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The Traveling Poet remembered that the girl had seemed to want to leave the castle with him before.

In the memory of Alex Green Knight, it also appeared to be the first time that Cerys had said to him that she "wanted to leave."

In the past, whether it was trapping the knight to torment each other, or when Cerys was planning to let the knight go, she never thought to leave Prague Castle with him.

Cerys deeply loved the Green Knight, there was no doubt about that, she might be unforgivable, she might have hurt countless people, but this fact remained undeniable.

However, when the girl looked at him, she shook her head helplessly, "Alex, I lied to you before, because I can never leave Prague Castle."
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"Why?" the Traveling Poet asked.

"..." The girl showed hesitation.

"Cerys, until now you're still unwilling to tell me those things?" The Traveling Poet frowned.

"..."

Xu Shuo looked at him, her gaze enigmatic, "Alex, I am a witch who has died before, to leave the Illusory Realm I've woven, someone must be willing to sacrifice themselves, offering their soul as the existence I rely on."

Upon hearing this, the Traveling Poet's mouth fell open as he fell into astonishment.

He had not expected this to be the reason.

To offer one's soul surely required tremendous courage, and one could imagine the kind of impact it would have on the person involved.

Xu Shuo lowered her brows and eyes despondently, continuing, "Although sacrificing their soul would not damage their life, from then on they would always be constrained by me, nobody would do such a thing for a witch."

Suddenly, the Traveling Poet thought of something, "Then the former Steward Armand..."

"Back then, I had not yet met you."

The girl lifted her head, her eyes glittering as she looked at him with a slight smile, "I didn't want to leave because I wanted to wait for you to come back. Alex, now that I've seen you, I'm very happy."

The Traveling Poet shifted his gaze away uncomfortably.

"Alex, I know you yearn for freedom, and I know you hate being bound, so I don't want to do things you would hate anymore.

"I'm content just seeing you, Prague Castle is ultimately a cage, I don't want you to fall into it again.

"There isn't much time left now, you'd better leave quickly.

"Alex, leave this place!"

The girl looked at him pitifully, her blood-red eyes once more welling up with mist, but this time it was filled with earnestness and joy.

The Tall Tower of the castle had already dissolved by half, the pitch-black night sky exposed above with the once-crimson moon still dim and lightless.

Indeed, if he delayed any longer, he might not have the time to leave.

In fact, the Traveling Poet was already considering retreating, but when he truly made up his mind, he suddenly felt a bit bewildered.

He couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality, because he didn't understand what the purpose of the girl before him really was, why she had gone to such lengths to approach and confuse him.

And now, it seemed she had laid her purpose right before him.

But the Traveling Poet had also acquired the memories of Alex's former life, so when facing this choice, he seemed to somewhat understand Cerys's thoughts.

Had the former Alex Green Knight fallen in love with the Night Witch Cerys?

Perhaps not, perhaps it was just a bond that could not be severed, but maybe there really was a feeling in his heart.

The Traveling Poet knew that Alex Green had left his Knight's Side Sword for Cerys before he left, as well as a letter concealed in the hilt of the sword.

He had hidden it, perhaps because he was ashamed of his feelings for the witch as a saint of the Holy Court, perhaps he didn't want Cerys to discover it too soon.

But after being expelled by the Holy Court, still believing in the High Priest and the Holy Light, the Green Knight, with nowhere else to go, ultimately thought of the secluded Prague Castle.

The Traveling Poet knew the contents of that letter.

Perhaps Cerys did have a place in his heart.

But between 'freedom' and 'emotion,' the knight who longed for the vast world ultimately chose to follow his own freedom.

...

The Traveling Poet's mind was a mess, with countless memories and thoughts chaotically surfacing, continuously influencing and disrupting his thinking.

Deep down, he actually wanted to complete the mission and leave this world.

Because he remembered that this was a Script World.

He remembered that this was just a story.

Yet the people here seemed as real as himself; what was in front of him was an Illusory Realm, yet it didn't feel like an illusion, and he started to lose his grasp on what was illusion and what was reality.

He felt as if his thoughts had plunged into the Deep Sea, dragged down by emotions he couldn't control, constantly falling deeper.

Finally, the Traveling Poet's gaze suddenly landed on the Character Card.

That last bit of progress, why hadn't it been filled in yet?

Was it time to leave? Or to stay?

...

The floor of the palace hall was also starting to crumble, and among the withering roses, Xu Shuo watched the still hesitant and dazed Traveling Poet in front of him.

He was not in a hurry, thinking to himself:

Even though there were very few players left with souls, and the archaeologist was resistant to beguilement and even showed a faint strong repulsion towards him, it didn't matter.

After all, he had just seized another little wretch by chance; if the Traveling Poet's approach didn't work out, he had a backup plan.

If that still didn't work, he could revive them in an instant, trapping these people in Prague Castle to continue the act until they all gave up resisting!

As long as Witch Cerys doesn't perish, Prague Castle will exist forever; destroying a Blood Pool is nothing!

At worst, his power would be a little weakened then, but it didn't matter, it was more than enough to trap a few players who were also at the end of their tether!

As Xu Shuo was silently making his plans, time also passed by minute by minute.

And just as the cracks spread to the roses, a soft voice suddenly rang out in the silent palace: "Cerys, tell me the way to take you away."

Xu Shuo was startled, looking up at the Traveling Poet in some amazement.

He had actually made up his mind?!

After all, signing a Soul Contract with the NPC witch of the script world would likely mean staying forever trapped in the Subspace, unable to escape!

If there were no accidental opportunities, he would never be able to shake off the Soul Contract.

The last steward was a bloody example.

...

It seemed that the girl in front of him didn't react, so the Traveling Poet, looking into her blood-red eyes, said very seriously again: "Cerys, I am willing to sign a Soul Contract with you."

Xu Shuo frowned slightly: "Alex, you..."

"Last time I chose to leave you, but this time I plan to stay," said the Traveling Poet, pausing for a moment, then correcting himself seriously: "No, last time I had no intention of staying, and you didn't plan to leave with me, but this time I choose to stay, and you choose to leave with me."

Xu Shuo: "..." Are you reciting a tongue twister here or what?

The Traveling Poet: "So after we sign the contract, would you be willing to try leaving Prague Castle with me?"

You could tell he was very serious, and not setting a trap. Xu Shuo certainly wouldn't refuse.

In any case, there was nothing to lose.

"Sure."

...