edward von Valantia, confirmed dead. The winner of the tenth Babel Competition has been announced: Ivar Sekepas. Hand over the third seat of [Blade of Babel] to the winner... Code name...[Scavenger]. ......
...... recall. He and the old man with silver eyes had looked at the child surrounded by white flames, their hearts surging. The pure white hair and those blood red eyes were exactly like her. Tears slowly flowed down, dripping onto the land on the other side, the dry and lifeless land. For whom are the tears of [Red Ghost] shed? The old man beside him sighed slightly, and raised his head as if he had seen divine revelation: "This is... [Pure White Fireworks]... the calamity that is destined to bring about the apocalypse..." "She can do it... Only she can end the heart of the tyrant, only she..." The silver-white temples trembled slightly and the old man laughed, but he couldn't tell what kind of laugh it was. But he didn't care. He just stared at the white flames swirling around the child and spoke softly: "No, old man, your eyes must be failing..." The fluttering pure white hair and the white flames intertwine to form an even more beautiful pattern. That was not some disaster star, nor was it some [Pure White Fireworks]. "That's clearly... a small white flower." ...... 【Character Setting】Peace Monarch ★Name: Pace Monarch ★Gender:Male
★Height: 185cm Age: 19 ★Aliases: [Young Master] [Young Master] [The last master of the Monarch family, the inheritor of the Ice Peak, the legitimate successor of the Monarch Manor, the core hub of the Loton Wine Industry] ("The last one was said to be said by himself... Why can he be so shameless to give himself a lot of weird titles...?" - Carly's notes) ★Ability assessment (only under ideal conditions): Mobility: A- 【Strength】: B 【Battle Skills】: B- Intelligence: B+ 【Endurance】: A- 【Talent】: A 【Overall evaluation】: B+ (“promising future”) (Note: The ratings are divided into S/A/B/C/D. [Talent] is a factor that determines the ratio of time and growth.) Appearance: Black, slightly messy curly hair, not long but always looks messy when not taken care of. He inherited the bloodline of the ancestors on Wanren Mountain: with black eyes and a physique that can withstand wind and snow, he is a typical Thebite no matter how you look at him. ("Yeah, standard barbarian." - Carly's notes) Although he was not very strong, his ancestral bloodline gave him very good physical strength and endurance. His experience of growing up on the Wanren Mountain also gave him a very strong physique. In general, Pace Monarch does have the physical qualities that a Thebite should have, but at the same time, the influence of the Monarch family also makes his seemingly barbaric and rough style have a touch of elegance. ★Character Description: A member of the Monarch family, the eldest son of Carl Monarch, and the legitimate heir to the Monarch Manor. He grew up in a manor on Wanren Mountain and spent his childhood in the snow and ice. Due to various changes in his family, he eventually took root in Loton at the foot of Wanren Mountain and ran a tavern. The experience of growing up in the ice and snow has endowed Pace with relatively simple fighting skills. When dealing with prey such as wild boars and wild deer, Pace can perform relatively stably. ("It's another story with people though... but I have to say, he learns very quickly..." - Carly's notes) Pace's character is that of a typical "down-and-out young man". His slightly barbaric style makes it easy for you to confuse him with those ruffians in Lorton. But when you are about to be deceived by his face, Pace always reveals some elegance that belongs only to the aristocracy from time to time. He is upright and practices realism to the fullest, but the emotional part of his character conflicts with many of the "optimal solutions" he encounters, which makes Pace question whether his choices and actions are correct at times. Fortunately, if he is aware of his mistakes, he will correct them at all costs... He has a good taste in wine, but rarely brags about it. According to him, it’s because “it’s a matter of course, so there’s no need to show off”... I don’t know if he is being modest or arrogant. Weapons:
