Curse of the Evil God

Inside a slightly gloomy house in Backlund, Hillston District.

Isengard Stanton finished his day's work and went to the fireplace. The renowned Detective, his hair now gray, slowly settled into the rocking chair, letting out a comfortable sigh.

October in Backlund was cold and damp, which was quite unbearable for someone his age. Fortunately, he had a warm fireplace to keep the chill at bay. By the light of the fireplace, he filled his beloved pipe with tobacco, preparing to enjoy a few minutes of peace.

"Buzz!"

Just as Isengard was about to relax, the space in the living room suddenly Distortion, a blurry, illusory door appeared abruptly, and two figures tumbled out from it!

"Who!"

With an agility beyond what one would expect from a middle-aged man, Isengard leaped into the air. He swiftly drew his Revolver, his other hand reaching into his vest pocket, seemingly grasping something inside. The entire sequence of movements was rapid and powerful, in no way inferior to that of a well-trained Pugilist.

Only after he was fully prepared for battle did he have time to check on the uninvited guests who had barged into his home.

"Is it you?"

When Isengard saw the two people's faces clearly, he was taken aback.

It turned out that the two women were his previous customers, Miss Fors Woll and Miss Xio Derecha. At this moment, the two ladies looked somewhat ferocious, as if they had just escaped a chase. Hugh, in particular, had a gruesome wound covering her shoulder.

His eyes were closed; he had fallen into a coma.

The wound was horrific; it wasn't just a simple injury. New Life granulation tissue was sprouting from the exposed Flesh. As the Flesh writhed and distorted, it exuded an extremely malevolent, Curse aura. This aura affected the unconscious Hugh, turning her face ashen, as if she were consumed by pain and madness, on the verge of losing control.

"Detective Isengard!"

Fors, her frail body straining to support Hugh, knelt on the ground. Her brown curly hair was disheveled, and she looked frantic and helpless. When she saw that the other person was someone she knew, her eyes lit up with hope. "Please help me!"

With the help of Isengard's young assistant, the unconscious Hugh was carried to the bed. The wound on her shoulder spread rapidly in a short time, the Flesh throbbing and constantly draining Hugh's life force, as if trying to devour her from the inside out.

At that moment, Isengard, whose temples were gray, reached into his vest pocket and took out a beautifully crafted ring.

The ring was set with countless tiny diamonds, constantly refracting glimmers of the Star. These diamonds surrounded a central emerald green gemstone, perfectly round and with a faint shape resembling an eye. Fors only glanced at it before feeling a headache coming on and finding it difficult to look directly at it.

Isengard solemnly placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, then closed his eyes.

"Brush!"

The emerald green ring quickly turned golden and radiated a dazzling light, as warm and pure as sunlight, filling the entire room. The previously rampant, deformed Flesh and blood appeared somewhat timid under the light.

"Expel them!"

Golden light gathered on the ring, becoming increasingly pure and powerful. Isengard pointed to Hugh's wound with the hand wearing the ring, solemnly declaring...

"Sizzle!"

The light shone down and landed on Xiu's wound. The distorted, writhing Flesh quickly receded, turning into ashes like cotton being ignited by flames. Xiu's complexion gradually improved.

However, deep within that Flesh, the black aura of the Curse still existed, locked tightly within the body no matter how much light shone upon it, impossible to remove. When Isengard stopped, the Curse became active again, beginning to affect the Flesh at the wound site. If this continued, it was likely that new mutations would appear again after some time.

Isengard quickly removed the ring, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Um"

When he saw the Flesh begin to mutate again, he frowned and turned to look at Fors.

"The aura of the True Creator... So, the Lanevus you're investigating really is possessed by an evil god?"

Hugh and Fors had given Lanevus information on Isengard so that the Detective could analyze the patterns in Lannister's behavior.

"How did you know... um, yes."

Fors was initially puzzled, but then honestly answered under the other person's direct gaze.

She never expected that this Detective was actually a learned and powerful Extraordinary Being. Although she had modified the part involving Extraordinary factors after giving him the information, since he was an Extraordinary Being and a great Detective with extremely high reasoning ability, he must have already discovered the anomaly.

Therefore, it is not impossible that Isengard could guess that Lanevus possessed Divinity.

However, since Lanevus's Curse carries Divinity, it cannot be eliminated by merely relying on the collection he possesses.

After a moment's thought, he approached Fors, whose face was full of worry.

Do you want to save your companion?

"Certainly!"

Fors replied without hesitation.

Just moments ago, when they encountered Lanevus, it was Hugh who overcame her fear and charged towards the powerful and terrifying enemy, giving Fors the opportunity to create an escape route. Afterwards, Hugh was injured, and Fors used the remaining gems on her bracelet to open the "door."

He took her with him when they ran away, which is why they ended up in Isengard's house.

"So, are you willing to pay the dangerous price for this?"

Isengard asked seriously.

".. willing."

Fors hesitated for a second before answering seriously. If it weren't for Hugh, they would have both died long ago. If it could save her, paying a dangerous price was only fair.

After receiving her affirmative reply, Isengard used the ring again to draw up a "Contract" for the two of them. Through this Contract, Fors shared a portion of the Curse, alleviating Hugh's Corrosion.

"These are prepared 'Sun Holy Water.' Drink one bottle every now and then to suppress the Curse."

Isengard handed several bottles of liquid to Fors.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Isengard... I had no idea you were an extraordinary being."

Because of the Curse, Fors became somewhat weak, and she accepted the holy water.

"My treatment isn't free... Besides, these only temporarily relieve the symptoms, they can't cure the problem."

Isengard shook his head. "If you really want a complete solution, you need to find a Pathway Sequence 6 'Secrets Suppliant' who is skilled in Flesh and Blood Magic, a 'Rose Bishop,' or a Pathway Sequence 5 'Sun'. However, Rose Bishop are all Lunatic who believe in the True Creator, and the 'Sun' Pathway comes from Intis, who are hostile to Loen. Finding these two Sequence is extremely difficult..."

"... I understand, I'll figure something out."

Hearing him say that, Fors's heart, which had been somewhat relieved, became heavy again.

Go find Miss Audrey first; perhaps she can help...

Meanwhile, somewhere in the East Borough.

Luther picked up his pen and stared at the blank letter paper, lost in thought.

What kind of content should I write for that Detective Sherlock?