Chapter 88: Speculation

Chapter 88: Speculation

After dealing with the spoils from this operation and bestowing the purified Witch King Beyonder characteristic to Emlyn White, Klein did not rush to leave Sefirah Castle. He briefly reviewed today’s battle.

His focus was on the various displays from Abomination Suah, using them to evaluate just how powerful an angel truly was.

If we met head-on, and He held nothing back, I might not even get the chance to summon one angel projection—unless I succeeded on the first try… Of course, my target, the Dark Demonic Wolf, is a Sequence 2 Miracle Invoker, while Abomination Suah is already Sequence 1. The gap between the two should still be considerable… However, the Dark Demonic Wolf and I both belong to the Seer pathway. As the lower-Sequence one, I would be comprehensively suppressed… I can only be thankful that He has not completed the ritual and advanced to Sequence 1. Otherwise, I would not see even the slightest hope of winning… Sequence 1… As thoughts raced through his mind, Klein’s pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly sat up straight.

Inspired, he had thought of a possibility:

Could the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar have already advanced and become a Sequence 1 Attendant of Mysteries? Could His creation of a marionette city have merely been a misdirection aimed at possible pursuers, such as the Angel of Time, Amon?

That possibility cannot be ruled out… Mm. There is another possibility as well: the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar may have fully grasped that piece of curtain and gained quasi-Sequence 1 strength… The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt the upcoming operation might be more dangerous than he had originally imagined.

The fact that the Dark Demonic Wolf had survived for so many years in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and that even Amon, the God of Deceit, had failed to successfully capture Him, proved that whether in terms of power or intelligence, He had reached an extremely high level!

I need to make even more preparations for the hunting plan against Him… Klein frowned faintly and slowly exhaled.

…

Backlund, West Borough, inside the Odora family villa.

Emlyn sat on the leather sofa in the reception room, crossing his right leg over his left thigh as he patiently waited for Baron Casimi to arrive.

Before long, the Sanguine baron who resembled a middle-aged gentleman entered the reception room. He glanced at Emlyn and said, “Viscount White, why visit so late at night?”

Emlyn smiled.

“Isn’t this exactly the beginning of the day? Look—the red moon outside the window is so beautiful.”

Casimi very much wanted to retort to this young Sanguine that, during his time at Harvest Church, Emlyn had always maintained the “healthy schedule” of getting up at seven in the morning and going to bed before eleven at night. But after hesitating, he suppressed the impulse and instead asked, “What exactly is your business?”

Emlyn raised a hand, patted his formalwear, adjusted his bow tie, and slowly stood. Lifting his chin slightly, he said, “Tell Lord Nibbs that he may prepare an Earl investiture ritual.”

“…” Casimi instinctively asked, “What are you talking about?”

No sooner had he spoken than he suddenly came to his senses and connected it to Emlyn’s previous application.

“You—you obtained the Earl, no, the Witch King Beyonder characteristic?”

Emlyn savored the various feelings of this moment. Smiling, he replied, “Did you think I borrowed Pure White Sight as a joke?”

As he spoke, he took out the bronze box inlaid with many rubies and opened it, displaying the eyeball-like glass orb inside to show that he had not lost it and would be returning it.

Casimi’s eyes flickered several times.

“The Rose School of Thought’s temperance faction still has such strength?

“Then why would they cooperate with you?”

The upper ranks of Backlund’s Sanguine—that is, Casimi’s grandfather, Marquis Nibbs Odora—had not been especially optimistic about Emlyn’s previous application. He had intended to wait…