[The "Ancestors' Teeth" factor can drive the axe] The axe passed down by the Monarch family has a snow-carved head carved on the back, symbolizing the Monarch family's emblem. Although it's just a weapon powered by Vo1d crystal, when used by Pace... it's unexpectedly powerful? ...... [MK23 "Fighter" Giant Armor] After being modified by Pace, the MK21 "Fortress" had all the armor on its surface removed, leaving only the exoskeleton power skeleton. It is equipped with a grappling hook on the wrist, which, if operated properly, allows it to move freely between buildings. It greatly improves Pace's combat capability, but it also has great limitations. ("Whatever you say, transformation or not...it's still the stuff of barbarians...so boring..." - Carly's notes) Way to Babel "We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel." ...... "Dong dong dong." His knuckles tapped lightly on the brown wooden door, making a crisp knocking sound. "Little princess, Miss Carly asked me to hurry you up?" Seeing no one answer, Pace quietly put his ear to the door, trying to catch some movement in the quiet room. This guy...could he not be awake yet? Thinking of this, Pace knocked on Perlis's door again: "Little princess?" "come in." Pearlis' voice came from the room, and she sounded in a good mood. With a slightly nervous mood, Pace pushed open Perlis's door and walked in. A burst of fragrance wafted in, and the room surrounded by flowers appeared in front of Pess like a fairyland. He was a little overwhelmed by the sudden fragrance of flowers. "Good morning, young master." Following the direction of the flower fragrance, Pace saw a girl with long pure white hair—— "what..." Perlis was sitting briskly on the bed against the wall, with the diary spread out on her bent knees and her feet casually sunk into the bed sheet, like a little girl who was lying in bed. Behind her, a breeze brought the sunlight of Wilkin into the room from the half-open window, dotting the girl's pure white hair with golden edges. The breeze from Wilkin washed away the mask on Perlis's cheek. She was looking at Pace with a smile, and her blood-red eyes no longer had the hostility she had at the beginning:
"Good morning, little princess." As if responding to Pace's words, Perlis gently closed the diary on her knees and placed it on the bed. Then she jumped off the bed lightly and slowly walked in front of Pace. Looking at the boy who was a head taller than her, Perlis smiled brightly and spoke softly: "Thank you, young master." "Eh?" Pace was a little stunned. Why did she suddenly thank him again? Why was this... Is it because of what happened on Wanren Mountain before... There is no need to apologize specially... This little girl really attaches great importance to this so-called sense of ritual. Pace smiled helplessly and sighed softly. I owe you more, idiot. Seeing that Pace hadn't answered, Perlis's cheeks suddenly turned slightly red. She raised her head hastily and said: "Hey... Hey! It didn't snow this time! I made it very clear! Don't make me repeat myself! I'll only say it once! I'm telling you--" "Thank you too, little princess." Pace looked at the somewhat anxious Pearlis and smiled. His black pupils looked into his red pupils seriously, with a gleam in them. Being thanked so earnestly by Pace suddenly, Perlis felt like she was hit by a club and was suddenly stunned. The longer she was stared at by those black pupils, the redder Perlis's face became. She kept making strange noises in her throat, as if something was choking her. Seeing Perlis like this, Pace felt a little strange: "Eh? Little princess, what are you doing—Ouch!" Before Pace could finish, Perlis suddenly jumped up and began to hit Pace's head hard. "Ouch! No, what's the reason this time——" "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard bastard bastard bastard!!!" ...... "Even a lonely soul can sink into the fetters of the world." "Then, its light will shine on everyone around it without distinction." "The awakened soul must be lonely. Surrounded by dust, it has long been regarded as an alien." "With only two or three ties between us, why shouldn't we sink into depravity?" ...... "Recording complete, [As I saw], entering standby mode."
In the living room of the house, Carly waved her hand lightly, and the pattern of blue light suspended in the air dissipated and turned into nothingness. She turned around and saw Perlis coming out of the room, and she smiled and said: "We agreed to go to the sea of flowers together today, didn't we? Little White Flower, you're such a sleepless nightgatherer." "I'm not lying in bed, don't talk nonsense," Perlis slowly sat down at the dining table and picked up the fork, "But Carly, what are you playing with the little birds so early in the morning..." "I didn't play anything, just briefly record recent events."