Saint Tenebrous

Luther's decision not to kill Mr. A immediately was correct, because there was still a lot of valuable information hidden in that guy's mind.

"So, did you find it?"

Luther asked.

"No."

M used her slender, pale fingers to probe Mr. A's mind, searching through his memories before shaking her head with a hint of regret, "Sequence 4 is considered a high-ranking member of the Aurora Order; related information is kept secret from him."

"What a pity."

Luther sighed.

This eliminates one of the Pathway to obtain Potion recipes.

"Should we search for any other intelligence?"

M continued to ask.

"Check out the Aurora Order's organizational structure in Backlund, its members, and their meeting places."

Luther said, his calm voice concealing a rising murderous intent.

"Uh..."

As if sensing the malice in Luther's tone, Mr. A struggled to make a sound, his eyes regaining some clarity.

He seemed to want to resist, but soon, M's other hand touched his forehead, gently and undeniably altering his will. His eyes became dazed, allowing the other to dig into his brain and explore its Concealment.

"Found it."

M said, "The Aurora Order's membership list in Backlund, along with the addresses of its Concealment strongholds, includes mostly ordinary believers, and the extraordinary ones are primarily Secrets Suppliant and Listener, with only a small number of Shadow Ascetic and a handful of Rose Bishop."

"Furthermore, it seems that quite a few people died in their previous conflict with the Goddess Church."

She went on to add.

Is this all the manpower you have?

Luther couldn't help but chuckle, saying to Mr. A's head, "What a useless organization."

If Mr. A were sober, he would definitely refute these words. As an extraordinary organization that has been ostracized by all sides, it is already quite remarkable that it has been able to develop to this extent.

"Wait a moment,"

M suddenly realized something. "In the Aurora Order of Backlund, there is also a Saint."

"Saint?"

Luther frowned.

According to the Nighthawks' internal records, the Aurora Order has a total of five Saints and twenty-two Oracle. In a metropolis like Backlund, it is perfectly reasonable to have a Saint overseeing things.

However, the gap between Sequence 4 and Sequence 5 is too great. He certainly cannot defeat a Saint now, and the opponent will be a major obstacle to his elimination of the Aurora Order's forces.

To put it even more bluntly, if news of his killing of Mr. A gets out, this Saint might come after him.

"The Saint Tenebrous, Kisma, is Sequence 4 of the Secrets Suppliant Pathway."

M explained, "But he recently left Backlund, apparently to go to sea."

It's not in Backlund.

Luther thought to himself.

Although he didn't know why the Saint had left Backlund, he had to speed things up and completely eliminate the Aurora Order's influence before the saint returned.

"Is there any other important intelligence?"

Luther asked.

"The Aurora Order also seems to have a cooperative relationship with the Demoness Sect. I saw a Demoness appears to be Sequence 4 in his memories."

What are they planning to do together?

Luther frowned.

Another Sequence 4

"This part of the memory is locked; forcibly extracting it might cause problems."

"Then let's leave it at that."

Luther said.

Upon hearing this, M deftly withdrew his finger from Mr. A's head, and his figure vanished.

"The Lord will punish you, and you will regret it."

Mr. A's eyes were unfocused, but he was still stubbornly talking.

Luther ignored him, grabbed his hair, and shoved his head back into his stomach.

After doing all that, he raised his head.

It was night, and the sky was completely dark. The bedroom was dark, with no lights on. He stood silently in the darkness for a long time before slowly turning around and lying down on the bed. He didn't wash up or eat dinner; he simply closed his eyes.

No one cares whether I eat or not anymore, so I no longer need to pretend to be a normal person.

That's all for today. I'll rest and Spirituality. Tomorrow I'll pack my things, move out of here, and after I'm settled, I'll go deal with those bastards from the Aurora Order.

Luther closed his eyes, pondering what he needed to do next.

Only by constantly generating ideas in his mind and continuously thinking forward could he avoid being overwhelmed by those surging emotions of sadness.

"Meow."

The bed beside him dipped slightly, and the little black cat jumped on top of him, meowing at him.

Luther didn't open his eyes, but instead hugged it close to his body. The little guy was warm and purring, becoming his only comfort on this cold and lonely night.

One night passed.

When Emily woke up the next day, she found that the two rented rooms upstairs were completely empty, with no trace of anyone having lived there. All of Anderson and his sister's belongings had disappeared, as if their arrival had been nothing more than a dream.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the East Borough.

Luther, sporting a modified face, walked down the street carrying only a Travel briefcase. Although the briefcase looked cheap, it actually contained various materials, potions, and Beyonder Item, with a total value exceeding ten thousand pounds.

After leaving 8 Hawes Street, he needed to find a new place to live.

For the sake of my Acting, it's best to stay in the East Borough; I have many secrets, so I can't share an apartment with others, though the price doesn't matter.

As he pondered this, he arrived in front of a detached building.

The building's windows were all covered by curtains, and outside stood a number of hunky-looking men, chatting and arguing. Passersby didn't dare to look over; they simply lowered their heads and quickened their pace.

--The headquarters of the Lyman Gang.

Luther ignored the gangsters standing at the door and strode inside. They seemed completely oblivious to him, continuing their conversation. He crossed the lobby, went up to the second floor, and walked straight to the leader's office, pushing the door open and entering.

"Who?"

Upon hearing the door open in the office, Ciel, the current head of the Lyman Gang, looked up in surprise.

"Ciel, it's been a long time."

Luther revealed himself and spoke to him.

"That voice... Mr. Anderson!"

Ciel's face stiffened for a moment, then quickly broke into a welcoming expression. "It's been a long time since you've come!"

Ha, you weren't expecting me to come, were you?

Luther thought to himself.

His relationship with this gang was entirely based on mutual exploitation. He had previously asked them to investigate human trafficking, expecting it to attract the attention of relevant authorities and lead to the gang's downfall. However, he unexpectedly broke into Capim's mansion and discovered the clues ahead of time.

"I'm here today because I need your help with something."

He said.

The first two chapters have been revised, with more detailed descriptions of the authority over the Chaos Sea.