Hide-and-Seek

"Strange—" Walking on the Deck, Neph's brows furrowed. "Where did such a big person go?"

Where did they go?

After leaving Klein, she searched for Medici. On one hand, she was curious about Ince Will's current situation and wanted to know if he had become her "colleague" and also about the status of "0-08". On the other hand, she was on a ship of the Loen Military, and she could prove her identity whether she was facing the Loen Military or the Church of Evernight.

Moreover, the Red Angel's sneer still echoed in my ears, clearly indicating that He had no intention of hiding and had even greeted Neph twice!

Neph thought the Red Angel would be easy to find under these circumstances, and she might just bump into her around any corner. However, she had almost circled the ship, and even greeted the Demigod from the Church and the military, but she still hadn't seen the Red Angel —what was going on?!

At that moment, on the second floor of the cabin, in front of a window in a room, Ince Will was talking to himself. "Since you greeted her, why didn't you see her?"

"How interesting," a vivid sneer appeared on that sculpted face, his tone instantly turning flippant, "I already said hello, why do we have to meet?"

Ince Will's expression shifted, a hint of surprise appearing before his lively smile returned, "Speaking of which, some people really remember their status as wanted criminals, hiding and not even daring to greet acquaintances—but you and him are close friends."

"----Take out his heart, and you consider that a heart-to-heart talk?" Ince Will asked, his smile gone.

"Neph told me that she had retrieved the Death God's Ring, but she had kept Ring in a place accessible only to her."

After finishing the second letter, Klein picked up the Copper Whistle on the table, blew it once, then called the letter out, leaned back in his chair, and remained still.

He had already written to Leonard about Ince Will, but out of consideration for the other Nighthawks around him, he didn't deliver the letter to Leonard himself. Instead, he sent it to 7 Pinsters Street —a number he had previously confirmed with Leonard to have the means to monitor that location.

I don't know if he received the letter— Ince —I need to get the last piece of main material as soon as possible, and also, finish the role-playing as soon as possible—

Klein sat in the chair, propping his forehead up with one hand, a hint of fatigue on his face.

Colin Iliad sat in the dark Quarantine room, recalling his experience in the Mausoleum.

On the illusory, pitch-black river, the waves slowly subsided, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that had tried to reach out either evaporated completely or had to retract.

Around the Altar, the earth was parched and cracked, and white feathers stained with Butter were scattered everywhere.

The Giant had simultaneously plunged the two straight swords in his hands into the body of the Former Chief, pinning the rotting Monster, who was no shorter than him, to the collapsed Altar. Meanwhile, the Dragon-Hunting Bow in Waite Chirmont's hand condensed into a silver-white arrow filled with violent energy, aiming at the Former Chief's head, which was covered with only a small amount of flesh and blood.

A shadow suddenly leaped out from the "Silver Knight" Evil Spirit beside them and landed on the illusory black tube on the Former Chief's body that stretched into the infinite distance.

As the unreal thin tube drew closer, the shadow suddenly deepened, becoming as black as the most depraved and Evil thoughts in the human mind.

Colin Iliad clenched the Charm in his hand, but ultimately did nothing.

Lovia stood to the side, her eyes sweeping over the Chief without a ripple, before letting out a deep sigh.

The Deck was filled with discussions about how humans could turn into flames. Neph shook her head, thinking that the other party was indeed worthy of being from Intis and worthy of being Demigod of the "Hunter" Pathway.

"This style of doing things, completely disregarding whether ordinary people see it or not, feels like the Iron-Blooded Earth Society—" she muttered, leaning against the railing. "That area now belongs to the Sauron Family and Einhorn Family, right? In that case, it's not surprising at all that Medici had a conflict with him—speaking of which, there's actually another ' Conqueror ' share over there, isn't there? I remember that's the one He originally got—"

Having given up on finding Medici, Neph simply stayed on the Deck. The ship wasn't far from its next stop, and if Medici disembarked at the next port, she might still have a chance to see him.

Just as she expected, the ship stopped at Midway Island in the Berserk Sea, where many passengers who were scheduled to disembark at the current port were carrying their suitcases and heading up the gangway to the pier.

Neph's gaze swept over the group, and just as she was about to search them more closely, Klein suddenly grabbed her forearm from behind.

Neph instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but stopped abruptly upon seeing a figure, pursing her lips slightly.

She glanced at Klein and called softly, "Klein?"

"I'm fine," Klein smiled at her. "I'm just sorry, I can't kill him right now."

Neph fell silent. She glanced at Ince Will's back as he disappeared into the crowd, and after a few seconds of contemplation, she said, "Gurain City is a good place. Perhaps you can find a new Marionette there to replace the soon-to-be-obsolete Seniors."

"However, Ludwell has another use—as a powerful Gatekeeper," he might play an unexpected role in dealing with Ince Will.

