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Leyton felt as if the Angel of Concealment before him had glanced at him, though Her dazed expression made it not very obvious.
With a slight hesitation, he put on a decent smile and said, "Good afternoon, Lady."
The beautiful, dazed woman responded with a slight nod, then turned Her gaze to the Demoness opposite Her.
An Angel! Lady Despair's pupils contracted slightly; to silently eliminate all of the previous attacks, it must be an Angel.
Her eyes narrowed, and layers of black flames suddenly erupted around her body, while she began to create mystical viruses and bacteria, spreading disease and plague.
This mysterious Angel was most likely sent by the Church of the Evernight Goddess to handle the incident. Only by spreading disaster widely and diverting the other party's attention could she have a chance to escape.
The anticipated fires and plagues did not appear; they had been silently eliminated.
At that moment, her body trembled strangely, as if she had encountered something terrifying, and she froze in place.
She watched her left hand disappear centimeter by centimeter, rapidly spreading upwards, unstoppable.
My Demoness characteristic! My lovely dolls and figures! Leyton sighed inwardly, then pulled out a pale yellow paper figure and quickly flicked it out.
It expanded in mid-air into a figure identical to Leyton, but with cold, emotionless eyes.
He half-raised his right hand, quickly conjuring an ancient-looking spear, from tip to hilt, burning with clusters and specks of bloody dark red.
Under Lady Despair's horrified gaze, the spear pierced directly through her chest, crushing the flesh and her vibrant heart.
Her eyes were filled with terror and despair; her life rapidly withered, her expression forever frozen at that moment.
This was one of the more powerful attacks Leyton had mastered through Mystical Reenactment – the "Spear of Longinus."
Leyton turned to the Angel of Concealment beside him and asked with a slight inquiry in his voice, "May I take this Demoness of Despair Characteristic?"
The gentle, beautiful, and dazed Angel of Concealment looked back at Leyton, offering no words or movements. Her pupils were deep and dark, as if holding a pure, lightless abyss.
"Cough, if not, then pretend I said nothing."
Leyton waved his hand somewhat awkwardly, directly following his heart's desire. Losing one Demoness, there would be others; there was no need to provoke this expert.
"Follow me," an ethereal, pleasant female voice, as if bringing inner calm and peace, resonated in Leyton's mind.
He looked at the Angel of Concealment before him in astonishment. She didn't seem to have spoken, but why did he subconsciously believe the voice was Hers?
Under Leyton's gaze, She nodded almost imperceptibly, Her lips moving with a barely noticeable curve.
"Alright, where are we going?" Leyton immediately nodded, stepping two paces closer.
The dazed Angel of Concealment pulled the hood of Her classical robe, and Leyton felt the surroundings suddenly quiet down. He seemed to have left the noisy, chaotic street, moving forward in a Concealment world.
On an electric tram on the outskirts of Empress Borough.
Trissy and Klein sat opposite each other awkwardly. The two seemed to have just had a brief exchange and neither wanted to speak for the moment.
Trissy did not head straight for the Tussock River to escape downstream, or to the nearest railway to climb a train, as others might have expected.
She chose to return to Backlund, passing by those who were chasing her.
After leaving the ritual hall where he summoned the True Creator, Klein rushed out of the ruins and found himself in the mountains, surrounded by towering peaks, making the area exceptionally hidden.
He merely glanced around, then ran wildly without hesitation. Behind him was the battlefield of the True Creator's avatar and two Angels; he just needed to run as far as possible.
He didn't even take the mountain path, but instead, relying on the agility granted by the potion, he went directly down the slope, sometimes rolling, sometimes swinging with the help of trees.
After running a considerable distance, he encountered the Demoness Trissy, who had returned to Backlund. The two looked at each other.
Perhaps it was the successful escape from the control of the Demoness Sect and the Royal Family that put her in a good mood. Trissy invited the unlucky Detective she had chosen to board the carriage and return to Backlund together.
Only in this populous metropolis, where various hidden forces and many Beyonders are mixed, can I evade the Demoness Sect's subsequent tracking!
Thinking this, she subtly glanced at Klein. Moreover, that terrifying old butler, Funkel, could appear at any time. Taking along this Detective, who is also a Beyonder, might buy her some time at a crucial moment.
