The Choice of the Times
"Hateful!"
Duke Negan's face darkened further when he saw the Demon on the other side interfering with his plea for help.
At this moment, a bloody feast is being held in the hall that symbolizes the supreme power of Loen. People who have lost their minds are killing each other, and even those who remain sober, such as Duke Negan, are gradually being influenced by the atmosphere and are beginning to drift in the direction of madness.
Led by the blonde Secretary, the guards launched a desperate attack on the Demigod opposite them, hoping to create an opening for the Duke to escape.
"Ah--"
Every now and then, guards would lose control of their emotions and be manipulated by the Demon, and this high-pressure situation made more people uneasy. In just a few dozen seconds, they were defeated in groups, leaving only the blonde Secretary still holding on.
"Boom! Boom!"
Blue phosphorescent flames shot towards Duke Negan. The Secretary gritted his teeth and thrust his left hand forward. The order in front of him quickly became chaotic, and the fireballs began to fly erratically, some even turning back to bombard their master.
However, the constant activation of his abilities seemed to have greatly depleted the Secretary's Spirituality, leaving him appearing unsteady.
Opposite him, Demon impeccably dressed Demigod looked quite relaxed, smiling at the two of them with Cons's face.
Am I really going to die like this?
Despair filled Duke Negan's heart.
However, at that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of wind.
It was less the sound of wind and more the explosive roar of air being torn apart, as if something was breaking through barriers and approaching at an astonishing speed. It was as if deafening thunderclaps were occasionally heard in the howling wind.
In an instant, the sound was already close at hand, and it resounded loudly throughout the White Hall!
"It is Your Excellency 'Spellsinger of God'!"
The Duke Negan lit up with delight.
Although his cries for help didn't get through in time, for some reason, Your Excellency Archbishop "Spellsinger of God" arrived just in time!
Duke Negan's smile grew wider and wider, his joy at seeing a glimmer of hope in his desperate situation overflowing to its limit, then bursting forth. His heart suddenly reached its peak, convulsing violently, forcing a torrent of blood into his veins and rushing straight to his brain.
"Smack!"
He seemed to hear a shattering sound, and a warm sensation instantly enveloped his entire brain. However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before his nerves were completely Destruction.
To outsiders, it appeared as if Duke Negan's entire head had suddenly split open, as if sliced apart by an invisible, sharp blade.
His face still bore a cheerful smile, yet his body had already collapsed onto the lavishly decorated stage in the White Hall. Blood gushed out, flowing onto the reflective floor.
The Duke Negan is dead.
Damn it!
Above White Hall, a Wrath roar erupted, followed by a powerful Storm that ripped off the roof of the hall!
The Demon Nois withdrew his right fist, looked up at the sky that had suddenly appeared above the building, and at the person standing in the sky. With an almost mocking smile, he waved at the other person.
Then, he quickly disappeared.
"Swish swish swish!"
The sharp wind blades shot out in the next instant, but only left terrible crisscrossing marks on the floor.
The Demon seems to have left this place.
The injured Secretary struggled to his feet, supporting his arm. He saw Duke Negan lying lifeless on the ground, and also saw an angry figure in the sky above the hall.
"Call--"
A fierce wind howled around the figure, as if venting its fury. In the next instant, the figure also vanished without a trace.
As the Storm raged on, the people in the hall who had been out of their minds seemed to have been blown away by the wind, gradually regaining their senses and becoming terrified of the situation.
"Ouch! It hurts so much!"
"Guards! Where are the guards?!"
"Help!"
They made all sorts of noises.
The blonde Secretary calmly observed everything, then silently walked to Duke Negan's body, as if in mourning.
However, when he had his back to everyone, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The blonde Secretary said in a voice only she could hear:
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Duke, but this is all a choice made by the times."
Cherwood Borough.
"The wind is picking up."
Luther stood at the street corner, gazing at the distant sky. There, thick clouds were swirling at an extremely fast speed, as if a strong Gale was generating and surging there.
That's the direction of Empress Borough.
Could it be that people from the Church of Storms have gone there?
It's quite possible, because the Duke Negan has always believed that the Lord of Storms doesn't know which Sequence the person sent is, or whether he can stop the murderer or capture him.
Luther couldn't help but think.
He didn't agree to [Justice's ] request to go there to help, largely because he didn't know the killer's level. The people hired by the mastermind were getting stronger and stronger, and he might not be able to handle it on his own, and he might even get involved and suffer trouble.
Since the representatives of the Three Great Churches are here, there's no need for me to get involved... Alright, alright, these things aren't my business. I should just find Klein and figure out what's on that mural.
With that thought in mind, Luther walked toward Minsk Street.
As he reached the street corner, a couple brushed past him.
"That's great, the child is doing well."
They spoke in hushed tones, the wife nestled in her husband's arms, and the husband, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked radiant with happiness.
Luther paid no attention to the couple's joy or sorrow. He quickly walked to 13 Minsk Street, which was Klein's house.
"Um?"
He was about to knock when he found the door locked. A note in the guestbook beside the door read, "Detective Sherlock is out and expected to return a little later. Please leave a message if you need anything."
"Klein isn't home?"
Luther shook his head.
There's nothing we can do about it; these things are unavoidable. After all, he didn't mention it beforehand, and Klein certainly can't stay home forever. It seems today's visit is out of the question; he'll have to come again tomorrow.
With a touch of regret, Luther descended the steps. Out of caution, he did not leave a message.
"If only I had my own messenger, like the one Miss Daly used to send me," he thought aimlessly as he strolled down the street. "I wonder how I'd find a suitable one."
In the distance, the clouds had stopped swirling, and the raging winds had ceased.
"They solved the murderer so quickly?"
Luther couldn't help but think of it, and he looked at the Three Great Churches with newfound respect.
However, in the next instant, something unexpected happened.
"Creak--"
Luther saw an invisible door slowly opening in mid-air above the Minsk Street.
If you feel the plot doesn't match up after reading this chapter, it's because I made some revisions to the second half of the previous chapter. You can go back and take another look.