On the ground floor of an ordinary single-family villa somewhere, Mr. A, who looked pale, had no blood on his lips, and seemed a little weak, was kneeling devoutly in front of a huge fallen black cross, his lips moved slightly, and he prayed silently.
The basement, decorated as a chapel, is relatively dark, with only some candlesticks in the strong Fourth Age Solomonic Empire style used for lighting.
The dim yellow candlelight flickered, and thin shadows clung to the walls everywhere, as if they were surging.
In the center of the room, a huge black inverted cross exuded a faint spiritual light, and vague and vague nonsense echoed in the not-so-wide space, as if whispering something.
Mr. A, who knelt on his knees and sat in front of the altar, had a low voice, and his scarlet eyes were no longer rational, replaced by a trace of blissful confusion.
"Yes, my lord, with the help of His Highness Edmund, I have implemented the will of the God of Mystery..."
He was reporting on his recent work.
After a long time, the hoarse and low sounds in the underground slowly disappeared, replaced by a long silence.
Mr. A put on his hood again and walked out of the basement that served as a church. There was a touch of blood on his smooth chin that was not obscured by the shadow, and the previous frightening feeling of weakness was gone.
Suddenly, he stopped, stood in the dark winding corridor, bowed and saluted:
"Praise the lost but beautiful history, the great His Highness Edmund."
"Praise the lost but beautiful history." Standing next to him was a man buried in dark purple robes. Edmund Jason, who should have been stranded somewhere in the violent sea, was wearing a gorgeous formal suit.
, was currently standing on the steps of the spiral staircase, silently looking down.
This is His true form that has not been seen for a long time.
When he learned during the routine communication between his clone and his main body that the Aurora Society had encountered the residual aura of the fallen Red Sky Medici during its operation in Backlund, Edmund immediately left his own place in the Violent Sea.
The ruins of the mausoleum existed secretly in the depths, and he quickly rushed back to Backlund.
This is a big enough deal for Him to take seriously!
"Retell the process when you assassinated Ambassador Intis." The serious-looking Edmund looked into Mr. A's eyes and ordered loudly, without any intention of explaining his own problem.
Mr. A, who was five steps lower than Edmund, recalled carefully without thinking:
"After your Highness shielded you from possible accidents in the battle, I sneaked directly into the cultist's office. Although he used the spell given by a demigod to resist during the process, he was still difficult to defeat due to his own unfaithfulness.
The authority the Lord gave us finally struck home for me.”
"Just before death, he seemed to have undergone some changes. He went directly out of control. He received some pollution from high-sequence angels, and his body exploded. It even had a certain impact on me."
Mr. A was very organized and recounted the general process of the battle in the shortest possible language.
Although various extraordinary organizations and the Orthodox Church believe that members of the Aurora Society are potential lunatics or never cover up the fact that they are crazy, from a realistic point of view, most members of the Aurora Society may only be with their master.
Similarly, only under certain circumstances, they will be affected by the extraordinary characteristics themselves and become crazy. Usually, there are many cunning and experienced hunters among them.
A demigod-level spell?
Although the expression on his face was still cold, Edmund had already had a clue in his mind that if it were just a demigod-level spell, it would be impossible to bring pollution containing the aura of Lord Medici.
He shook his head and asked:
"What was the ambassador's mental state like during the battle?"
"Have they been doing anything recently?"
"His mental state is relatively high, but his body does not behave like a qualified warrior. Just like the priests in the heretical evil god church, he is full of dissolute atmosphere. If I use attacks in the spiritual realm, I should be able to
A simple breakthrough." Mr. A recalled the state he felt in Backlund and stated at an appropriate speed.
Since being promoted to "Shepherd", it has almost become his instinct to observe the extraordinary people around him through spiritual vision.
As he spoke, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he gradually felt a little tired.
"As for their recent movements... I'm sorry, Your Highness Edmund, we have basically focused all our energy on a God-favored person in the East District recently, and we have hardly been exposed to too much external affairs."
Edmund, who was looking down at Mr. A from above, remained silent, but his blue eyes seemed unclear.
The spirit is relatively excited, the body is empty, and the body is dissolute... Hehe, isn't this the standard configuration of Intis men?
Do I really have to make the trip myself?
