She was too busy thinking about these things to continue scaring Prince Szijjarto.
Szijjarto didn't have any other reaction, he just looked forward to himself.
Soon, the driver took them to a manor outside the city.
Strictly speaking, this place is out of the scope of Leipzig, the city of knowledge.
"Your Highness, don't you have a place to stay in Leipzig?"
Aleister lay on the back of the front seat and complained in a low voice: "Your Highness Szijjjarto, is it impolite for you to invite two girls who are meeting for the first time to such a remote place..."
But after saying that, she didn't feel alarmed.
After all, neither Aleister nor Selene are weak women with any strength.
Selene's current posture is just a disguise. She can instantly transform into a demonic wolf that devours flesh and blood... Not to mention Aleister. Except for the high-level magic without the body, she basically has all the combat abilities of Aiwass.
Even the red phase cannot confront her head-on now. Even the racial attributes of being a son of the moon must be far better than those of ordinary humans.
If someone really has any bad thoughts towards her, then it must be the other person who is unlucky, not herself.
However, Prince Szijjarto just shook his head.
He was not busy getting out of the car, but turned around and asked Aleister seriously: "Miss Aleister, are you still feeling unwell now?"
"……What?"
Aleister was stunned for a moment, and several possibilities emerged in his mind.
But she didn't express it, but asked calmly: "What do you mean you feel uncomfortable?"
"I mean, the feeling that your throat is extremely thirsty and you want to tear it up and swallow something."
Prince Szijjarto asked seriously: "Is it still available now?"
Hearing this, Aleister immediately understood.
...Sure enough, the hunger she felt at the White Dove Opera House and the murderous thoughts she had while on the road were not without reason.
"Huh? Someone dares to do something to me?"
She felt joy from the bottom of her heart. She fell back on her seat, covered her face with her left hand, and couldn't help laughing. It was as if she had finally met a man after running errands for a long time.
Strange tasks are the same.
Bayard's already low and hoarse laughter also showed a kind of madness at this moment: "Is it... the White Dove Opera House? Or the two bunny girls?"
"This is not a conspiracy against you, but a problem for the whole of Leipzig..."
Prince Szijjarto said this, took off his tortoiseshell colored glasses, put them in the box on his chest, and replaced them with ordinary black-rimmed glasses.
He put the box of glasses into a small compartment in front of the passenger side, then pushed the door open and went out, going around to the back door to open the door for Aleister.
He lowered his head and said to Aleister: "There are many people in Leipzig who have the same doubts as you, and many of them also doubt the White Dove Opera House. But after my inspection, it can be ruled out that there is a problem with the Opera House itself.
Already."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Aleister looked at Prince Szijjarto with interest: "Then you... why did you bring me here? You don't even know my name."
"——It's actually a prophecy."
The middle-aged driver who was driving suddenly said: "It's the prophecy I gave you - after His Highness finishes his work today, he will bring back the person who was talking to Manager Val... You will be the key to our solution."
He turned around and opened his mask, which was full of lenses.
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——There were no whites in his eyes.
The two green, gem-like eyes were filled with stars in the sky connected by white threads.
"Astrologer?"
Aleister asked rhetorically: "No, if this characteristic...
"——Are you an astrologer?"
This is the advanced profession when the astrologer reaches the fourth level.
"Everything is doomed, just like I saw you coming to Leipzig; just like I saw you going to talk to Manager Waal..."
The driver, whom Prince Szijjarto called "Fenrir", said: "It's just that I didn't expect that His Highness would bring one more person back..."
He put his mask back on with a click and said seriously: "This is not the place to talk. Let's go inside and talk."
Prince Szijjarto quickly took the two of them to his living room.
When Fenrir went to get "convincing information and evidence", he first explained why he appeared at the White Dove Opera House.
For this reason alone, it sounds a bit nonsense to Aleister.
"...You said that your job is to treat those blood servants on a daily basis?"
Aleister sneered: "You should know what the White Dove Opera House does, right? Your Highness? The designated doctor for a 'disposable girl' in an entertainment club is the prince of this country... Isn't this standard a bit too high?
Already?"
Although there is no similar club in Glass Island, there are many in other places in Avalon.
This kind of club really needs a healer who can keep secrets, endure unhygienic conditions and mental shock...and occasionally get involved in purely dark areas such as mutilation and organ trading. After all, treatment is needed in this kind of place.
Girls may suffer from gynecological diseases, limb mutilation, or mental disorder.
No matter how big the backstage of the White Dove Opera House was, it would be impossible to find Prince Szijjártó to do such a thing.
"This is not something the White Dove Opera House asked me to do, but something I did voluntarily."
Szijjarto said calmly: "Because my glasses are a treasure of Xing Antimony. They can see through many illusions...
"As I can see, your real appearance age... is much younger than you look now. I will dissuade you, and it is not entirely because of Mr. Fenrir's advice - in my opinion, you should not come to this kind of thing."
place."
Hearing this, Aleister looked at him in surprise.
Although it is only the outermost layer of my vest... this virtual image is a blessing from the twin mirror!
Aleister took out a small vanity mirror with great interest and replaced himself with the real "Aleister" in the mirror.
Seeing that the mature lady wearing glasses suddenly turned into an immature girl, Prince Szijjarto did not react at all.
"Say, boy," Aleister said with a smile, "you should know that I am the Son of the Moon, right? Then you should also know...the apparent age of the Son of the Moon has nothing to do with the real age, right?"
"I know," Szijjarto nodded slightly, "I'm not actually trying to stop you.
"——What I grieve is the girl reflected in my eyes. She is still so young...
"...Before she became you, she was still a minor, right?"
This prince, in his words, showed a hint of unconcealed hostility towards the Son of the Moon!