Chapter 38: Brazen

Chapter 38: Brazen

Summon a messenger… As Judgment of the Tarot Club and a member of MI9, Xio understood what a messenger referred to and knew that messengers were widely used by mid-ranking members of the Numinous Episcopate.

Before she could ask more about the details, she saw Forsi stagger toward the guest room on the first floor with a hollow gaze and weak legs, her voice floating somewhat as she said, “Let me sleep for a while first. We’ll talk about everything else later.”

She slept all the way until the next morning, awakened from deep dreams by the spreading aroma of meat.

“Disi pie?” Forsi rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room, seeing that food had already been arranged on the table.

“Yes.” Xio came out of the washroom. “From the shop on the corner. It’s pretty good.”

Forsi made a few vague sounds of agreement and had already sat at the dining table, swiftly picking up a Disi pie and stuffing it into her mouth.

After finishing one and taking a sip of sweet iced tea, she sighed in satisfaction.

“This is life.

“Oh no. I forgot to brush my teeth…”

Once she busied herself with washing up and finished, she finally recovered her ability to think. She looked at Xio in confusion and asked, “MI9 didn’t suspect anything after you quietly became a Judge?”

“They think it was the payment given by the force that instructed me back then,” Xio said, repeating the information she had gathered.

Forsi smoothed her hair back and revealed a smile.

“That works too. Let them go ask the Church of Evernight.”

She then covered her mouth and yawned.

“I’m going to summon that one’s messenger.”

After this period of Recording, her verbal address for a certain person had evolved from Gehrman Sparrow and Mr. World into “that one.”

On one hand, it expressed respect. On the other, she feared eavesdroppers.

Hearing her friend’s words, Xio looked around and asked in slight confusion, “Aren’t you arranging a ritual?”

She remembered that summoning a messenger required a ritual.

“That is only one method. That one told me to use another,” Forsi said, glancing at her clothes and discovering that she had fallen asleep last night without changing. They were now wrinkled.

Thinking that she was about to meet a messenger, she decided to pay some attention to her appearance. She hurried back to the second-floor bedroom and changed into a beige, ruffled, high-collared dress.

After preparing herself, she raised her right hand in front of Xio and grabbed forward, as though trying to pluck something from the air.

In her eyes, an illusory book instantly condensed into form, flipping rapidly until it stopped at one page.

The next second, her arm sank, and she dragged a figure out from the void.

It was Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a half top hat of silk and a black wool coat, his features cold and rigid, his bearing tough, and his expression slightly dull.

It succeeded? This is only my second attempt… I only tried once yesterday, and I failed then… Forsi’s eyes abruptly widened, as though trying to hold more light and see everything more clearly.

She knew the one she had summoned was an image from the gaps of history, so at this moment, she was not too nervous. Xio, by contrast, instinctively held her breath and looked warily at Gehrman Sparrow’s projection, unable to tell whether he was real or false.

She had a deep memory of this crazy adventurer’s achievements.

Forsi actually summoned Gehrman Sparrow? Wasn’t she supposed to summon his messenger? Gehrman Sparrow can descend as a summoned object? One question after another surfaced in Xio’s mind.

Just as Forsi did not know what the next step should be, that Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes shifted slightly, and his gaze instantly became lively. Gone was the earlier dull, rigid sluggishness, giving the sense that he had come alive.

Immediately afterward, he took out an exquisite silver-white harmonica, brought it to his lips, and blew.

No sound spread, but the surroundings instantly turned rather…