The Last Meal

When Altair finally came to his senses and looked at Vivian beside him, he noticed that she was blushing, as if she were reminiscing about the past.

"What are you thinking about?" Altair asked with a knowing chuckle.

"No, it's nothing," Vivian replied softly, her tone evasive.

After saying this, she lowered her head and stopped looking directly at Altair.

However, perhaps because Altair has just Ascension Pain Witch, she exudes an alluring charm at all times.

So she frequently glanced at Altair out of the corner of her eye.

Sensing her gaze, Altair used his "Telepathist" ability to discern her thoughts, but he didn't pay it any mind. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Have you finished digesting the characteristics of that ' Demoness of Affliction '?"

Vivian shook her head, staring intently at Altair, and said softly, as if blaming herself, "No, I can even feel that the properties of that mass haven't changed at all; it's still the same as always."

"I----"

Vivian was about to continue explaining when Altair said in a sweet, gentle voice, "You don't need to explain, I understand."

I've always understood your feelings; why do you need to tell me?

Perhaps it was these words that made Vivian feel a sense of warmth and trust, so she softly replied, "I understand."

Upon hearing this, Vivian pursed her lips slightly, tightened her chin a little, and blushed slightly, revealing an unspoken tenderness.

Seeing this, Altair persisted, continuing to ask the same question, "What are you thinking about?"

Vivian opened her eyes wide, her face flushed, and retorted, "You should know that."

Looking at the person in front of him, Altair tempted, "Do you really want to?"

Vivian gave a nasal "hmm" and then looked up at Altair.

Outside the laboratory, at the entrance, the personal maids Irene and Vera stood calmly waiting for the ceremony to end, holding their pajamas.

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But then, as if sensing something, Irene suddenly instructed Vera, "Sister, go and tell Evelyn and the others to prepare bathing supplies and special food, fresh of all."

"Understood." Vera nodded in confusion, glancing towards the laboratory door. Finding nothing amiss, she handed over the clothes and left.

After receiving the clothes, Irene waited anxiously.

After a long while, once the two had separated, Vivian took two deep breaths before excitedly saying, "I really didn't expect it could be like this."

Altair stood to the side and chuckled, "Having fun?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian didn't object, but naturally responded with an "Mmm," replying, "Fun."

When Altair and Vivian walked out of the laboratory together, the first thing they saw was Irene standing alone at the door, waiting.

Altair went over, took the clothes, and put them on by himself.

Looking at the personal maid in front of him, Altair chuckled casually.

"Irene, it seems you haven't been studying well lately."

Upon hearing this, Irene lowered her head in shame, unable to look Altair in the eye.

Vivian looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, and then, after realizing what they meant, chuckled and said to Irene, "What's there to be ashamed of?"

"Isn't this great?"

As she spoke, Vivian quickly took Irene's soft, boneless hand and coaxed, "Irene, although you're just an Assassin now and haven't had a chance to advance, I think you should know what Sequence Six of this Pathway is called. You'll have to face these things sooner or later—"

Irene kept her head down, too ashamed to look up, and said, "Yes, I understand."

On the morning of November 14, 1347, at breakfast, Altair sat in the dining room, slowly and methodically cutting bacon with a knife, while her maid Vera stood beside her, reading the contents of today's Bexland Morning Post.

"On the evening of November 13, 1347, a horrific robbery occurred at the O'Neil Inn in the East District Bexland."

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"A circus troupe from the Principality of Intis was robbed and murdered inside this guesthouse—"

"According to our reporter's undercover investigation, this circus has just finished performing for the Earl Sheffield— "

"According to sources, the Earl Sheffield rewarded them with 200 Gold Pound after the performance—and these Gold Pound were the main reason for their brutal murder."

"After receiving this substantial reward, instead of concealing their actions or avoiding suspicion, they boldly went to the Tussock Newspaper to buy advertising space and publicize it extensively."

"Was the cause of all these Error the Earl Sheffield's kindness, or the circus people's folly?"

Perhaps none of the circus members could have imagined that their lavish dinner that afternoon would be their last.

Before Vera could finish reading, Altair put down his knife, wiped his lips with a napkin, snapped his fingers, and gestured for her to hand him the newspaper.

After Altair took the newspaper, she began to read it alone. The more she read, the more amazed she became. When she was halfway through, she couldn't help herself and threw it away.

She ate her breakfast, still fuming.

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Vera, the personal maid, stood silently by after witnessing this scene, not daring to offer any words of comfort or clean up the trash.

For a moment, the only sound in the restaurant was the chopping of knives.

After Vivian came down from the second floor, she saw the newspaper near the restaurant entrance, picked it up, went inside, and handed it back to Vera, casually saying, "Remember not to litter."

Vera took the newspaper and simply nodded, gesturing for her to look at Altair.

When Vivian saw Altair's angry expression, she asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry so early in the morning?"

Altair didn't reply, but simply gestured to Vera to hand the newspaper back to Vivian.

After taking the newspaper from Vera, Vivian began to examine it. After reading through it, she chuckled, "This reporter is quite interesting."

A good deed turned into a disaster; a poor man was robbed and seriously injured.

"This not only satirizes class differences but also indirectly criticizes the performer's foolishness and suggests that you shouldn't have given such a large reward."

"This is a real talent. Even Trier, the capital of Intis, doesn't have anyone this interesting."

"Hmm~, I feel he has a real talent for Provoker."

"At the same time, I'm also very curious about what gives him the confidence to secretly mock the official forces of Loen."

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