Madam Sharon's Fury

As night deepened, Luther hid in the shadow of the gas streetlights, observing the house before him. The woman's alluring voice echoed in his ears again, confirming that he had found the right place.

Are we just going to barge in like this?

That doesn't seem appropriate; it would be better to investigate first.

Luther thought for a moment, then climbed over the wall of the opposite courtyard. He used his dagger to create Wall of Spirituality, then took out candles, essential oils, herbs, and other materials from his pocket—the streets were sparsely populated at night, so even if he did something strange in a sneaky way, he wouldn't have to worry about being discovered by others for a while.

Luther then lit a candle symbolizing himself with his Spirituality power, dripped essential oil into it, and sprinkled in herbs. As the atmosphere grew mystical, he took a deep breath and spoke in Ancient Hermes:

"I!"

Then, he switched to Hermes and continued chanting, "In my name I call you, spirit wandering in illusion, perceptive Spirit World being, benevolent one who lends me the Void Eyes."

He needs to ask the Spirit World Creature for power to obtain a way to investigate Madam Sharon's mansion.

Boom!

The flames instantly turned a deep blue and swelled to the size of a human head. A transparent lizard, about the size of a medium-sized dog, slowly crawled out from it. Most striking were its eyes, which protruded from their sockets like tentacles.

Luther communicated with the creature Spiritual Intuition, understood its needs, nodded, picked up the dagger, and made a cut below his eye. The nerves under his eyelids were more sensitive, so it seemed to hurt a bit more than cutting other parts of his skin.

It's alright, it didn't hurt too much.

Luther thought to himself. After becoming Secrets Suppliant, he sadly discovered that he seemed to have become accustomed to various acts that harmed his body.

Blood quickly flowed from the wound under his eye, as if he were crying Blood Tears. But before the blood could run down his cheek and fall to the ground, the transparent lizard stretched out its long tongue and licked away the Blood Tears. Its already bulging eyes stretched out even further until they detached from their sockets and floated up.

Luther seemed tempted, and immediately closed his injured eyes.

The darkness didn't come from closing his eyes; instead, another field of vision appeared. In this field of vision, he saw himself with his eyes closed, at a slightly higher angle. It was that floating eye, and his vision had become connected to that eye.

As Luther's thoughts shifted, this eye also floated and moved around.

Spirit World Creature would have difficulty detecting this house without activating their Spirit Vision, meaning that Luther had a way to Concealment investigate it.

He manipulated the eye, drifting it into the house.

The transparent eye was completely unobstructed by the walls; it easily passed through the fence, crossed the Garden, and finally entered the first-floor hall.

This was an extremely luxurious space, clearly prepared for dancing for numerous guests. However, perhaps due to the inappropriate timing, it was currently shrouded in complete darkness. Luther searched the entire first floor, but found nothing except for some sleeping servants in a corner room.

Is it on the second floor?

By the way, why would this Demoness live in such a high-class place...?

As Luther thought to himself, he floated upstairs. He manipulated his eyeballs to pass over the floor, and after a moment of darkness, the light returned to his vision.

Um?

A dozen meters away, Luther's body couldn't help but tremble.

There's someone in the room!

This was an extremely luxurious room, Weaving intricately woven carpets covering the floor, furniture made of various expensive woods, bedside tables piled high with cosmetics and jewelry, and a half-open walk-in closet crammed with exquisite clothing...

A beautiful figure sat with her back to Luther on the bedside table. She wore a veil and gloves, and her appearance was somewhat familiar.

Madam Sharon?

Luther recalled that unforgettable night, the figure that entered the box while watching a play.

Wait, is Madam Sharon Demoness too?

I came here because of Trissy's bloodline, why not Trissy, that Demoness?

Luther was filled with doubt.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong!

Madam Sharon removed her gloves, exposing her hands to the air. On her soft, white hand lay a large, gruesome scar, a sight that evoked both fear and pity. It was as if a precious work of art had been marred by barbaric marks.

On the dressing table sat a small bottle that Trissy had brought. Madam Sharon opened the bottle and carefully dripped a drop onto the wound. The crimson liquid seeped into the wound, and the originally gruesome wound became somewhat lighter. After a few more drops, the wound began to shrink inward and become smaller.

Madam Sharon put down the bottle, removed the veil from her head, revealing half of her face—a face that was both innocent and alluring, charming and pitiful—while the other half was completely destroyed. The scars were even more horrific than those on her hands; there was no skin left, and it looked like a skeleton covered with a few bits of Flesh after being dissolved.

Holy crap!

Luther was startled.

Suddenly, without warning, Madam Sharon abruptly turned her head to look at Luther. A strange smile appeared on her face, which was a mixture of beauty and ugliness.

"I've finally waited for you."

Madam Sharon said.

Her voice was beautiful and melodious, yet it sounded incredibly cold, filled with malice and murderous intent.

Brush!

Luther immediately opened his eyes. Without hesitation, he ended the Ritual, grabbed the candle, and ran away from the house.

Clearly, their attempt to track him down failed, and they ended up being ambushed!

Although it was unclear what Madam Sharon's Sequence was, she seemed significantly stronger than Trissy. Not only had she easily discovered him, but more importantly, for some reason, her hostility towards him was extremely intense, to the point that she made no attempt to conceal her murderous intent!

As soon as he climbed over the courtyard wall, Luther immediately activated the Clown Doll on his chest. His speed suddenly increased, so fast that he could hear the wind whistling in his ears.

Wait, besides the sound of the wind, an even sharper sound is coming from behind...

"Call out!"

Luther's keen hearing proved invaluable; he veered sharply to the left during his rapid sprint, several icicles following closely behind, slamming violently into the ground. Had he not veered, he would be pinned to the ground by now.

"You think you can just run away when you see me? That would be a disgrace to a lady."

Madam Sharon's charming voice came from behind; she had caught up with them without them noticing. Although her words were ambiguous, the chill in her tone grew increasingly intense.

Luther ignored her and did everything he could to escape.

Just then, another gust of wind blew behind him. After dodging it, he discovered that what had landed wasn't an icicle, but an ice mirror. Inside the Mirror...

Madam Sharon's face, a mixture of horror and beauty, was smiling at him.

"Click!"

The Mirror shattered, Madam Sharon burst forth from Mirror, her dagger burning with black flames, aiming straight for Luther's heart!