Ikanser Bernard let out a sigh of relief as his expression shifted from grave to puzzled, and finally to relaxed, as if he had just escaped death.
A moment later, his hesitant right hand reached out toward the silver mirror Arrodes, stroked its surface three times, and activated the Sealed Artifact once more.
"Respected Arrodes, my next question is: what is the true purpose of that Desire Apostle?"
Ordinarily, after using this Sealed Artifact, he would either have already shamefully answered questions that made it hard for him to hold his head up in front of his colleagues, or he would have suffered a severe punishment. Rarely did he maintain physical and mental health when facing Arrodes's counter-questions.
Yet today, for some reason, although Arrodes's counter-question was somewhat sharp, it was not difficult to answer. Therefore, he decided to ask another question, using other clues to lock down the identity of the Desire Apostle as much as possible.
The surrounding environment dimmed once more. Rippling water-like light emerged on the surface of the silver mirror, then condensed into short, consecutive scenes.
Just like before, a figure wrapped entirely in black slime with only blue eyes revealed looked down from a high vantage point. Below them were policemen surrounding the corpse of a giant black dog;
In an archive with the lights turned off and only a faint sliver of light filtering in from outside the window, a stealthy figure rummaged through archives among dense bookshelves;
In a windowless attic, the Desire Apostle sat stiffly on a chair with eyes closed, while viscous black liquid continuously surged all over his body.
"That's the attic of my own house. He was hiding in such a close place all along!"
Isengard Stanton said with a hint of surprise. He raised his head, his