Klein seemed to sense something, looking at the Demoness opposite him, and said in a voice so calm it was almost cold, "What are you thinking about?"
Trissy heard this and looked at the Detective sitting opposite her, smiling alluringly, "Heh, Detective, it's safe now, and there are only the two of us here. Do you need me to pay you?"
"I don't mind letting you experience true pleasure."
"No need." Klein refused concisely.
Trissy was about to tease the Detective further when, suddenly, her head spun.
When her vision returned to normal, she found that she had unknowingly left the public carriage and was standing by the muddy roadside in the suburbs, opposite the Detective, whose expression had shifted from confusion to shock and vigilance.
Trissy's pupils contracted rapidly as she vigilantly scanned her surroundings.
Then, she saw a figure cloaked in a classical robe with a hood, and beside Her was a young man in a brown trench coat with gold-rimmed glasses.
For some reason, Trissy felt as if she had returned to infancy, so weak that she had no power to resist whatsoever.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her legs trembled violently, but her entire body was unable to move.
So terrifying... She is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen. Even the previous Lady Despair never gave me a similar feeling... Am I going to die here? How ridiculous, I was just celebrating that I had escaped control...!
A deep sense of despair and an uncontrollable feeling of sorrow overwhelmed Trissy's mind, as if she was about to fall into the deepest nightmare.
The intense psychological fluctuations made her not even notice that the vigilant expression on the face of the Detective beside her had relaxed.
"Good afternoon, both of you... Won't you say hello?"
Leyton said this to Klein, even winking at him as a signal.
Say hello? What does that mean? Do I need to pretend to be very familiar with them...? It can't be that I should make friends with this terrifying presence, can it?
Klein looked at the beautiful but expressionless face, the dark and deep black eyes, yet lacking spirituality, his heart uncontrollably pounding wildly.
Various thoughts churned in Klein's mind for a second or two, then he collected himself. He took off his semi-tall silk top hat, held it horizontally across his chest, and bowed slightly, saying, "Good afternoon, Lady~"
When he straightened up, he saw the beautiful but utterly dazed and expressionless woman's lips slowly stretch, curving upwards, revealing a smile.
A smile?... Smiling at me?... Klein was stunned. He couldn't understand why this powerful being, whether a Saint or an Angel, would smile at him.
The next moment, Leyton and the beautiful but expressionless woman vanished together.
Klein and Trissy both felt a sense of relief, especially Trissy; she had almost thought she was doomed just now...
"They're gone."
"Even from those high-ranking Demonesses, I have never felt such terrifying pressure. She might even be 'She'..."
Trissy didn't know if she was talking to herself or to the Detective beside her.
Everything just now felt like the most real hallucination, but when she lowered her head, she was startled to find that the sapphire ring on her left pinky finger had shattered into pieces at some unknown time, losing all its color.
Snap, snap, snap, the ring and gem fragments fell one after another.
Klein, standing by, watched this scene, his eyes narrowing slightly. Was that terrifying existence's target this ring, suspected to be a Sealed Artifact Grade 0? Perhaps this ring was not as simple as it appeared, especially since this Demoness had changed her name to Cheek.
In the desolate fields outside the city, Funkel, the old butler by Prince Edessak's side, was fleeing rapidly.
The hat he wore was long gone, his meticulously groomed graying hair was disheveled, and his clothes were covered in mud.
Hoo~ He paused slightly, panting, and looked back, finding no one there. Only then did he feel a little relieved.
When he turned his head, preparing to change direction and continue fleeing, he found two figures had appeared before him at some unknown time.
A woman wearing a hooded classical robe, with a dazed and expressionless face, and a young man following her, wearing a brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses.
"The Royal Family is starting to purge you, preparing to cut ties? Or is the Church of the Lord of Storms acting?"
Leyton looked at the old butler Funkel before him and mused aloud.
Funkel's pupils contracted. He immediately opened his mouth, trying to utter an ancient hermes word, but was startled to find that his lips and the sound he made had already disappeared. His expression instantly showed several degrees of despair.
"Has the Conqueror Characteristic promised by the Royal Family to the Demoness Sect been handed over?"
Leyton asked another question.
Funkel nodded frantically. If he could speak, he would now meticulously recount everything he knew.
Unfortunately, this could not change his fate. He was like a pencil drawing on paper, being erased little by little by an eraser, leaving no trace.
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