I hope that the body of the unlucky ambassador has not been recovered by MI9... Silently, Edmund, who was dressed in fine clothes, collapsed in an instant, and pieces of illusive and hazy purple light and shadow scattered and drifted, only flashing a few times.
It was completely missing.
On the steps where he was just now, another figure who had been closely beside him regained his vigor.
He took off the hood of the dark purple robe that completely covered his face, and his young and handsome face looked unreal for a moment.
The clone with only the Sequence Four "Mysticist" level moved its neck and said in a deep voice downwards:
"You take a short rest, and after you fully recover, I will help you record the ability of the 'mysterious reappearance' part."
"Yes, Your Highness Edmund." Mr. A, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, slowly raised his head, with no surprise on his beautiful face.
.............
In the suburbs of Backlund, Red Rose Manor.
On the balcony of the guest room of the main house, Hvin Rambis, a royal adviser personally appointed by His Majesty the King of Loen, George III, was half leaning on the back of an easy chair on the edge of the balcony, drinking nearly half of his glass on the small table at hand.
There was still a trace of warmth in the black tea, and he was watching the intimate interaction between Prince Edsac and his little lover on the golf course in the distance.
The strange thing is that he is obviously a guest worthy of being valued by this manor, but at this time there is no servant around him to serve him attentively. The only male servant is only holding a mottled hair that is almost as big as a person's upper body in his hand.
The stone slab stood silently in the corner.
The gray-white mottled stone slab was engraved with detailed lines of dragon language text, most of which were blurred, and only some parts that seemed to symbolize taboos were clear.
He quietly looked at the greenery in front of the main house, and for a moment he seemed to be a truly knowledgeable and kind sage.
"Oh, that feather of yours is staring right here. When will the sacrifice you promised me be launched?" Although the sun is shining brightly today, the shadow under the small table on the balcony is extremely stubborn. In a counter-intuitive way,
Expanding one's own boundaries.
The expanding shadow was like steaming boiling water. A strange bubble expanded rapidly, and soon expanded to the size of an adult.
Bang, as the "bubble" burst, a young man with swollen black eye bags under his eyelids, severe dark circles, and a listless spirit emerged from it, with obvious displeasure on his face.
"We are just lucky enough to escape from the predicament of being hunted. Now of course we have to act according to the script written by that person. Don't worry, I will help you hold the blood sacrifice when the time comes." Hwen's head was dignified.
He replied without turning around, his eyes still fixed on the vast lawn in the distance.
The mentally ill young man, or perhaps Fabuti was not asking, glanced at the waiter standing in the corner with a slate in his arms, and slowly sat down on another chair next to the small table.
"Ha, I've always been curious, how did you get in touch with that person?" Fabuti raised his left leg on top of his right leg, sitting in a very indulgent posture, with deep malice hidden in his dark brown eyes.
.
Hwen, who had been looking intently, suddenly glanced at him, then turned his head away and remained silent.
Tsk... The former demon king felt a little bored for a moment, and his body that was already stretched out on the chair slid down a little further.
"Just relying on the real name and basic hints is not much better than your 'devil''s little tricks." Hwen, who still paid attention to his manners as usual, said coldly.
His voice rose slightly, but the waiter in the corner took a few steps back, turned around and rushed towards the wall with the stone slab in his arms.
"Although judging from the previous situation, that person should be very willing to accept my 'surrender', but even if the chance of success is 100%, I don't dare to appear directly in his church."
"Ah"
Farbuti sneered in a low voice, but Hwen still didn't even look at him and continued:
"It just so happens that Mr. Arrogant under Hermes bought the scales that I lost in the world. Otherwise, I might not have gotten a chance to meet him so early."
"But..." The calm-looking Hwen suddenly frowned, his deep eyes were stained with platinum at some point, and his sharp vertical pupils showed a strange confusion.
"But?" Fabuti, who was lazily basking in the sun, made a compliment at the right time.
Hwen's frown immediately relaxed, but his tone became serious unknowingly.
"The seeds I buried in Arihog's body would not be opened until I encountered news related to Levished, but after I fully woke up, I did not find Levi near the village where I had previously hidden.
Traces of Vishid.”
