Chapter 139: Trustee

Chapter 139: Trustee

What happened?

The sudden turn of events left Hazel, who lacked experience, momentarily at a loss as to how to respond. She stood frozen for several seconds before pushing open the door and rushing inside.

When she reached the charred black rat, the self-proclaimed demigod had already flipped himself upright. In a calm tone, he said, “You forgot to close the door.”

“Ah…” Hazel first looked blank. Only then did she realize that, in her haste to understand the situation, she had failed to casually close the door as usual and prevent the maids from peeking inside.

Seeing that the rat did not appear to have suffered any major harm, Hazel pressed her lips together, turned around, and walked back to the door.

During this process, she did not forget to glance at the full-length mirror. She saw that everything there was normal. There was no problem at all. It clearly reflected the scene inside the room—no more, no less.

Amid a click, Hazel took the initiative to ask, “Teacher, what exactly happened just now?”

The rat, whose fur had been scorched black, stood sideways to her, gazing out the window as he said, “In the world of mysticism, any place involving supernatural powers is filled with danger. One must never be careless.

“Just now, I attempted to use the mirror to perform a divination. As a result, I drew the gaze of an unknown existence. After an intense clash, I finally resolved the problem and prevented the danger from spreading to the entire street.”

The rat’s words were fluent, without the slightest stammer or interruption. It seemed as though being struck by lightning just now was only a trivial matter.

So that’s what happened… Why did you never warn me about this before…

Hazel could not help frowning. Vaguely, she smelled the mixed odor of burnt fur and decomposed grease lingering in the air.

Without waiting for her to respond, the rat turned toward the balcony, almost showing her his back.

“My body’s condition has developed certain problems because of this. It is no longer suitable for me to remain here. Otherwise, it will be very easy for the Evernight Church to discover me.

“Mm. Find an opportunity to send me to your family’s manor in the suburbs.”

Looking at the rat’s charred fur and smelling that roasted-meat-like scent, Hazel remained silent for several seconds. She suppressed her doubts and nodded.

“Alright.”

…

160 Böklund Street.

Sitting in the easy chair, Klein saw watery ripples appear once more across the surface of the full-length mirror, silver lights leaping upward one after another.

Silver words formed in succession, composing a sentence:

“Great Master, Your tiny servant Arrodes has followed Your instruction and warned that demigod of the Marauder pathway, giving her a small punishment as well.”

Her?

Klein was still chewing over the personal pronoun Arrodes had used when light rippled across the mirror and reflected a scene:

A fierce silver-white bolt of lightning descended. The gray rat convulsed and collapsed.

This is… far too weak, isn’t it?

Klein suddenly realized that this demigod’s condition might be even worse than he had imagined.

“Are You satisfied with how I handled it?” Silver lines rapidly squirmed and changed into a question.

“Not bad.” Klein nodded gently.

Considering that demigod’s condition, he paused for a second and asked tentatively, “Why did you not directly kill her?”

Arrodes outlined one silver word after another on the surface of the mirror:

“If one cannot ensure that a demigod-level target can truly be killed, it is best not to push them into a dead end.

“Once they stop suppressing themselves and completely give up on self-control, they will mutate into an incomplete, irrational mythical creature.

“Many times, when they are in poor condition and cannot display their power, it is because they are resisting the tendency to lose control.

“I—I am not here in my main body. I could only give a small punishment.”

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