Save Me, Mr. Fool

Backlund, Hillston Borough.

"Xiu, have a drink."

Fors held a test tube filled with Sun Holy Water to her companion's lips, saying something. Compared to before, she looked much more haggard; her brown curly hair had lost its luster, her cheeks were slightly thinner, and her dark circles were very obvious.

"Um..."

Hugh lay on the bed, his face pale, a Curse black aura swirling deep within his Flesh. The wound on his shoulder was exposed to the air.

Distortion fleshy buds grew profusely, constantly exuding a blasphemous and insane aura.

"Just splash it, splash it..."

Her forehead was burning hot; she had a high fever, and she spoke to Fors in a slurred voice.

"Pour the holy water directly onto the wound?"

Fors immediately understood her companion's meaning and said worriedly, "But that would hurt you too much."

"That would be more effective..."

"Hugh murmured."

Fors hesitated for a moment, then said, "So you held on."

She moved the test tube to the wound, bit her lip, and poured the pale golden, sacred liquid onto it.

"Mouth—!"

The effects of the Sun Holy Water were extremely strong. Accompanied by a burning sound, white smoke rose up, and the Distortion and deformed granulation tissue immediately retracted, as if it had encountered a fearsome natural enemy. The originally hideous wounds suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

But the intense stimulation also caused Hugh immense pain; she screamed and her body convulsed violently.

"Hold on!"

Fors pressed his body against hers to prevent her from falling off the bed if she moved. She could clearly feel Hugh's pain.

But all she could do was offer a futile consolation in a trembling voice, "It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon..."

Xiu struggled for a while, as if he had exhausted all his strength, then stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep.

Fors slowly got up, her hair disheveled, her eyes a little moist.

"I should have stopped you then... Miss Audrey said the target was extremely dangerous."

She whispered to the unconscious Hugh.

Several days have passed since the two encountered Lanevus.

In the following days, Fors first took Hugh home, and then quickly contacted Audrey to report the situation.

Because Audrey was still under house arrest and couldn't go out, she had her golden retriever, "Susie," deliver the note. The note read, "I'm so sorry you were put in danger. I'll do my best to save you. Also, absolutely do not ask Mr. A for help, because he's in cahoots with Lanevus."

The handwriting on the note was rather messy, quite unlike Miss Audrey's usual elegant demeanor, and it was clear that she was somewhat anxious.

Mr. A is the host of Beyonder Gathering in Backlund, possessing immense power. He was even hired by them to assassinate a national ambassador. However, Lanevus carries the aura of True Creator, making him highly likely to Aurora Order.

Trusting Audrey, Fors didn't seek help from Mr. A. Instead, she searched for a cure among other Beyonder Gathering she knew. As time passed and Hugh's condition worsened, with no news from Audrey, she grew increasingly anxious.

What to do?

Could it be that Hugh will really be killed by the Curse...?

She scratched her hair in frustration, fidgeting restlessly. Her own situation was already bad enough, but now, Lianxiu was also in danger; Fate seemed to be against them both.

God of Steam, please give me some hope.

She prayed softly.

As dusk settled, Fors, who hadn't eaten all Daytime, had no appetite and just stared blankly out the window.

I watched as the crimson moonlight filtered through the curtains and spilled onto the floor.

She suddenly Consciousness something.

Oh no, it seems like it's Full Moon today...

At the same time, she noticed that the crimson light was rapidly deepening until it became an incomparably deep red.

Not only Full Moon, but even Crimson Moon has descended!

"Ah!"

Fors clutched her head and let out a short scream.

The terrifying voice arrived as expected; moreover, under the Crimson Moon, the voice became exceptionally clear and loud!

"Stop! Stop!"

She rolled on the ground, thrashing about and frantically banging her head.

Hugh, unconscious, kept his eyes tightly shut, completely unaware that his companion was suffering unimaginable pain.

"La!"

Fors tore off a large clump of her brown, blood-stained curly hair, trying to distract herself from the pain by hurting herself, but it clearly didn't work.

Damn it, the effects are even more pronounced during the Crimson Moon!

Fors thought painfully, the Word-Eating filling her mind as if they were about to explode.

"The great god of Steam and machinery..."

"You are the embodiment of essence..."

She futilely chanted the Honorific Name of the god she believed in, trying to be saved. But even after chanting it again and again, it had no effect. Only a crimson light, like blood, shone upon her.

"Ahh! Ah!"

The pain intensified, Fors screamed short, sharp cries. Her nails and hair grew wildly, her Spirituality gradually went mad, and her body tilted violently toward the edge of losing control. Her struggles caused her to crash into a nearby desk, scattering the books that had been on it all over the floor.

Hugh is still injured, and I'm going to die too...

She thought sadly as she looked at the other person lying on the bed, fast asleep.

No, I don't want it to end like this!

I can't die, Hugh still needs me!

Fors struggled desperately, when she suddenly noticed a piece of paper in front of her, covered with Roselle's mysterious writing and Ancient Hermes Script.

It was that peculiar note Hugh found, on which was written the Honorific Name of a mysterious being...

Even if it's an evil god, as long as it can save me!

Fors, as if grasping at the last straw, crawled toward the note and began to quietly recite the words on it in Ancient Hermes:

"Fool doesn't belong to this era..."

"The mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog..."

"The king who reigns supreme, the lucky yellow and black..."

"Please save me, save me!"

"?"

Klein, who had just said goodbye to Luther and returned home, not even having had time to change out of his work uniform, suddenly heard illusory, layered prayers in his ears.

A few minutes later.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fool."

Fors thanked the tall, distant figure with immense gratitude.

The other person not only rescued her from the voice, but also answered some of her questions and invited her to the Tarot Club, giving her the code name [The Magician].

"It was just a small favor."

Klein maintained Mr. Fool's air of mystery, nodding slightly.

He hadn't expected to encounter Fors, the person [Justice] spoke of, in this way. Judging from her state, she might have been influenced by the "Mr. Door" from Roselle's Diary.

At this moment, he noticed that Fors's expression seemed hesitant, as if he still had something to say.

"Is there anything else?"

He asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have a friend who has been Curse by the offspring of an evil god. Do you have any way to resolve this?"

Fors asked, somewhat embarrassed but also hopeful.

Klein was taken aback, then almost burst out laughing.

Just then, I was wondering how to get the message to Miss Justice. Now that's perfect, we've eliminated one middleman.