Chapter 1044: Placing Herself in the Tides

Backlund, St. George Borough, in a factory room filled with junk.

Light flashed in a mirror filled with obvious cracks. Its surface turned

dark and deep, as though it was connected to another world.

Suddenly, a white hand reached out from under the mirror, as though it

had penetrated through layers of aqueous waves.

A figure walked out from the shadows---she was none other than the sweet

and beautiful Demoness Trissy in a long black dress.

There was a rare paleness to her face, as though her face had lost all

its ruddiness. Her forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat.

With a smacking sound, the suitcase in Trissy's hand fell to the ground.

She could hardly suppress the horror in her eyes.

She then muttered to herself blankly, "His messenger is actually an

angel..."

At that moment, Trissy felt a chill run down her spine, as though a cold

wind had blown at her.

She had never expected how dangerous it would be to summon a messenger

previously. Thankfully, the woman holding the four heads in her hands

watched her silently for a while before she left without doing anything.

160 Boklund Street, inside Dwayne Dantes's mansion.

"Who's it from?" Klein asked with anticipation as he received the letter

from Miss Messenger.

The four heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hand spoke one after another:

"Vessel..." "Of..." "Dirtiness..." "Darkness..."

This nickname... Klein was taken aback when he heard that. For a moment,

he didn't immediately figure out who Miss Messenger was referring to.

In his mind, the people who knew how to summon his messenger quickly

flashed past, one by one, as he filtered through them.

In a few seconds, he had the corresponding guess.

Trissy!

From what Klein knew, this Demoness, who had been renamed to Trissy

Cheek, might very well be one of the mediums for the Primordial

Demoness's awakening or descent upon the world.

In such a situation, calling her a "vessel" wasn't wrong.

And people who knew enough about the mysterious world knew that the

Primordial Demoness was an evil goddess, one that was known as the

ultimate bringer of the apocalypse that would end everything. "She" had

the creation of the apocalypse and the destruction of everything as

"Her" mission. She also wielded authorities such as desires related to

feelings and emotions. It wasn't very apt to describe "Her" with

dirtiness and darkness, but it was understandable.

Similarly, dirtiness and darkness could also describe Trissy, who had

been corrupted by the evil goddess to a certain extent.

As expected of an angel. "She" actually dared to say that about the

Primordial Demoness... Klein secretly marveled as he opened the letter

and quickly read it.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled something. He hurriedly looked at

Miss Messenger and said, "What reaction did the sender have when she saw

you?"

"She..." "Was ..." "Very scared..." Reinette Tinekerr's three heads

spoke one after another without giving the last one a chance to speak as

its head was simply left agape.

Klein's expression turned slightly heavy as he deliberated and asked,

"Did you mark her?"

The head of Reinette Tinekerr, which failed to speak previously, rushed

to speak.

"No..."

The remaining three blonde, red-eyed heads added, "Because..." "She..."

"Had..."

"The aura..." "Of..." "Primordial..."

Klein fell silent for a few seconds before nodding.

"I understand."

After watching Miss Messenger step into the void and leave, he unfurled

the piece of paper and quickly read Trissy's letter.

She actually sought me out to deal with Saintess of White Katarina...

Isn't this exactly what I wanted to do? Klein's eyes shimmered a few

times as he immediately rummaged for a black sticky blob.

Right on the heels of that, he transformed into Gehrman Sparrow and

smeared the blob uniformly onto a tiny mirror in the room.

After patiently waiting for nearly ten minutes, the black sticky blob

vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind. Klein had failed to

contact Demoness Trissy.

As expected, Trissy, who has been corrupted by the Primordial Demoness

to a certain extent, managed to identify Miss Messenger's level and was

given a fright... She probably wouldn't communicate with Gehrman Sparrow

anytime soon... Sigh, if I had known Miss Messenger is a special angel,

I definitely wouldn't have let "Her" appear in front of Trissy, or I

would've informed "Her" that if a Demoness were to summon "Her," she can

bring both the person and letter over... Klein sighed silently and could

only blame it on his luck.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a series of illusory pleas.

In a dark alley in the Backlund Bridge area.

Xio hid Wintry Blade and entered the area, looking around warily.

"Not bad, you're getting more and more experienced."

A deep male voice sounded, and a figure walked out from the darkness

around the corner.

He stood tall, wearing a golden mask that revealed his eyes, nostrils,

mouth, and cheeks. It was none other than the MI9 member who had

contacted Xio before.

"Why did you contact me so urgently?" Xio asked.

The golden-masked man didn't make any small talk and directly asked,

"You still seem to be monitoring Viscount Stratford's surroundings. Have

you discovered anything unusual recently?"

