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Early in the morning, Fors dragged Xio out to buy a lot of food and medicine, as well as some strange materials, as if preparing to flee from a disaster.
It wasn't until the afternoon that they finally had all the items ready, which filled nearly half the living room of their rented house.
"Fors, can you tell me what's going on now? Even if we're running away or hiding somewhere for a while, we don't need to buy so much, do we?"
Xio asked seriously, standing in front of Fors, who was slumped in a chair.
Unfortunately, her height of just over one and a half meters, and her delicate, soft, slightly immature features, gave her no deterrent power, making her look somewhat cute instead.
I really want to pinch Xio's slightly baby-fat cheeks, but my arms are too sore; I don't want to lift them at all.
Fors muttered a few words to herself, then picked up the teacup beside her and gulped down a large amount of pre-brewed black tea before she had the energy to answer Xio's question:
"I'm finally alive again. Anyway, it can be reimbursed, so it's always good to prepare more things."
"Alright, Xio, what I'm about to tell you is very serious. Although it sounds a bit absurd, you must believe me, okay?"
"Alright, hurry up and tell me. How can I believe you if you don't?" Xio pressed seriously.
"I got some news from a gathering that a major disaster is about to happen in Backlund, a disaster that will sweep across the entire City."
"What gathering? I should know about any gatherings you attend."
Xio frowned slightly, her tone anxious as she pressed for details.
She was a little worried that her good friend might have been deceived or incited by someone.
Fors waved her hand and said:
"Don't be so quick to interrupt; let me finish first."
"This is a hidden gathering I recently joined. I've already verified this information with Mr. Tines. He even told me that the disaster is happening today."
"For this, he also entrusted me with a task: to secretly comfort the injured people after the disaster and provide them with some treatment. He has already paid me the reward in advance, 200 pounds, and promised to protect us from being affected by this disaster."
Xio looked at the somewhat gloomy weather outside the window, which is common in Backlund and not something to worry about.
Other than that, she saw no signs of an impending disaster, yet her good friend was speaking so seriously, and had dragged her out early in the morning to buy so many things in preparation.
"Are you really not being tricked?" Xio still said, unconvinced.
"You just need to stay at home with me and not go out today. If there's danger, we can avoid it; if not, even better, right?"
Fors didn't care whether Xio believed her or not; as long as she kept her friend indoors, that was enough.
"I still have a commission today—"
"No!" Fors sternly denied Xio's words.
Empress Borough, outside Red Rose Manor.
Klein sat in a carriage, slowly moving away from the luxurious manor.
Just now, he had submitted the investigation report on Talim's death to Prince Edessak, and through a performance, he made the prince believe that he was helpless in investigating the matter.
At the same time, he told the prince of his intention to go south for a vacation to relax, and with his previous performance, this suggestion did not arouse the prince's suspicion.
Klein leaned back in the carriage, calmly contemplating his subsequent plans.
His spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and a figure quickly outlined itself in the seat opposite him.
It was a beautiful woman wearing a heavy black dress and a sapphire ring on her hand.
"Trissy!" Klein was only slightly startled before he recognized her.
Trissy, sitting opposite him, was not surprised but delighted, even showing a sweet smile as she said:
"I knew you'd recognize me!"
"A detective with Beyonder abilities would certainly pay special attention to various wanted posters!"
Her reaction made Klein somewhat puzzled. He frowned slightly and cautiously asked:
"What do you want to do?"
Trissy pursed her lips and smiled, saying:
"It's simple. You should report me to the Nighthawks, Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind as soon as possible! Let them come here and catch me!"
Reporting herself to the police to be arrested? This woman, uh, has she been a Demoness for too long and gone mad? Or is there something she fears more than being locked behind the Chanis Gate?
Thinking of this, Klein's mood gradually grew heavy. He controlled his expression and asked in a deep voice:
"What are you afraid of?"
The next moment, a pale yellow paper figure fell from the Spirit World, with a lifelike eye drawn on it.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen~"
Leyton's voice came from the paper figure.
"Are you provoking me? Then you've succeeded."
Trissy's face instantly darkened, her voice low, hoarse, and filled with anger.
"Al?" Klein looked at the floating little paper figure with a hint of confusion.
"Let me remind you, call for help as soon as possible, or it will be messy when the meteor shower falls later."
"Call for help? Meteor shower?" Klein was even more confused.
However, at the same time, he quickly filtered through potential people he could ask for help from in his mind. The fact that the other party deliberately came to remind him indicated that the danger he was about to face was extraordinary.
