Midnight Pursuit

At No. 2 Daffodil Street, Klein resisted the urge to immediately enjoy dinner and returned to his room under the pretext of changing clothes. In reality, he took four steps counterclockwise and arrived Above the Gray Fog.

Behind the Bronze Long Table, he skillfully conjured up paper and pen, and quickly wrote down what he intended to claim.

"Trissy's whereabouts."

Picking up the Parchment, Klein, shrouded in a thick gray fog and exuding an air of aloofness, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and silently recited the Divination words. After reciting them seven times, he closed his eyes again, Dream Infiltration, and sought the Divination result through his Spirituality.

In his hazy Dream, he saw Trissy, with her round face and sweet, gentle features, standing in a luxurious room. Opposite Trissy was a veiled woman; her face was obscured by the veil, but her curvaceous figure alone was enough to ignite endless fantasies.

Who is this? Trissy's superior?

Klein thought to himself.

He tried hard to identify the room's furnishings or to find the corresponding area of the room through the window, but he couldn't. As his Spirituality became unsustainable, he had no choice but to exit the Dream, leave the Gray Fog, and return to the Real World.

On the bright side, at least I know Trissy has a superior in Tingen, and I can tell the captain tomorrow... Klein thought to himself, feeling the hunger in his stomach, and hurriedly went downstairs.

Then he saw his sister Melissa staring at him with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

"Klein, didn't you say you were going to change your clothes?"

"Melissa asked."

Um?

Klein looked down and realized he'd been in such a rush downstairs that he'd forgotten to change his clothes... So what was the point of his excuse then?

He could only laugh awkwardly and say, "Uh, I forgot..."

Meanwhile, in a mansion on Olsna Street in the East Borough of Tingen City.

"I've done enough for you. The Nighthawks have come looking for me now. I'm leaving Tingen!"

Trissy handed over the bottle containing the red liquid, saying this as she did so. Her beautiful round face was now pale from blood loss, making her look pitiful.

Opposite her, Madam Sharon, wearing gloves and a veil, took the bottle.

She looked at Trissy, paused for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Are you injured?"

"No, you're Curse?"

Her first words were tinged with surprise. But when she spoke the second, her voice turned icy cold, as if filled with deep-seated resentment.

Trissy trembled slightly, then, at Madam Sharon's command, was forced to pull open her clothes to reveal her wounds. Madam Sharon touched the wounds, sensing a familiar presence, and her eyes, hidden beneath her veil, gradually turned cold.

"Click, click."

Luther continued to wind up the Clown Doll, infusing it with Spirituality.

Cecilia sat beside him, watching his actions with a worried look in her eyes, but said nothing.

About half an hour had passed since he got home. Luther ate a quick meal and started packing, preparing to hunt down the Demoness and get her heart. Since Ms. M wasn't going to help, he had to do it himself, hunting down a Sequence 7 Extraordinary as a Sequence 8.

Luther felt the Spirituality being depleted; after using up about a third of Spirituality, he stopped twisting it. This amount of Spirituality could sustain the Clockwork Clown for about a minute. Although it wasn't quite enough, considering that the Spirituality might have other uses, this was the only way he could manage for now.

Although he is fighting against Sequence 7 8, he is not without a chance of winning.

First, the opponent has already fought a battle with the Nighthawks, and has depleted their Spirituality and items. Things like the Silver Mirror that served as a substitute and the materials for her invisibility need to be prepared again.

Secondly, the other party was also suffering from their own Curse, and their physical condition was poor.

Finally, Luther has quite a few trump cards up his sleeve. Three extraordinary items, the abilities of Listening, Secret Prayer, and Language of Foulness, as well as a talisman buried on the back of his hand... However, these are mainly intended to deal with Ms. M, so it's best to avoid using them if possible.

You seem very proactive.

Ms. M looked at him, then suddenly smiled and spoke.

"Didn't you tell me to do it?"

Luther looked up at her, and asked indifferently,

"Of course, I have my own purposes... Demoness's body can perhaps be used as material for Ritual."

He added another explanation.

It was too difficult to hide the act of removing the Witch's Heart, so after some consideration, Luther decided to be upfront about it. He planned to take various materials from the Demoness and hide the heart among them, which would make him less noticeable.

"I see."

Ms. M said softly, it was impossible to tell from her reaction whether she believed it or not.

While the two were talking, Luther had already wound up the Clown's clockwork and stuffed it into his inner pocket. He then checked all the various materials, loaded the Revolver and put it back in its holster, and hid the Ritual silver dagger in his sleeve. Only then did he put on his coat, put on his hat, and walk to the porch.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the cane that was standing next to the door.

"Luther, be careful!"

His younger sister said with concern from behind him.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Luther smiled at his sister, turned and went out. It was getting late, the Crimson Moon shone, and a slightly chilly night breeze blew. Luther tightened his coat and glanced at No. 2 Daffodil Street, which was next door. The lights were on inside. He bent down and quietly passed by No. 2 to avoid making a sound that would attract the attention of the people inside. If they saw him, it would be difficult to explain.

Luther didn't relax until he reached the street corner. He looked around and saw that there were no pedestrians left. He took out the blood-stained handkerchief from his coat pocket, then cut open his palm with a silver dagger, pressed the bloodstained part of the handkerchief to the wound, and began to whisper the Honorific Name of the True Creator.

Not long after, the bloodstains that had congealed on the handkerchief suddenly began to move, extending in a certain direction.

It seems to be over there.

Luther clenched his fist, clutching his handkerchief to cover his wound, and continued walking in the corresponding direction. After walking for about a street, he encountered a carriage.

He then reached out to stop him.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"I asked the driver."

"Let's go that way first."

Luther pointed in the direction.

"OK."

The coachman didn't care about the vague answer; their carriages were charged by the hour, and the longer Luther lingered, the more he earned.

With each block the carriage traveled, Luther reoriented himself, eventually finding himself on Olsna Street in the East Borough of Tingen City, circling a mansion there several times.

Yes, she's hiding right here!

Luther had the carriage drive one street away, then called for it to stop, paid the fare, and got off.

In the distance, the house stood silently in the Evernight, as if welcoming his arrival.