Xio thought and said, "Yes.

"He had intimate contact with a girl of unknown origins. He made her

visit him at his residence late at night several times.

"I tried to track that woman down, but I failed both times.

"Also, Viscount Stratford suddenly went out in the middle of the night

two days ago. I don't know where he went because I didn't manage to

follow him."

The golden-masked man tersely acknowledged this as he went deeper into

the details. Xio answered according to the details she had seen back

then. She only concealed the fact that she had met Shermane in the

carriage and how she had followed Viscount Stratford all the way outside

the warehouse.

"Not bad. Your persistence was rewarding." The golden-masked man nodded

slightly. He didn't seem to doubt what Xio had said.

He sighed and said, "With this, your contributions to us will increase

significantly.

"To be frank, if this continues, you'll soon be able to accumulate the

contributions needed for the Sequence 6 potion. However, before that,

there will definitely be a strict examination. And with your background,

heh heh, it will fail the examination without a doubt. After all, I know

it very well.

"Actually, there's no need for you to seek the truth. I know that this

was the motivation for you to persist in continuing the mission

regarding Viscount Stratford, but my personal suggestion is to put the

matter aside.

"With your current Sequence and abilities, it's enough to let your

mother and brother lead a very good life. Don't worry, no one will cause

you trouble.

"And if you wish to continue persisting, I cannot guarantee what will

happen."

Although Xio had already expected such an explanation, she was helpless

in resisting her emotions and throbbing heart. She blurted out a

question:

"Who exactly are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary Mid-Sequence Beyonder," the golden-masked man said

with a smile. "You might not know that the post of 'captain of the royal

guards' has the corresponding authority in MI9. It's equivalent to a

deputy director that handles matters related to the royal family. Back

when your father was alive, I was his subordinate and had received his

help in various aspects. After his passing, I, who didn't commit any

wrongs or hide any matters, was removed from the core of MI9. See,

heh---I'm only responsible for informants on the outside like you."

Upon saying that, the golden-masked man sighed.

"Your father helped me a lot. So, after I recognized you, I deliberately

made you become an informant under me. With the extent of my power, I

provided you some help. I have a family of my own and my own life, so I

can't take excessive risks or do anything too dangerous for you.

"Let's do this, I'll help you get the potion formula for Judge.

Afterward, stop your contributions and your pursuit to advance your

Sequence. Do something that will improve your life. As for what you want

to do or plan to do in private, I don't know, nor do I want to know."

Xio fell into a daze. Her lips trembled as she said, "What kind of

person was my father?"

The golden-masked man sighed as he replied, "He was a really brave,

noble, and just aristocrat, but he wasn't that perfect. He was

impulsive, eager, prone to anger..."

Xio silently listened and had planned on asking further, but all she

said was a phrase:

"Thank you."

"Go back. After obtaining the Judge formula, I'll leave you a message to

meet me," the golden-masked man said with a wave.

After Xio completely disappeared from the alley's entrance, the

golden-masked man was just about to turn around when a slightly ethereal

voice sounded in his ears:

"She's lying.

"She had tailed Viscount Stratford to the scene back then. It's

something that can be confirmed."

The golden-masked man fell silent for a moment before saying to the

shadow beside him, "She might've only been worried that this would

arouse suspicion.

"How can she defeat Viscount Stratford at her Sequence? Besides, wasn't

it said that Viscount Stratford carried a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact?

"I believe that she likely didn't dare approach. Otherwise, she wouldn't

even be able to survive!"

The slightly ethereal voice replied, "No matter what, since there is a

doubt, we need to do further investigations. Don't inquire about it in

the future."

Outside the alley, Xio walked calmly along street lamps.

She deliberately didn't mention that she had followed Viscount

Stratford.

This wasn't to hide the truth, to clear herself of suspicion, or to not

invite trouble; in fact, that was contrary to her true motives.

Before the Tarot Club, her plan was to say that she had followed

Viscount Stratford to a particular warehouse in the dock area. Outside,

she was scared off by a terrifying hurricane. This was more convincing

and made it less prone to suspicion. However, after knowing that this

matter piqued The World Gehrman Sparrow's interest, she secretly changed

her mind and decided to use her explanation to garner suspicion.

She felt that if she wanted to investigate the king's secret at her

level, it might take another three to five years, or even longer.

Perhaps, there wouldn't be any hope forever. But with The World's help,

success was a possibility.

As such, she was willing to bear the risks and place herself right in

the middle of the tides.

And today, before meeting the golden-masked man from MI9, Xio had prayed

to Mr. Fool so that "He" could inform The World Gehrman Sparrow of her

thoughts.