"No, the Lilliat sisters alone were nowhere near enough to warrant such heavy bait!"
Aaron swiftly sank into thought.
"If the Witch Sisterhood had an informant in the Investigation Bureau, then the Lilliat sisters' excuse for escaping would be a joke. It would be all too easy to conclude that they'd received help from another faction!"
"So... was the target my Invisible Cult? Pollute them to obtain intelligence, while incidentally contaminating more members?"
"Or... had they been after the Spirit of Void from the very beginning?"
A foreboding feeling rose within him.
Following its semi-public appearance in the fall of the God of Suffering, the Spirit of Void and the Invisible Cult had drawn more and more attention.
The eyes of the Age Controllers, of hidden existences, had already descended from the Spirit Realm.
They had even caught hold of the tail end of his faction's outer perimeter and were trying to infiltrate further and further inward!
The situation... would only grow more dangerous!
The next day.
Outside Tias's mausoleum castle.
Aaron stepped out of the cabin and stretched toward the rising sun.
He had already thought it through. As he became more active, attracting this sort of attention was inevitable.
If he wanted greater safety, the only way was to strengthen himself.
When the day came that he completely controlled the Spirit of Void, even rose above all Age Controllers and became a true Creator, then none of these problems would be problems anymore!
"Morning, Aaron."
Lilliat emerged from her room. Seeing the lavish breakfast spread across the solid-wood dining table, along with a newspaper beside it, her eyes widened. "Is that... the Dosom Newspaper? Isn't this regional paper only published in Plymouth? And the date says it's today's."
"Yes, and there's also a gourmet breakfast from an