419 New Priestess
Why did Maipú yer return to the market district?
Could it be that Maipú yer genuinely cared for Susanna Mattise and sought retribution?
But even then, exposing the true killer and concealed secrets to the other core mbers of the Bliss Society seed like the most fitting way to exact revenge!
Without harnessing the collective might of the entire organization, he would inadvertently aid his adversary, Lumian, by relying solely on his own capabilities!
As Lumian observed Beatrice’s pallid countenance and vacant gaze, he tried to think from Maipú yer’s perspective and find a rationale for his actions.
Maipú yer, a Sequence 6 Recipient, harbors an insatiable hunger for recognition and a fervent desire to accomplish sothing noteworthy…
Despite facing rejection and isolation from the other core mbers of the Bliss Society, he does have a motive to make a substantial solo contribution and earn genuine recognition…
While revealing the existence of the Tree of Shadow to Beatrice and the others could be seen as a contribution, it doesn’t asure up to rectifying his past mistakes independently to appease the Mother Tree of Desire to the fullest extent. The latter would truly earn him recognition…
This peculiar competition might be perplexing to ordinary folks, but it isn’t unusual for a Recipient to engage in it…
The question now is: What does Maipú yer hope to achieve in his quest for recognition?
Is it revenge against ? Although a direct confrontation holds little hope for him, he could pose a significant threat if he conceals himself in the shadows and suddenly influences at a critical mont. After all, I lack a substitute ability, and my physical strength hasn’t undergone a qualitative change compared to ordinary people. He could eliminate with a revolver.
However, Maipú yer must have heard plenty about from Susanna Mattise. There is a good chance he knows about the angel sealed within my body. Isn’t he concerned that corruption might erupt after my demise, potentially dragging him down as well?
If he were to perish, how could he satisfy his yearning for recognition?
Or is it the re notion of taking a formidable foe with him to the grave that would leave the other mbers of the Bliss Society awestruck and filled with genuine remorse and admiration? Is his ultimate aim to climax in tears and be propelled towards his demise by desire?
Otherwise, does he aspire to make a sacrifice akin to Susanna Mattise’s? Yes, securing recognition from the Mother Tree of Desire is a higher-level and noble pursuit.
But the Tree of Shadow is severely damaged and won’t recover for a long ti. How can he even make such a sacrifice
Lumian struggled to decipher Maipú yer’s plan or intentions, vaguely grasping his motives.
Nonetheless, Lumian couldn’t suppress a surge of frustration and violence at the re thought of a pair of icy eyes lurking among the pedestrians, nearby tenants, dance hall custors, and peddlers. It was as though soone close to him had been replaced by Maipú yer without anyone’s awareness. He burned with anticipation to unmask the Actor.
The detrintal effects of the contracts, items, and brands on him continued to destabilize his emotions.
Franca, on the other hand, didn’t dwell on this. Although the Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell endured much longer than standard spirit channeling spells, it was not entirely boundless. There was still a ti limit, one asured in minutes. She was unwilling to squander this precious ti on analysis that could be postponed.
“Of all the mbers of the Bliss Society, who does Maipú yer have the closest relationship with?”
“He had the strongest bonds with the mbers in the market district, but they’re either deceased or captured.”
Genuinely ostracized… Franca’s hopes dimd, and she inquired further,
“Who in the Bliss Society is most likely to be privy to Maipú yer’s whereabouts and plans?”
Beatrice responded lifelessly, “No one, not even the new high priestess.”
Franca found herself at a dead end and changed her line of questioning.
“Who is this new high priestess?”
Beatrice’s eyes were piercingly vacant as she replied, “It’s Siber.”
“What’s her true identity?” Franca pressed.
Beatrice’s eyes on the mirror’s surface seed far more translucent than before.
“I don’t know. She joined us later. At that point, we had evolved beyond a simple lesbian organization. We started concealing our true identities.
“Siber might still be a theater actress.”
…
On the outer wall of Adaina’s apartnt, Browns Sauron clung there in silence, resembling a colossal black spider.
Through the curtains, she could only discern two shadows not far away. The voices were even fainter and more distant than before, but she could vaguely identify them as female.
Adaina and the imposter Theresa are still conversing? That doesn’t add up. At this proximity, with an Assassin’s acute hearing, I should be able to clearly hear them even through the sealed glass window and thick drapes… What’s happening inside? Browns Sauron’s anxiety and curiosity swelled as she attempted to extend invisible spider silk through the gap in the window.
