Post-Incident Summary

The upper echelons of the Church of the Night Goddess include thirteen Archbishops and nine Senior Deacons, and Crestet Cesimir is one of them. That such a prominent figure in the Church would come specifically to see him did not make Luther feel honored, but rather fearful.

"Wasn't Your Excellency Cesimir here because of Old Neil's situation?"

"Not exactly. Your Excellency Cesimir came specifically to see you, to evaluate whether you, a Night Watcher of the Mysterious Scholar pathway, are qualified... It just so happened that he received my report and decided to handle the matter while he was at it—so, in every sense, Old Neil should be thanking you."

Dunn said.

"Then why did he leave again?"

Luther couldn't help but feel a bit confused.

"He said that after seeing you save Old Neil, and since the Goddess's Sacred object has also acknowledged you, there was no longer any need for an evaluation." Dunn smiled as he said this. "This is a good thing, Luther; it means you have been recognized by the Cathedral. Now, you truly have the protection of the official organization. You should be happy."

Hearing him say this, Luther did indeed feel a sense of relief. But soon, he thought of the scene where Crestet bared his teeth, with vengeful spirits clinging to every one of them, and he felt uneasy once again.

The joy of acquiring property, the peace of mind from being acknowledged by the Cathedral, and the wariness toward Crestet... With various emotions swirling in his heart, he sat there blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Also, because Old Neil has left and you and Klein are still newcomers, I plan to apply to the Cathedral to have an assistant transferred from another district to bolster the team. Before that, you must study your occult courses on your own... Old Neil said he left all the documents in the archives downstairs. You can read and study them yourselves, but be cautious; do not easily attempt things you are unsure about."

Dunn spoke of the arrangements for the future.

Upon hearing that the occult courses that once tortured him were gone, Luther was happy but also felt a bit of regret; after all, what Old Neil taught was the real deal. With him gone, he would have to study on his own from now on.

I hope Klein has a better grasp of it and can teach me more.

He prayed silently.

"That is all, Luther. You may go out now. Remember to tell Klein about this as well."

"Understood, Captain."

Luther stood up and moved his feet slowly, counting silently in his heart.

One, two, three...

"Wait."

It really came.

Luther turned back and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else, Captain?"

"Your welcome dinner for the newcomers has already been booked for this Friday night at the Old Weir Restaurant. Sigh, Old Neil didn't get to make it to this big meal; he told me earlier that he was looking forward to it..."

"I'll keep it in mind, Captain."

Luther didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

He prepared to leave again.

"Wait a moment."

Dunn spoke once more.

Luther was forced to stop. "Captain?"

"Remember to submit the certificate of mental stability. It would be best to finish the paperwork and give it to me within next week."

"No problem."

He turned and left again. This time, Dunn did not call him back, and he was able to walk out of the office smoothly.

Nothing happened all afternoon.

Luther spent the afternoon at the Blackthorn Security Company ruminating, and took the time to practice shooting for half an hour. He finally began to accept the fact—now, in the suburbs of the North District, a house worth 900 pounds was about to belong to him. His heart finally began to feel happy, and after work, he took a tram to the street.

When Cecilia came home from school and pushed the door open, she saw a table full of delicacies: pan-seared foie gras, roast steak, vegetable salad, lamb stew, cream cake, and a bottle of champagne and a bottle of wine, already uncorked, shimmering with an alluring glow under the gaslight.

"You're back?"

Luther was pouring champagne into a goblet. Seeing her enter, he couldn't help but say with a smile.

Cecilia looked at the food, her expression a bit dazed. She put down her schoolbag, thought for a long time, and asked, "Luther... what are you doing?"

"Celebrating a good thing."

Luther laughed.

He had thought about it all afternoon and had come to terms with it. He truly deserved this reward, so he should accept it calmly and use it to live a better life; that would be the only way to live up to Old Neil's good intentions.

"Good things happen every day, but if we spend money so recklessly, we won't have anything to eat tomorrow."

Cecilia tried to persuade him earnestly.

"Don't worry, little sister."

Luther couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, this is exactly what I'm celebrating... Your brother here, because he is so capable, earned you a detached house in one night!"

After he finished speaking, Cecilia didn't look happy; instead, she looked worried.

"Luther... are you having hallucinations again?"

Luther didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He had no choice but to explain in detail, but he couldn't tell his sister the whole truth, so he could only pick what he could say. It took a great deal of effort before he finally made Cecilia believe him.

"Brother... so everything you said is true?"

She widened her adorable eyes, looking at Luther in astonishment, "You are just too amazing."

"Right?"

Luther couldn't help but laugh; being sincerely praised by his younger sister felt much better than being praised by a Senior Deacon of the Church of the Night, "I think so too."

Then he clapped his hands, "Alright, what are we waiting for? Hurry up and wash your hands so we can eat; the food won't taste good if it gets cold."

And so, the two of them washed their hands, took their seats, clinked glasses in celebration, and began to feast.

Seeing his sister eating happily, Luther felt a joy rising from the bottom of his heart, and he picked up his own knife and fork to join in the meal.

After the meal was finished, the two of them lingered in the lingering fragrance of the food, chatting casually and resting for quite a while before getting up to clear the table and wash the dishes.

"How is school going? Is anyone bullying you? Are there any blind idiots trying to take advantage of you?"

Luther asked while scrubbing a plate, glancing at his sister's profile.

"Don't worry, Brother. The day Mr. Dunn took me to school, he had several police officers following behind him... Now they all spread rumors that I'm the illegitimate daughter of a high-ranking official from the Police Department, so no one dares to bully me."

Cecilia rinsed the foam off a plate with water as she replied.

"That's good, then."

Luther chuckled in spite of himself, "What about your studies? Is there anything you can't keep up with?"

"It's alright. What the Teacher teaches is quite simple, and I've been reviewing well after class. In the last class test, I ranked near the top."

His sister's answer was incredibly reassuring.

"That's good, that's really good."

Luther felt much more at ease. He chatted with Cecilia for a while longer and made plans to go to the theater to see a show over the weekend before tidying up and heading to their respective bedrooms to rest.

After returning to his room, he didn't lie down immediately. Instead, he turned on the gas lamp and pulled a sheet of paper out on his desk.

The matter regarding Old Neil had given him a sense of crisis, and he wanted to take advantage of his free time tonight to properly organize what kind of abilities he currently possessed.