Sharron's Letter

"Aaron, how pretty is that older sister?"

Luther asked casually.

The connection between the Shepherd and the Lamb made it easy for him to recall the little boy's name.

"So beautiful! So beautiful!" Aaron, with her red curly hair, exaggeratedly spread her arms, seemingly expressing her feelings. "She's so tall, and she smells so good!"

"Hmm, I remember, this Loenese's grades were terrible." Luther sighed, feeling sorry for his poor communication skills.

"Haha, Aaron is lying again!"

"None of us saw any pretty older sisters!"

The other children laughed loudly.

"It really happened! I saw it with my own eyes, and she even smiled at me!"

Aaron blushed and argued with them, but the other children just kept laughing.

"Okay, okay."

Luther stopped the pointless argument, saying, "Everyone should get along."

It's probably just a child's innocent imagination; there's no need to be so harsh.

However, Luther had more important things to do today and didn't intend to continue listening, so he interrupted them and gave the children a few words of advice.

"Yes--"

The children immediately quieted down, bowed to him, and then ran off again, full of energy.

Watching their retreating figures, Luther shook his head and left.

Sodela Palace Empress Borough.

"Speaking of target neighborhoods, I already have a few locations I've selected," said [Despair Nightingale] Panatiya. "I've personally visited and confirmed them all."

She glanced at George III on the Throne, then gave a charming, sweet smile. "And, I also had an unexpected discovery during my investigation."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Across from her, the venerable George III said calmly, "Just do what you're supposed to do. I'm not interested in anything else."

"Ugh, what a disappointment."

Panatiya, who had initially been eager to share, suddenly lost interest, her delicate face slightly crumbling. "Fine, I'll keep it as a surprise and tell you later."

Is there anything else?

The king asked bluntly, which meant, "If you have nothing else to say, you can get out."

"There's one more thing."

Panatiya, oblivious to the awkwardness, continued, "Our sect's higher-ups are still somewhat worried—worried that you'll discard us after achieving your goals."

Tell them to stop worrying about these useless things.

George III grew impatient. "Prince Edessak has been bewitched by the Demoness you've arranged. If I break our agreement, you can use this as evidence to inform the Three Great Churches of my cooperation with you."

"But we always felt that one prince alone was not convincing enough."

Panatiya could somewhat understand this argument, after all, George III was a ruthless king who could casually discard the lives of his people, and it was also debatable how much affection he had for his son.

"Ha, you're just greedy, trying to get more chips, aren't you?"

George III sneered, "Get out."

"Call--"

With a slight wave of his hand, he conjured an invisible force within the palace, driving Panatiya away.

As if swept away by a gust of wind, this Sequence 4 Demoness Demigod was blown outside without any resistance. She immediately concealed herself, drifting and swaying, landing as Feather Fall as a feather, without the soldiers guarding outside the palace noticing her at all.

"Snort."

Once away from the emperor, Panatiya abandoned her delicate demeanor, her beautiful face turning cold and somber. She remained hidden, quickly moving away from the Sodela Palace and stopping in a small alley.

Panatiya then took out a small round mirror from her bosom and applied some black ointment to it.

The mirror quickly became illusory, revealing many repeating interfaces layer upon layer.

"Your Excellency Despair?"

A wary voice sounded softly, and a maid-like figure appeared in the Mirror.

How is our "Sleeping Beauty" doing?

"Panatiya asked."

Trissy Cheek has gradually moved closer to the "Primordial," but she still occasionally regains her senses and rebels.

The maid whispered, "Some time ago, she tried to seduce the prince's friend Talim, hoping to use Talim's power to escape. Of course, Talim has already been dealt with; the 'Primordial One' used her to cast Curse."

"Very good."

Panatiya said, "Continue to monitor her, don't let your guard down."

"Yes."

The other party replied respectfully.

"Everything is for the return of the 'Primordial'."

Panatiya said devoutly.

"Everything is for the sake of the Primordial."

The latter answered in the same way, her last voice becoming faint and fading into the distance, and the image in the Mirror gradually disappeared without a trace. The call had ended, and the black substance on the mirror surface evaporated.

Panatiya put away the Mirror, a cold and Distortion smile appearing on her face.

His Majesty the King had his own plans, and so did their Demoness Sect.

The "Demoness" placed beside the third prince Edessak was not an ordinary believer, but a vessel chosen by their "mother," who was gradually transforming her into a form that suited her.

Because of the Contract between the two parties, the Royal Family will protect this precious "container" for them and welcome "His" arrival in their ignorance.

Thinking of this, a gleeful yet Distortion smile appeared on Panatiya's face.

9 St. Anthony Street, East Borough.

Around noon, Luther returned to his residence.

At this time in the past, he would usually be at the "ranch," but not today. Today is Monday, the day of the "Tarot Club." To avoid being disturbed or discovered, he needs a quiet place.

"Um?"

Around noon, there were few pedestrians on the street. Luther walked to his front door and was about to take out his keys when he noticed a new letter in the mailbox.

He had just finished cleaning the box this morning; the letter could only have been put in during the few hours he was out.

I opened the mailbox, took out the envelope, and read "Sharron" at the bottom.

What did that "Wraith spirit" send me?

Curious, Luther took the envelope and went into the room.

Speaking of which, this lady still possesses many Beyonder Characteristic, which are our shared assets. Is she writing to me now because those things have already been sold?

With a hint of anticipation, Luther entered the house and scooped up the black cat by the door into his arms. Holding the cat in one arm and opening the letter with the other, he sat down on the sofa.

After unfolding the letter and reading it briefly, a look of surprise and delight quickly appeared on his face.

Similar to her appearance, Sharron's handwriting was neat and her words were concise; in short, the letter contained only one sentence:

The Queen has returned to Backlund.