…
Franca’s Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell had reached its limit, and she concluded it rationally. She watched as Beatrice Incourt’s image faded from the mirror’s surface.
She wasn’t overly disheartened because she already knew the crucial details about several core mbers of the Bliss Society and their weekly gatherings’ ti, venue, and thod.
But there is no need to personally track them. They are unaware of Ciel. Even if the Rose School of Thought locates them, they wouldn’t extract any valuable information… Franca cast a glance at Lumian, stowed away the mirror, and dispelled the wall of spirituality.
Amidst the howling wind, the two of them sensed a disturbance at the window and the presence of a figure that seed human.
The wall of spirituality had isolated their movents, reducing interference but also affecting their perception and surveillance of the surroundings.
Franca’s form abruptly vanished, and Lumian sidestepped, evading the window’s direct line of sight.
They didn’t rush to attack because they had a vague notion of who was outside.
Just as she was about to react, she spotted Franca Roland’s current disguised countenance.
Their gazes locked, and silence hung in the air for over ten seconds.
Finally, Browns snapped out of her trance and inquired with concern, “Where’s Adaina?”
“She’s unconscious.” Franca gestured towards the carpet near the window.
Browns scrutinized her female partner, then glanced at the motionless impostor Theresa, and queried once more, “Has it been dealt with?”
“It’s resolved,” Franca replied calmly.
The spirit channeling had already co to an end!
Browns’s gaze darted between Franca and Lumian, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. She inquired,
“When did you launch the attack?”
Before the curtains were fully drawn… Franca was about to respond, but she hesitated, realizing that revealing the timing of the attack might expose Ciel and her combat abilities. Instead, she quickly changed her response and smiled.
“Why don’t you take a guess?”
Browns Sauron recollected the faint movents she had sensed but found no overt signs of a battle.
This left her even more astonished.
Could this wild Demoness and her young partner be truly that formidable?
Are their richer experiences and varied gains truly that advantageous?
Consud by jealousy, Browns leaped into the room and shut the window.
She doesn’t seem concerned about being attacked by us at all… Is she inexperienced, or does she have great confidence in the Demoness’s various substitutes? Or is there sothing she’s relying on? Lumian observed with indifference, making no move.
Franca maintained her smile and said, “We’ve gathered so intel, including information on the current high priestess of the Bliss Society and a few core mbers.”
She began recounting the information she had acquired from Beatrice.
The more Browns listened, the more astonished she beca.
They managed to gather so much intel?
This should have taken a significant amount of ti!
When did they attack and how long did they take to finish the battle?
It couldn’t be that the imposter Theresa was ambushed the mont she entered the room and approached the window, could they?
Based on her observations, this mber of the Bliss Society appeared to be a Sequence 6 Recipient, on par with her and Franca Roland, even surpassing the suspected Sequence 7 Pyromaniac, Ciel Dubois!
Franca paid no heed to Browns’s reaction and continued, “I’m pleased to inform you that our problem is simpler than we thought, and it’s been resolved. Now, it’s your problem. Heh heh, Beatrice isn’t the only core mber of the Bliss Society with an interest in the Red House Café.”
She was subtly suggesting that the Demoness Sect should “take over” in eliminating the remaining mbers of the Bliss Society.
“Are you instigating ?” Browns asked sharply.
Franca replied with a smile, “No, just a reminder.”
While they continued their conversation, Lumian returned to Beatrice’s lifeless form, crouched down, and conducted a more thorough search.
This ti, he discovered banknotes and gold coins amounting to 1,500 verl d’or, along with a neatly folded note.
Lumian unfolded the note and read the Intisian written on it: “Go to the hostel and retrieve the painting within three days.”
Hostel… What hostel? What painting is this referring to? This seems like a deal made by the authentic art dealer, Theresa, but sohow, the receipt ended up in the hands of the impostor? Where is the real Theresa now… We forgot to inquire about this… Lumian pondered the implications as he held the note.
He stood up, prepared to question Browns Sauron about the real Theresa’s situation. Although Browns recognized that Franca was trying to instigate her, she couldn’t deny that Franca had a point.
Browns looked down at Adaina, attempting to rouse her.
At that mont, all three of them halted simultaneously and directed their attention toward Beatrice Incourt’s lifeless body.
The light over there seed to dim slightly, and the corpse underwent a subtle transformation.
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