Ms. M's Injuries

Was the Demoness the culprit behind the series of deaths?

Upon hearing this answer from Ms. M, Luther was startled. It wasn't just because he had obtained a clue, but also because he was currently searching for the Demoness —a crucial material for creating his special artifacts.

Stay calm! Don't let her notice anything amiss!

Luther shouted inwardly, suppressing his inner emotions. On the surface, he merely glanced at Ms. M and repeated with a hint of curiosity, "Demoness? I think I've seen that in internal documents. There's an organization called the 'Demoness Sect.'"

"The Demoness Sect, huh..."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Ms. M's face. "They're nothing but a bunch of Distortion, pathetic worms."

Pathetic creature? This sect sounds a bit off. But then again, what right do you, a mindless fanatic of an evil god, have to mock others?

Luther thought to himself.

"But how can you be sure it was Demoness?"

He remembered the important matter at hand and took the initiative to steer the conversation in that direction.

"This method of spreading Curse and taking lives is clearly Demoness's usual trick." Ms. M glanced at him with a smile. "The technique is a bit crude; this must have been done by a newcomer who has just been promoted to Witch."

"Witch?"

"Yes, the Assassin Pathway Sequence 7 is called 'The Witch.' If a man takes Potion of this Sequence, he will transform into a woman."

"Uh-huh?"

Luther nodded Consciousness, then suddenly realized what Ms. M was talking about and asked, "You mean, if a man drinks the Potion, he will turn into a woman?"

He was so surprised that he almost forgot to pretend for a moment.

"Although it's only Sequence 7 Potion, it truly possesses such miraculous effects."

Ms. M said.

This is really...

Luther couldn't help but pull out the portrait he had drawn using the Ritual, gazing at the beautiful woman in the painting. He found it hard to believe that such a delicate young woman could have been a man before drinking the Potion.

"Alright, our topic seems to have drifted a bit. Let's get back to it."

Ms. M picked up a slice of white bread, dipped a knife in butter, and said, "Although I don't know what she's going to do, with so many deaths, she's accumulated a lot of life force and the resentment of the dead. We need to find her quickly before she runs out of it."

Luther glanced at Ms. M.

"You're going to stop her plan? You're that kind of person?"

He asked bluntly.

"How is that possible?"

Ms. M smiled gently, "I just want those resentful thoughts... they're excellent materials for the Ritual. It would be a waste if she used them up."

As she spoke, she took out the small black bottle again. She had given this bottle to Luther before, so that he could absorb the resentment of the newly deceased.

"Go find the Altar, and use it to absorb the energy, just like before..."

"Clatter."

Before Ms. M could finish speaking, her arm suddenly dislocated from her elbow and fell to the ground without warning.

"Clang..."

The small black bottle slipped from the hand on the ground and rolled away.

Luther's eyes narrowed.

He saw Ms. M's complete forearm and hand lying on the ground, as white as a plaster statue. The cut surface of the arm was fresh and bright red, without a drop of blood.

Ms. M's face darkened briefly before she quickly smiled again. She bent down and picked up her severed arm with her other hand.

Luther lowered his eyes, but his heart was filled with ecstasy.

Sure enough, she was injured!

Moreover, she was severely injured. Even the Shepherd Sequence, known for its tenacious vitality, could not withstand her injuries and could not fully recover!

Luther recalled the strange sounds he heard from Ms. M the night he drank the "Listener" Potion; her body was like a broken doll that had been temporarily glued back together, constantly tearing and repairing itself.

With her so badly injured, my chances are even better!

Luther encouraged himself in his heart.

Just then, he heard Ms. M's gentle voice:

"I've become like this all because of you."

Ah?

Luther couldn't help but look up and see Ms. M holding that severed arm, her face showing no anger.

"Forehead."

Luther felt a chill run down his spine. He had almost forgotten that it was he who had used Grade 1 Sealed Artifact to stab Ms. M into the body of the True Creator, causing an explosion that had left her in this state. But in other words, the fact that she hadn't died after all that meant Ms. M was truly difficult to kill.

However, even if it's difficult to kill, we must kill it. If we can't kill it the first time, we'll kill it again.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm just stating the facts."

Ms. M said nonchalantly, picking up her severed arm and placing it against the cut surface. After a moment, her arm was restored; she could move her fingers and all functions returned to normal.

"On the contrary, I should thank you."

Thank me?

Luther felt that Ms. M seemed to have lost her mind.

Ms. M's golden eyes were fixed on him, that same burning gaze returning. She smiled, and before Luther could show any aversion, she lowered her head, picked up the small black bottle from the ground, and placed it in Luther's hand.

"Find the Altar the Demoness prepared, and collect all the life force and Resentment of the Dead she gathered, understand?"

She said it gently but with an undeniable authority.

"OK."

Luther nodded.

"As a reward, I will grant you some invaluable knowledge of the occult, the kind that ordinary extraordinary individuals don't have access to," Ms. M said, offering him further promises. "Or, it's not impossible that I can help your sister become an extraordinary individual as well."

After putting away the small bottle and having lunch, Luther boarded a trackless carriage and returned to Blackthorn Security Company.

"Luther, have you rested enough? Why are you here again this afternoon?"

In the hall, Klein exclaimed in surprise upon seeing him.

A Lunatic is urging me on; I can't sleep anymore.

"I'm a bit concerned about the case's progress, so I came to check on things." Luther smiled and asked, "How's it going? Have you found the target?"

Hearing him ask this, Klein shook his head. "Not yet... but there aren't many areas left, we'll definitely find it today. Oh right, Leonard said he has a new idea to report to the captain, do you want to go listen?"

"OK."

Luther was eager to find the Demoness as soon as possible, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

Together they stepped over the partition and into the captain's office, where they saw Dunn comparing two pieces of paper. One of the papers was from Luther, a portrait he had drawn of the suspect; the other was a wanted poster with a photograph of a man on it.

This person has a round face and a smile; they don't seem to have anything to do with a wanted poster.

Wait a minute, these two paintings... seem somewhat similar.

Luther's expression changed slightly. Could it be? This guy is a male-to-female transmigrator?

Furthermore, how did Leonard discover this?

He glanced at the handsome "Midnight Poet," whose disheveled hair and unique air were captivating, but whose attention was now entirely focused on Dunn across from him.

Dunn looked at the two pieces of paper, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "So... you think these two might be siblings?"

Luther was speechless, noticing a rare look of helplessness on Leonard's face.