The Red Saintess and the White Saintess invited others to move against Owen… If you hadn't mentioned it, I might've forgotten…
But the Owen currently active in Trier in his place was Daphne of the Secret Order, disguised as him—
and she was a Scholar of Yore, as well as the "good friend" of the Red Saintess, Margaret.
Since Daphne had not reported anything, it meant the Red Saintess and the White Saintess were still only gathering people…
Hmm… judging from the strength Owen had shown, Margaret and Katarina likely believed they needed to invite an angel to be safe…
Since the Black Saintess refused, would they now invite the "Yellow Saintess" who acted during the Sonia Island "Sea Monster Battle"?
Or perhaps an angel affiliated with another nation or organization?
After all, members of the Demoness Sect mingled widely…
As these thoughts stirred, Ebner nodded to show he understood and regretfully declined Princess Vera's invitation to stay. He "teleported" away from the West Borough.
He still had important things to do tonight—such as going into the deepest nightmare of Kabas Town in East Chester County to find Yarolan, so she could place another angel avatar into his "Unknown Land."
Although such a weak avatar wasn't important to the current Ebner, without it, Yarolan would be unable to borrow the power of the "Unknown" to suppress the hazards within her.
And he also needed to deliver the Red Saintess Margaret's blood to Cohinem.
—Margaret's surname was Constantine; she was one of Cohinem's descendants. Her blood was one of the materials the "Queen of Disasters" required to free herself.
And Kabas Town's nightmare form only appeared deep at night, so Ebner couldn't linger with Vera too long.
After Ebner's figure vanished, Princess Vera withdrew the mist shrouding the room. She then said coldly to a corner:
"Since you are already here, come out."
A moment after she spoke, a figure abruptly "sketched" itself out from that corner.
Long waterfall-like hair, fair skin, a black veil, tight black bodysuit—
It was the Black Saintess, Medea, whose soul Vera had bound with the "Three Great Rules."
Because the room had been shrouded in fog earlier, Medea did not know Ebner had come.
Of course, that same fog kept even the newly ascended Cognizer Ebner from detecting her.
"Your Highness!"
Medea knelt on one knee, holding a gem engraved with intricate patterns resembling a black eye, greeting.
"Did you discover anything?" Vera asked flatly.
"Please forgive me… I did not encounter anyone suspicious…" Medea answered with feigned fear.
Naturally, for an angel, most of that was acting.
Vera didn't care about the performance and simply said:
"Tomorrow, take a different direction. Continue using the 'Twisting Demon Eye' I gave you to search Backlund."
"Yes, Your Highness… I shall excuse myself."
This visit was only for routine report; Medea had no intention of lingering near this terrifying woman.
"Go."
Vera waved her hand gently, and Medea's figure was "erased" from reality.
Only then did Princess Vera turn to gaze out the window and murmur softly:
"I have a premonition…
The 'Wish-Granting Lamp' is somewhere in Backlund—
or someone in Backlund holds clues to it!
"The appearance of a Catastrophe Demoness always brings disaster. It forces anyone hiding something… to expose themselves.
"And the 'Twisting Demon Eye' is a sealed artifact formed from the Black Emperor pathway's Sequence 2, the 'Duke of Entropy.'
If the Lamp Spirit senses it, it may draw near…
And then 'disaster' will form naturally."
…
Monday, Intis, Toulon City.
Ebner strolled through the northwestern town and saw that the traces of the war from a week before had been nearly erased.
So he jokingly said to Fanny, who walked beside him:
"You've managed this place beautifully…
"No wonder they call you the 'Saintess of Toulon'!"
Fanny's cheeks reddened at the title, and she hurriedly said:
"Actually… Leon was the one who contributed most in killing the Blood Worship Cultists…
I hardly did anything."
Back then, when she charged into the encirclement, she had ridden Leon disguised as a white horse—
This "intimidated" both sides and let her easily kill the demon-family members who dared show themselves.
Had Leon revealed his true form, the level of "deification" around her would be far higher…
But too much was never good.
A trump card like Leon was best kept hidden.
"But when the film is made in the future, we can recreate the truth—
The Saintess of Toulon descending on a white lion…
The spectacle will be stunning.
"And Leon, as a rare white lion, will definitely sell well as figurines and plush toys."
As these thoughts flashed across his mind, Ebner and Fanny finished touring the barracks.
Then he finally brought up serious matters:
"The Blood Worship Cult's sacrificial events have erupted throughout the region.
Most failed, but a small minority succeeded…
"Fortunately, due to timely intervention by the Churches and our people's efforts, civilian casualties are nearly negligible—
but financial losses are enormous.
"And according to the Mechanical Heart squad's investigation, over ninety percent of the cases point toward the Prime Minister.
"He will likely be impeached this week.
When that happens, everyone will push him down, and the Delien family's past crimes will be dug up.
Their collapse is inevitable.
"But they will not surrender quietly.
Trier will become extremely dangerous.
You should not return for now…
"I've also informed Elaine to bring a team here to film, to promote your image as the 'Saintess of Toulon.'"
After several months of parliamentary experience, Fanny was no longer the politically naive girl she once was. She frowned:
"But if I don't return at this crucial moment, I won't be able to seize the greatest benefits…"
Ebner shook his head.
"You are still too inexperienced.
Even with high prestige, you cannot claim that position.
"The Church of Steam and the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun both intend to change the political structure and will field their own representatives.
You cannot compete.
"Better to step back, and use this as leverage to negotiate."
He paused, then looked toward the east with a faintly malicious smile:
"Besides… taking control of the nation now is not a good thing."
You'd likely end up blamed for the failure of the upcoming war.
Fanny didn't understand his meaning, but she trusted him and accepted his advice gladly.
…
3 PM, Above the Grey Fog.
Deep-red silhouettes rose from both sides of the bronze table, solidifying into blurred figures.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
"Justice" Audrey stood joyfully and saluted.
Today, she finally broke through the seventh floor of the Dream Labyrinth Tower!
The others stood to greet as well, receiving the ancient being's nod from the seat of honor.
As they sat, "Magician" Fors glanced at "Judgment" beside her, then at "Tower" across the table—
For some reason, she felt the Tarot Club's "mystical purity" had changed.
Ebner, Xio, Audrey, Emlyn, and myself…
More than half the Tarot Club members are people I know in real life…
Is my social circle too large? Or do my friends all conveniently match Mr. Fool's criteria?
Am I secretly a 'protagonist' or an important 'supporting character' in reality too?!
She shook her head to banish the absurd idea—
just as the "Hermit" spoke:
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I have two pages of Roselle's diary this time."
Ever since she connected with the Mystic Queen, the diary supply has become terrifyingly stable…
Klein nodded slightly, smiling:
"Very good."
After a short silence, Hermit Cattleya manifested two yellow-brown pages, which hopped through the air like spirit-world jumps into the Fool's hand.
Klein slowly lowered his gaze to read:
"December 29.
A new year is nearly here.
"All the mausoleums are complete.
There is no turning back now.
"If I fail this time…
I may truly have to wait for Liu Bo to save me in the future!"
(End of Chapter)
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