Fabuti, who had been slumped in the easy chair, gradually sat up, his lazy expression softened slightly, and he said with some malicious "relief":
"Haha, for us now, even the handwriting of those true gods cannot be escaped. Maybe it is the night and wisdom, or maybe it is the hermit who is affected by the source of matter. In short, no matter which one, you can't afford to offend, can you?"
Angelweed, who had taken over the body of Hvin Rambis, looked livid at this moment, and was obviously unwilling to answer the questions raised by his temporary ally.
But Fabuti, who has always been famous for his madness, didn't care and just continued his emotion. At this time, his face turned out to have a faint philosopher's color, which seemed extremely inconsistent.
"If you are willing to trade with me, trust me, you will accept this."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, as if he was expressing a sarcasm about fate, completely missing the irrational, chaotic and evil demeanor of the Second Age.
"The torture of the 'Mother Tree' is also a good thing in a sense. Ever since I separated from my true body and stayed away from the interference of uniqueness and the 'Shadow World', my thoughts have become much clearer. Maybe I should thank Him."
In this regard, Angelweed, who had also suffered the torture of the sefirot, did not agree. It was as if he had been forced to suppress his emotions. The kind face belonging to Hvin Rambis quickly returned to his usual expression.
The most common kind expression.
He is still looking at the golf course in the distance.
On the vast green lawn, Prince Edsac, who still had the boyish temperament on his face, was smiling.
He carefully stood by a brown gelding, with his hands spread out, carefully covering the sides of the horse, while his clear eyes stared intently at the horse's back, which was originally a little depressed, but under the influence of his boyfriend and the sunny weather
, a round-faced girl with a nice curve at the corner of her mouth and a smile at the corner of her eyes.
She looked at him affectionately. The girl with long silky hair and a sweet and gentle face gently held the reins. Her beautiful figure wrapped in an off-white elegant dress and a round-brimmed lady's hat was clearly reflected in His Highness the Prince's eyes.
The soul is engraved directly in the eyes.
Hwen on the balcony in the distance was still watching silently, as if watching a beautiful drama, concentrating completely, motionless, just watching, watching.
............
"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty." The female employee at the front desk of the "Daily Observer" said softly, her right hand holding the pen was flipping something in the drawer, and silently crossed out a mark.
After repeatedly confirming what she had recorded on the registration form, she raised her head and said:
"You are lucky today. Mr. Joseph has not gone out for interviews yet. If you were a little later, you might not be able to make it."
With his hands wrapped in plain black gloves, and holding a slightly slender gold-encrusted cane in his right hand, Klein smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes simulated by the human skin mask narrowed into a line.
"After all, I received this gentleman's letter last night, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to catch up."
After returning from dinner at Klein yesterday, he got a brief letter from Mr. Eggron from the reporter Mike Joseph, and learned that this gentleman would stay at the newspaper office until ten o'clock this morning.
Alas, it's actually quite reluctant. I didn't expect that the specific request Prince Edsac mentioned in the envelope was to purchase the main materials corresponding to the "Happy Witch", and also asked me to track down the recent "Devil" Ripper.
Case, this is simply forcing someone to do something difficult!
Not to mention whether I can defeat the "devil", he didn't even give me any convenience in investigation, so how can I investigate?
Fortunately, he was not in a hurry with the request to investigate the case. He just emphasized that the extraordinary materials of the "Happy Witch" should be gathered as soon as possible... Well, I don't know the gender of the witch that Prince Edsac wanted to help.
...At this moment, Klein had an impolite thought. Taking advantage of the absence of the female employee who had already gone to notify Joseph the reporter, he gently rubbed his cheeks.
I have to mention that since Klein came back from the gray fog yesterday, "Mystery" has canceled the arrangement on the human skin mask. Now this magical item has returned to a state that will gradually make people face paralysis, which is very frustrating.
Klein experienced the pain of freeing his facial muscles.
Soon, the sound of footsteps woke up Klein who was distracted.
"Good morning, Detective Moriarty." Following the female employee, there was a man in his thirties with rough skin, obvious pores, and sparse eyebrows, but overall he had pretty good facial features and a somewhat mature charm.
He greeted me and seemed quite enthusiastic.
He walked a few steps quickly, took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, and said with a smile: