In an unlit house at 12 Winst Street in Cherwood Borough, a slender man stood before a second-floor window, looking down at a carriage that had just passed the door.
"What's wrong? Feeling a little bitter?" A woman's voice came from behind him, as captivating as a nightingale's song.
"Not really... I never intended to kill that detective." The man slowly shook his head and watched the carriage disappear. "I'm just wondering who that Spectator Pathway Beyonder was, arriving at just the right moment with so many powerful Mystical Items."
"All I can say for certain is that he wasn't from the Psychology Alchemists... And he might not even be a Spectator." The woman spoke again only after several seconds of silence.
The man nodded. "Any guesses?"
"No... You investigated that detective beforehand. You should know he has friends everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if a bishop from the Church of Evernight or the Church of Steam came to save him with a Sealed Artifact." She paused, then asked, "Are you still planning to scare those detectives as planned to conceal your real objective?"
"Of course. How else would I convince those fools I'm really avenging that dog? But if the person from tonight is there, I won't show myself..." A contemptuous smile tugged at the man's lips. "As for whether the authorities will try to ambush me, you know that's impossible!"
"Just be careful... As agreed, I won't help you again before you make your move." Though she was warning him, her tone was almost coquettish.
"Heh. Don't worry. If I want to escape, even an ordinary demigod won't be able to track me." His answer was full of confidence.
"A confident man... I like that!" Temptation suffused the woman's voice. "Would you like to explore with me how