Leonard's Suspicions

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After hearing Luther's reply, the helmsman Rube, seemed to have a complicated look in his eyes.

"Gulp!"

He remained silent for a moment, then, as if in revenge, took a large gulp of wine. This former Loen Navy never explained why he joined the pirate crew, why he opposed the army and empire he had previously served, nor how he had ended up in this situation.

He didn't want to talk about it, and Luther didn't want to ask. The two of them stood there on the bow of the ship, the cold night wind blowing.

"Squeak--"

Not long after, the restaurant door was pushed open. Orange light poured onto the deck like flowing water, casting a gracefully curved shadow.

Sophia Einhorn.

The Third Princess of the Feysac Empire turned her head, seemingly searching for something on the deck. Under the light, her profile was perfectly proportioned, and her long, red hair swayed with her head, smooth and beautiful.

Finally, Sophia found Luther at the bow of the ship and immediately ran towards him with a charming smile. But when she got closer, she noticed that there was also a middle-aged helmsman present, and her smile immediately faded, making her look somewhat embarrassed.

"We're almost at the reef area; I need to steer the boat carefully now."

Rube, being quite perceptive, looked up into the distance and said, "Captain, please don't disturb me."

How come I didn't know there was a reef area nearby?

Luther was speechless, but too lazy to explain, he simply flipped off the bow of the ship and landed in front of Sophia.

"What's wrong?"

He led Sophia a short distance away and asked.

"Respected Blood Bishop Your Excellency, thank you so much for rescuing me."

Sophia composed herself, respectfully lifted her skirt, and bowed to him, saying, "I am."

"Sophia Einhorn, the Third Princess of the Feysac Empire."

Luther abruptly interrupted her, saying...

You know me.

Sophia wasn't particularly surprised, after all, she was a member of the Royal Family and had appeared in public before, so it was only natural that she would be recognized.

"We're more than just acquaintances; our friendship goes far beyond that."

Luther said calmly, wiping his face with his hand.

"Brush!"

He revealed his true form, the same face Sophia had seen in Backlund. She stared at his face, scrutinizing it for a moment in the dim light of the deck, before finally remembering it.

"It's you!"

She said in surprise.

"It's me."

Luther touched his face again, restoring it to its current appearance. "It's been a while."

The last time I saw her was when I was attending a banquet as Miss Justice's bodyguard. That banquet ended up teleporting the two of us to the ruins where the Blood Emperor became a god, where, under the influence of the Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics Principle, we encountered the evil spirit of the Red Angel.

Now, Medici's three-in-one evil spirit has taken up residence in his body, and the two have met again—what a damned twist of fate!

"So, you're the Blood Bishop."

Sophia stared at him in astonishment, as if she could hardly believe what she was seeing. But gradually, a complex emotion crept into her expression—it was hard to tell if it was envy, Envy, or even self-loathing.

"You've become a remarkable figure in the extraordinary world. And I've become like this."

Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were filled with melancholy.

Do you think I want to live this kind of life?

Luther thought to himself.

The banquet at the restaurant was still going on, but gradually the sound of crying began to be heard.

With his keen hearing, Luther clearly overheard the drunken ramblings of several local natives. One man reminisced about his daughter, saying that because he hadn't harvested enough rubber on the plantation, the plantation owner had chopped off his youngest daughter's arm as punishment. A boy called out for his mother, saying that if he could take the money in his pocket back to the past, perhaps his mother's illness could be cured.

Compared to them, it's hard to say how tragic this Princess's fate was.

Luther looked at her calmly and asked:

"So, how did you become like this? I heard from Loen that you've gone missing."

It was said to be missing, but it appeared in the Governor's Mansion in Loen territory, with a Demigod Warrior Pathway as its guard, which was obviously not right.

I'm not sure how to say it either.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "In short, it's a complicated story."

"Then take your time explaining."

Luther didn't mind, since he hadn't planned to go inside for the banquet anyway. The night was still long, and listening to the Princess's experiences would be a good way to pass the time after the battle.

Backlund, North Borough, 7 Pinsters Street, Leonard's residence.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Leonard Mitchell stared intently at the whiteboard in front of him, on which hung a sketch Portrait —a young man with gold-rimmed glasses, a thick beard, and gentle eyes.

This is the same person who appeared in the Backlund Great Smog Incident, the great Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

Leonard stared intently at the painting.

To investigate the case, he infiltrated the Dream of several witnesses. They all knew Sherlock and witnessed his actions in Backlund. During the investigation, Leonard gradually discovered that this Detective Sherlock bore a striking resemblance to one of his fallen colleagues!

After standing there absentmindedly for a moment, he picked up an eraser and pressed it onto the drawing.

This sketch portrait was drawn by Leonard with a pencil using the Ritual, and naturally, it could be erased. He carefully moved the eraser, wiping the paper, gradually removing the beard and gold-rimmed glasses from the Portrait. In this way, what appeared on the picture was the person's undisguised true face.

"I must have made a mistake. Once I wipe off the beard and glasses, it won't look like him anymore."

Leonard spoke as if giving himself a hint, and finally, after erasing, he threw away the eraser, took a few steps back, and stared intently at the portrait.

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On the drawing paper, a young man with a scholarly air is smiling at him.

Damn it!

Finally, Leonard lost his temper and shouted in his Apartment. He looked like he wanted to punch the whiteboard to feel satisfied.

But he managed to suppress the impulse, instead clutching his head and pacing back and forth on the ground, muttering things like "completely illogical" and "why." His movements were a bit too large, and the resulting gust of wind lifted the papers on the whiteboard. Among them, the wanted poster for the Blood Bishop floated down and landed at his feet.

Leonard looked at the man on the wanted poster, and saw the hidden madness deep in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something.

"How could there be more than one?"