Black Knight

When Luther emerged from the room, the scene had already been thoroughly cleaned. The altar, once covered in flesh and blood, had vanished, and police officers were scrubbing the floor. Sirius's corpse had been wrapped in a white sheet and was being carried out the front door by several officers.

"Captain."

Seeing Dunn, the Night Watcher with green eyes stepped forward to greet him. "What's the verdict?"

He tilted his chin slightly toward Luther, asking for Dunn's decision on how to handle them.

"Temporarily safe."

Dunn replied, "They are just innocent people who got dragged into this."

"Since everything is fine now, can my brother and I leave?"

Cecilia ran to Luther's side, clutching his arm as she asked.

"Unfortunately, no."

Dunn said in a gentle yet firm tone, "Both of you must come with me."

Cecilia furrowed her pretty brows.

"Why?"

Her tone was blunt, bordering on rude, and she instinctively gripped Luther tighter. "Do we need to pay bail? Officer, we are penniless right now; you won't be able to squeeze a single cent out of us..."

Cecilia's small frame trembled. She stood in front of Luther and glared at Dunn, looking exactly like a mother tiger protecting her cub. In truth, she had expressed strong protests when Dunn wanted to question Luther alone, only to be calmed down by Luther. Now that her hope of leaving had been shattered, the frustration she had been bottling up finally erupted.

Dunn watched the little girl challenging him calmly. There was no sign of anger on his face; on the contrary, his expression was quite soft.

"Calm down, Cecilia, it's not like that."

Luther quickly interrupted his sister. "It's because there are still bad guys at large, and Mr. Dunn is protecting us..."

After a careful explanation, Cecilia finally understood the facts and agreed to accept protection and head to the Night Watcher station.

After exchanging words with the busy police officers at the scene, the three Night Watchers left Sirius's house along with the Rondal siblings. Two carriages were already waiting for them outside. Both were four-wheeled, single-horse carriages driven by coachmen, with the emblem of the police system engraved on the side—two crossed swords guarding a crown.

Luther, Dunn, and the green-eyed Night Watcher boarded one carriage, while Cecilia boarded the other with the brown-eyed Night Watcher. To avoid any impropriety, a female officer had also been arranged for that carriage.

Opening the door, the interior was lined with thick carpeting and seemed to have been sprayed with incense, emitting a soft fragrance that made one feel at ease.

The interior decoration is actually quite nice, much more high-end than it looks from the outside...

Luther thought to himself, then looked up and suddenly gave a violent start.

Deep inside the carriage hung a peculiar emblem, about the size of his sister's fist. The emblem had a deep black background adorned with stars, and these stars surrounded exactly half of a crimson moon. The entire piece looked lofty and holy; it was the "Holy Emblem of the Night," symbolizing the Goddess of the Night.

The moment Luther's gaze met the emblem, it suddenly emitted an invisible ripple that drilled directly into his body. This was the reason Luther had suddenly shuddered.

The invisible ripple circled inside his body before finally disappearing. Nothing happened.

What the hell?

Luther complained inwardly, but when he looked back, he saw the two Night Watchers staring at him intently, their hands resting on their weapons.

"What's wrong?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"...Even the Gaze of the Goddess didn't detect any abnormalities in you. It seems you really are fine." Dunn watched him quietly for a few seconds, then relaxed his posture and said indifferently, "Get in, sit wherever you like."

He said it lightly, but Luther's eyes widened.

So they hadn't completely trusted him yet; instead, they had prepared investigative measures to launch a surprise attack the moment he let his guard down.

What an experienced guy.

Luther took a deep look at Dunn. If he wasn't mistaken, his sister was likely undergoing the same test on the other side. As expected, someone who could become a captain of a Beyonder organization was no ordinary person.

Once seated, the carriage swayed and began to move.

Since the suspicion is gone, maybe I should try to ask about the situation.

Luther thought.

Stepping on the soft carpet, he spoke cautiously.

"Mr. Dunn, may I ask what exactly Beyonders and the paranormal world are? I encountered something like this today and want to understand more. If possible, could you explain it to me?"

"Of course."

Dunn took off his police cap, revealing his receding hairline. "Then let me explain some common knowledge."

Thus, over the following time, Luther learned some basic knowledge about Beyonders, including Beyonders, Potions, Sequence Pathways, Extraordinary Ability, Rituals, and so on.

So this world really does have Beyonders capable of wielding mysterious powers.

Luther asked, half-expectant and half-worried, "Then what is my situation? Why did you think I was already a Beyonder? Uh, I think I heard you mention this in my dream..."

"That part involves classified information. I cannot go into too much detail and can only give you a brief summary. Furthermore, even then, you cannot spread this information at will after hearing my explanation. Can you accept that?"

Dunn asked, stroking his police cap.

"No problem, I won't spread it around."

Luther's life and livelihood were currently being held in their hands, so even if he didn't want to, he had to say yes—not to mention that he was genuinely curious.

"Hmm... before that, I must ask you, after Sirius died, did you come into contact with any peculiar substances that precipitated from his body?"

Dunn asked this, and Luther immediately thought of that small black sphere.

"Uh, I did indeed swallow a small sphere that was expelled from his palm, and I felt terrible for quite a while after eating it... but I didn't touch it on purpose. It was because Sirius suddenly acted like a corpse coming back to life and lunged at me; I was startled and accidentally swallowed it."

Luther answered by downplaying the situation, "Could it be that this is the reason I became a Beyonder?"

"Hmm, that's about what I guessed."

Dunn nodded, "Regarding this, I can only tell you that the bodies of deceased Beyonders undergo strange changes and may precipitate Beyonder characteristics. In certain circumstances, it is possible for others to inherit characteristics from the deceased. Whether it was luck or misfortune, you just happened to become a Beyonder that way."

Oh, no wonder!

That little sphere was the reason I became a Beyonder!

Luther understood in an instant, "So when you arrived at the scene and saw there were no Beyonder characteristics, you suspected I had eaten them?"

"You could say that,"

Dunn nodded, "But the specific details were understood after Klein, the Night Watcher in the carriage over there, performed a divination. He is a Sequence 9 Seer."

Seer? That sounds like a formidable profession. I wonder to what extent he can divine... he shouldn't be able to discover my secret, otherwise, I would have been captured and sliced up for research by now.

Luther thought to himself, half-fearful and half-relieved.

"Then, what pathway does the Beyonder characteristic I consumed belong to, and what is the name of the Sequence 9 Potion?"

The moment he finished his question, he saw the expressions of the two people opposite him darken for a fleeting moment.

What's going on? Could it be that my pathway is a bit dangerous?

It seems possible; after all, that was the sequence belonging to a cultist!

Luther thought.

He saw the two exchange a glance, and finally, Dunn spoke slowly:

"According to the internal records of the Night Watchers, the pathway Sirius belonged to, the name of the Sequence 9 Potion should be called..."

"Black Knight."