Chapter 101: Things to Note

Chapter 101: Things to Note

Inside the dim, mist-shrouded town, the woman who walked out from the alley seemed completely out of place against the whole environment. She was holy, dignified, unstained by the slightest dust, and her bright, radiant beauty made one’s eyes light up.

Yet her simple white robe and her loosely pinned-up hair added to her an air mingling restraint with languid ease.

That bright, holy woman also noticed the Wraith Senor. First, her expression froze. Then she smiled and said in a soft, pleasant voice, “Senor…

“When were you turned into a marionette? If not for you having been corroded into this state by the power of the night, I almost wouldn’t have recognized you.”

Outwardly, she seemed to be speaking to Senor. In truth, through the marionette, she was communicating with the controller behind the scenes.

Sigh. That deathly still, cold aura cannot be hidden at all. It can’t be concealed from higher-level Beyonders… I was thinking of hiding somewhere no one was paying attention and using Blood Admiral Senor to contact the other party, so I could ensure my own safety to the greatest possible degree… This place cuts off the power of the gray fog. If I truly die here, I most likely won’t be able to revive…

Klein shrank back inside the gray-white mill and made the marionette speak hoarsely.

“If you can get out, you will easily know that I began serving my master over a month ago.”

He answered using Blood Admiral’s tone and experience, as if Senor himself were still alive.

This was one of a Marionettist’s acting rules: each marionette must possess its own independent identity and setting.

At the same time, Klein had buried the key phrase “get out,” preparing to steer the subsequent conversation toward that topic.

In such an eerie, mysterious town, he had no thought of killing every Demoness on sight. Setting aside whether good Demonesses existed, and whether he had the strength to accomplish it, the mere fact that everyone was trapped here and urgently needed to exchange intelligence and find a way out was enough for him to temporarily choose peaceful coexistence.

The woman in the simple white robe laughed softly.

“Never forgetting to act at any moment. It seems you will digest the Marionettist potion very soon.

“A member of the Secret Order?”

She is very familiar with the Seer pathway… Mm, the Demoness Sect was an active secret organization in the Fourth Epoch. Even if they did not have close contact with Zaratul’s and Antigonus’s families, they would certainly know them fairly well. It is normal for her to understand the Seer pathway—assuming this lady truly does belong to the Demoness Sect…

Klein’s heart stirred. He deliberately asked in return, “Can there be no other possibility?”

He wanted to draw out the other party’s words and see which other organizations or individuals controlled the Seer pathway.

The bright, holy woman slowly walked forward, approaching Blood Admiral Senor while smiling.

“Which organization you belong to is not important. We have been exiled here, almost eternally imprisoned. The past is no longer important. What matters is the future—whether we can cooperate, and whether we can find a way to leave this place.”

Failed to bait her…

Klein had the Wraith respond, “That is exactly what I think.

“How should I address you?”

As that lady drew closer and closer to Senor, Klein, through his marionette’s sense of smell, could detect her fresh, delicate fragrance. And because of her words, he inexplicably imagined a scene of the two of them helping each other in such a desperate situation, casting aside worldly morals, and using their bodies to warm each other’s souls.

She really does seem like a Demoness… Huh. The longer I listen, the more familiar her voice feels, but no matter what, I cannot recall it. Unfortunately, in this situation, I cannot use dream divination as support. That would allow her to seize the instant when my mind wanders, and it would be…