Chapter 74: Different Treatment

Chapter 74: Different Treatment

Question? This strange wireless telegraph receiver is rather interesting… Danitz cleared his throat and said, “You may ask, but I may not answer.”

Heh, do you think I am the sort of adventurer or archaeologist who lets curiosity kill him? Danitz thought, both wary and smug.

The wireless telegraph receiver remained silent for several seconds before it once again produced tapping sounds. Illusory white paper emerged section by section, covered with words tinged slightly red:

“Are you secretly in love with your captain?”

… I am not! Do not talk nonsense! Who? Who told you that! Danitz’s face immediately flushed red.

The secret he had hidden deep in his heart for many years had suddenly been exposed, leaving him flustered, embarrassed, and ashamed. Instinctively, he was about to deny it.

At the same time, he was shocked and suspicious as to how an outsider could know this. He had never told anyone and had hidden the secret very well!

Danitz opened his mouth and forcibly squeezed out a smile.

“What a boring question. I refuse to answer!”

The wireless telegraph receiver tapped and spat out more white paper:

“Then let us change the question.

“If it were not true love, who could endure such dry and boring lessons for so long? Is this sentence right or wrong?”

“Wrong! It is because I am not strong enough and cannot beat her!” Danitz blurted out, his expression faintly twisted.

The tapping from the wireless telegraph receiver became increasingly brisk, and the words on the illusory white paper gradually multiplied:

“A lie.

“Let us change the question again.

“The type of woman you like is beautiful, powerful, mysterious, intellectual, and capable of stepping on you beneath her foot. Is that correct?”

…Danitz’s lips moved. He felt as though flames were rising inside his body and illusory black smoke was pouring out from the top of his head.

At that moment, his mind exploded. It was as if someone had stripped him naked and thrown him onto a bustling, lively street.

Instinctively, he looked around in panic, both searching for and avoiding any gaze that might fall upon him.

Then he saw that, at some unknown point, the bedroom door had opened. Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a white shirt that had not been tucked into his belt and a pair of looser black trousers, stood quietly there, no one knew how long he had been watching.

“When—when did you come out?” Danitz asked with a wooden expression and a stammer.

Tell me you just opened the door! he screamed and prayed inwardly.

Klein walked toward the spiritualized wireless telegraph receiver and answered calmly, “From the beginning.”

As a Seer, how could I possibly fail to notice strange movements outside? Even asleep, I still have spiritual intuition… Klein inwardly chuckled.

Danitz’s face instantly turned gray-white. He abruptly half turned and charged toward the wireless telegraph receiver, which seemed possessed by an evil spirit, attempting to tear apart the illusory white papers containing the three questions.

However, his hand passed through the words and grabbed nothing.

A crimson fireball once again condensed in his palm. He wanted to blow up this damned wireless telegraph receiver.

At that moment, Gehrman Sparrow swept him with a cold gaze that hid madness within it.

…Right. This is his property… Danitz stiffened where he stood and watched Gehrman Sparrow pass him, stopping before the abnormal wireless telegraph receiver.

Arrodes… How did it connect to this wireless telegraph receiver? It said it sensed a unique, familiar, and soon-to-vanish aura. Does that refer to the “aura” of the mysterious space above the gray fog?

This wireless telegraph receiver had been kept above the gray fog for several days. Although it did not mutate, it was stained with that aura. And because of its own function, it can temporarily receive messages from the spirit world. That allowed Arrodes, this magic mirror that seems to know many things, to…