Seeing Trissy Again

On a remote island deep in the Sonia Sea.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed across the sea at the edge of the coast, slashing vertically downwards. The terrifying force instantly created huge waves, leaving a clear white line stretching for kilometers on the blue jewel-like sea surface when viewed from above.

"Was the Record successful?"

Luther, holding the "Blade of Flesh and Spirit," turned back and asked Fors.

Fors: "..."

To be honest, Miss Salted Fish is still in a daze. Or rather, she's still unwilling to accept reality.

In her original plan, after Mr. Temperance dropped her off at a certain place, he would leave her behind and the actual contact time between them would not be too long. However, to her surprise, Mr. Temperance was unexpectedly responsible. He not only brought her to the destination, but also specially demonstrated his powerful abilities at the Demigod level in front of her so that she could Record.

But... these techniques are all too amazing. How could she, a mere Sequence 6, possibly "Record" them successfully after only one look?

Fors stared fearfully at the Greatsword that had cleaved the Ocean, terrified that if his answer failed to satisfy Temperance, he would be cleaved in two by the sword.

"Didn't succeed?"

Luther nodded and said, "Okay, I'll show you again." As he spoke, he turned around once more and swung the "Blade of Flesh and Spirit" towards the Sea, letting the sharp sword energy cut through the Sea and create a magnificent scene.

The reason Luther was so patient was mainly because he had some free time recently. He was just waiting for the official action from Loen and also wanted to get to know Miss [Magician] better so that she, as a fellow member of the Tarot Club, wouldn't be so afraid of him.

So he tried his best to be friendly, not only taking her to her destination, but also deliberately showing her his powerful strength so she Record, in order to speed up the digestion of the Potion.

"Gurgle..."

Feeling the blast of air rushing towards him, as if it were about to cut through his skin, Fors Consciousness swallowed.

If I fail to "Record" today, am I going to die here...?

She didn't understand Luther's intentions; she only instinctively thought that [Temperance] was giving her a task, and that if she couldn't meet the other party's demands, she would suffer terrible consequences.

In order to survive, Miss Salted Fish unleashed her powerful strength and finally, after Luther unleashed his sixth Slash, successfully Record the ability of Sequence 4 at her Sequence 6 rank.

"[Temperance] Sir, I've taken note..."

Fors said with immense relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

However, before she could even laugh properly, she saw Luther across from her calmly nod:

"Well done. Now, let's Record the next one." With that, he raised his hand, conjuring Silver Rapier in his palm, and swung it towards the Sea ahead, instantly cleaving the nearby waters into countless fragments!

"..."

Fors' smile froze.

So for the entire morning, she was forced to stand on the front line, facing a barrage of powerful abilities, almost numbly trying to "Record" each time, succeeding at one and then moving on to the next, repeating this process over and over.

"I've helped her so much, she should be grateful and less afraid of me now..."

Luther thought to himself.

"Help, I need to go home..."

Fors like crying but had no tears, he thought to himself.

After spending the entire morning in friendly conversation with the [Magician], until the other's Spirituality was exhausted, Luther finally left the island.

He Travel directly to a building in the North Borough of Backlund.

The website suduɡu. cc is the first site to update this page, and it's error-free. If you don't see the ". cc" suffix in the address, you'll be taken to the first update site. The building's address is 22 Phelps Street, and the sign on the exterior wall reads "Loen Charity Education Fund Foundation".

That's right, this is the headquarters of an educational foundation. This foundation was initiated by the mysterious billionaire Dwayne Dantès, spearheaded by the Church of Evernight, and established with donations from many high-society figures. Its aim is to provide financial assistance to impoverished students who are eager to learn.

Since its establishment, this foundation has brought hope to many students in dire straits, enabling them to complete their studies and achieve self-improvement. It enjoys a good reputation in all sectors of society. Now that the country is facing a crisis, the foundation has added new charitable projects, providing medical and food assistance to refugees, helping them find work, and so on.

Inside a room on the second floor.

"Wait a moment, let me sign a document first."

The white-haired, refined old gentleman Dwayne Dantès, smiled at the blood-red-robed man before him, then picked up a pen and skillfully signed his name in cursive script on several forms.

"Give these to the Accountant, and remember to close the door behind you when you leave. Don't let anyone else in."

He handed the documents to his Secretary and said.

"Yes..."

The latter, with a dazed expression and a glimmer of gold in his eyes, turned and left the room.

"You've already started using Hvin Rambis's Marionette?"

Across the table, Luther pulled up a chair and sat down. "How is it? Anything unusual?" "No problem, thank you for your help."

Klein chuckled, "It's a pity we can't provide the Main Ingredient for [Justice]."

"It's okay, I have some."

Luther waved his hand and said, "I still have the [Gluttony] Characteristic of the other member of the Psychological Alchemists' Council. I'll just separate it later and sell her a Sequence 5."

That Characteristic had provided him with a crucial clue, revealing that [Greed]'s Real Name was Sophia. Without it, he would have remained deceived indefinitely.

"Yes, that would be best."

Klein nodded.

He rose from his chair, took a Silver Dagger, and traced it around the room, causing Spirituality to gush from the tip of the dagger, forming Wall of Spirituality to shield him from the outside world. Then he took a box from his pocket.

Upon opening the box, inside was a dark Filth substance, somewhat resembling an ointment.

Klein found a Mirror, cut off a piece of black substance, and smeared it evenly on the Mirror's surface. A few seconds later, the Mirror began to darken and deepen, its interior layered as if connecting to another world.

Soon, the mirror reflected an environment completely different from the current room. In the pitch-black Abyssal stood a lovely girl with a round face and soft, sweet features, wearing Dark Black Long Dress.

The Demoness Trissy. "Finally, you've contacted me."

Trissy's eyes darted between Luther and Klein, then she smiled charmingly and said to Klein, "I thought you were afraid of the Loen Royal Family and had already planned to give up."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Luther said coldly, "Don't try to 'incite' me. Do you really think I can't find you just because you're in a Mirror?"

Trissy's smile froze.

"Alright, alright, you two, if you have any grievances, take them out on George III."

Klein mediated the situation.

In preparation for the final battle, they needed to exchange some information.