Gathering of the Evil Faction

"I... forgot." A flicker of confusion appeared in Emma's vacant eyes.

"Where is Victor Fowler?" Vinnie Berent asked.

"We broke up," Emma murmured. "I don't know where he is. It wasn't until we broke up that I realized I'd never even met his family."

"Who is your handler?"

"Elder Godzilla of the Biological Alchemy Society."

"Besides you, how many other people from the Free Covenant are there within Heaven's Punishment?" Vinnie Berent pressed.

"I don't know," Emma murmured.

Vinnie Berent was somewhat disappointed, but it was within her expectations. One-way contact and strict secrecy were the most basic rules of espionage. Trying to root out an entire network by capturing a single spy was nearly impossible.

But the information they had obtained today was already enough.

"Her cognition was distorted," Vinnie Berent said carefully.

"She was taken by the man called Victor Fowler to some gathering, where she listened to God's revelation on a bed forged from gold. That should have been some kind of ritual—a ritual that caused Orderly Professions to fall.

"As for whether the source of that corruption was the so-called 'God' or the golden bed, there's no way to know."

Zhao Chenghuang's expression turned grave. "The golden bed's function should be similar to the Fallen Holy Grail in the Second District. It's a tool Evil Professions use to control Orderly Professions."

In the Second District, the Fallen Holy Grail was a rule-type item dreaded by all Orderly Professions. Even someone as exceptionally gifted as the Demon Lord had been unable to escape the fate of becoming a servant until he returned to the Spirit Realm.

If the First District also possessed such an item, it meant the Free Covenant could steadily create Fallen ones. Today's companion might become tomorrow's traitor. There would be no way to