The True Creator's descent has begun! Klein looked at the little paper figure in front of him, making a guess in his heart.
"Miss Trissy Cheek, I wonder if you heard me clearly last time. The Hunter Pathway, which is adjacent to the Demoness Pathway, will forcibly transform females into males when advancing to Sequence 4."
Leyton's voice came from the little paper figure again, but this time it was directed at Trissy.
"Hunter? It was you last time!"
Trissy's voice held surprise, confusion, and a hint of hope.
Trissy Cheek. Cheek Cheek! Klein, who was originally thinking about whom to ask for help, instantly felt his scalp tingle. His entire body stiffened, as if he had been turned into a marble statue.
The words of the Great Emperor from the Roselle diary he had seen last time repeatedly surfaced in his mind:
"I obtained an ancient text that actually mentioned the name of the 'Primordial Demoness'. Her name is, Cheek."
Cheek. Cold sweat broke out on Klein's back. He looked at the little paper figure floating in the air, seeking help.
Trissy narrowed her eyes, her mood suddenly seeming very pleasant. Klein felt that her charm had grown stronger. She tilted her head slightly, avoiding direct eye contact.
Trissy noticed Klein's gaze shift and chuckled softly with a hint of triumph:
"I will try to escape and draw away the main pursuit force. Although the remaining forces are still strong, they are no longer impossible to deal with."
"Moreover, you even know such an unfathomable Beyonder."
"I believe you will definitely be able to escape!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared rapidly, entering an invisible state.
Bang! The carriage door suddenly opened, then slammed shut.
After Trissy left, Klein's gaze fell on the little paper figure floating in mid-air.
Leyton's voice followed:
"The ritual for the True Creator's descent is about to begin. I can't leave, so you'd better find someone to save you quickly. Once Trissy is captured and brought back, Ince Zangwill, who controls 0-08, will have the energy to deal with you."
"..." Klein was silent for a moment, then he snapped his fingers.
At the edge of the road, a small flame suddenly erupted from a dry branch and rapidly grew taller.
Klein's figure emerged from it and walked out. He turned to look, but the pale yellow little paper figure did not follow his movements; it seemed to have remained inside the carriage.
Klein didn't wait but kept snapping his fingers, rapidly flashing deeper into the woods.
It's a good thing I already knew that visiting Red Rose Manor might lead to an accident, so I made preparations in advance.
Sighing inwardly, Klein took out the copper whistle hanging around his neck from inside his clothes, put it to his mouth, and blew.
Silently, through his Spirit Vision, he saw white bones gushing out from the ground like a fountain. The bones quickly gathered and combined, forming a giant White Bone Messenger nearly four meters tall.
Klein took out the paper and pen he carried with him and quickly wrote a word:
"Help!"
Facing the threat likely from 0-08, and with Al unable to extricate himself, Mr. Azik was the best choice.
He then quickly chanted the The Fool's honorific name, prayed to himself, and recounted the matter concerning Trissy.
Then he walked four steps counterclockwise into Gray Fog, throwing this image of his own prayer into the crimson star symbolizing Miss Justice. Finally, in the identity of the The Fool, he added a sentence:
"Heh! Cheek... This is the True Name of the Primordial Demoness!"
Having done all this, he immediately returned to reality, preparing to escape.
As soon as he took a step, his vision suddenly brightened. He instinctively looked up and saw several burning meteorites descending from the sky, crashing into the forest with an unstoppable momentum.
"There really is a meteor shower! ...Was Trissy caught so quickly?"
As soon as the thought formed in his mind, Klein began his desperate escape.
Within a hidden underground structure, a spacious hall with an altar in the center.
On the other side of this hall, there was a hidden space where Leyton and Bernadette were staying, quietly observing everything happening outside.
Mr. A, wearing a hooded robe, and a lady with a bright complexion wearing a pure white, simple robe, stood together in front of an altar.
Mr. A's tone was somewhat urgent as he urged the lady standing beside him:
"Hurry up and act! I'm already impatient to summon my Lord to descend upon the world!"
The lady standing beside him showed a very alluring smile, reaching out and sliding her hand across his robe, saying:
"So eager? Actually, we could still have a more in-depth understanding."
"My patience is limited." Mr. A pulled his robe aside, his voice heavy and admonishing.
"Heh, what an unromantic lunatic."
The lady with the bright complexion looked slightly unwilling. She hadn't expected to be rebuffed by Mr. A several times in a row. This Shepherd of the Aurora Order seemed to have no normal desires and was completely unattracted by her.
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