"Oh, by the way, you might also need the 'Luck Thief ' Charm, which is Charm made by praying to yourself using Worm of Time as a raw material. Hmm—Poor Pallez, if you need Worm of Time, I might be able to get you one."

These almost explicit words caused Klein to show undisguised surprise. He temporarily pulled himself out of his memories of the past, his gaze falling on Neph, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Neph paused slightly, realizing just how far she had strayed from her usual behavior. She murmured, "I've really gone mad—"

"I was actually thinking just now that I could pray to Amon to get you a Worm of Time— "

This is indeed feasible. After all, the Angel of Time wouldn't hesitate to use their Worm of Time on any believer who dares to pray willingly. Neph, now Demigod, is confident she can handle this special gift. As for how to deal with Amon's persistent attacks—

Neph raised her hand and made an Inverted Cross in front of her chest.

If a child misbehaves, of course you should call the parents.

She thought about these things with a hint of jokingness, and a touch of emotion.

He spoke with emotion, "Actually, as I changed the trajectory of your Fate and altered certain storylines, these stories also continuously left their mark on me."

"To this day, I can no longer view all of this as merely a story."

She pressed the tip of her tongue against her front teeth, swallowing back the last word that was bobbing in her throat.

"Pure White Walker"—I originally thought this was something like "Dreamwalker," where the Acting Method involved things like "I came alone, and I leave alone," but now it seems—

Leaving traces is actually the most important part of the "Pure White Walker"----

That makes sense. The Memory Collection Hall can preserve traces of memories being modified or deleted. The "Pure White Walker" seem to have left no trace, but in reality, the act of concealing traces is itself a trace for them—hmm, in that sense, * The Groselle's Travels * has another use for me; I can use it to advance my role-playing progress—

As she sighed slowly, Klein gently shook his head and said, "It would be a terrible thing if you could really see all of this as just a story."

"Imagine, after we've spent so much time together and been through so much together, if you still see me as a character in a novel, how terrible would that be?"

"You know, even when reading novels, people can develop feelings for the characters in the story."

"Hmm—" Neph began hesitantly, "But developing feelings for a character in a story is different from developing feelings for a real person."

She paused, trying to organize her thoughts. "Real people have their own thoughts; they have the life they desire and the ending they long for. But the characters in stories are different; they don't have these things."

"When I fall in love with a character, I long for him or her to have a happy ending. Well, dying a worthy death can also be considered a kind of happiness"—but this "happiness" is actually just my opinion! It's my conjecture based on my own understanding of the character!

"And true people, regarding what constitutes perfection," they genuinely have their own ideas.

This passage is not difficult for Klein to understand. He only needs to recall Neph's attitude before and after to realize that as she increasingly regards him as a living "person", Neph has actually become more respectful of his wishes.

However, this also made Klein think of another question. He recalled what Neph had said when she left the Tarot Club and asked thoughtfully, "What if—I mean, what if—I chose a path that goes against you?"

"I will bless you," Neph replied without hesitation, "And then I will pray that we never meet again."

Klein paused for a few seconds. Instead of asking what would happen if they met, he said quietly, "Your attitude reminds me of a saying."

"What?" Neph was taken aback.

Klein replied, "Respect, blessings, and don't die on my doorstep."

"----" Neph revealed an expression of near despair.

Klein chuckled, ending the discussion and continuing the previous topic, "Ahem, alright—if you could find me a Worm of Time, I would be extremely grateful."

"Besides, Neph ----"

Why are you emphasizing the Gatekeeper?

"Could it be that Ince Will has provoked an Evil Spirit he can't afford to offend?"

Neph nodded.

"You know the identity of that Evil Spirit," Klein said confidently.

Neph paused for a moment before replying, "I guess you could say I know."

"The main thing is, I don't quite understand their current situation—but anyway, it won't affect your revenge."

"That's a Hunter - Pathway Evil Spirit," Klein continued to speculate. "You said it was your colleague— Hunter -Pathway —could it be the ' War Angel '?"

"----?" Neph's expression froze slightly. "No---- I know my hints were quite obvious, you didn't need to guess so quickly, did you?"

"Is that a hint? You've practically slapped the answer in my face—" Klein's lips twitched. "The Gatekeeper, the Provoker, the Conspirer, the colleague—I can't pretend anymore."

"----" Neph looked away.

Leonard lay in bed with his eyes closed, trying to relax, when suddenly an old voice echoed in his mind, "Kid, your former colleague has written you another letter?"

"Again?" Leonard sat up, unable to resist complaining, "Couldn't he just say it all at once? What did he write?"

"Ince Will disembarked at Midway Island," Pallez replied. "According to the information from that 'Pure White ' lady, she is possessed by the former War Angel, Medici. We cannot yet determine the nature of their relationship."

"Medici?" Leonard repeated, "War Angel?"

Pallez chuckled in response, "Legend has it that in the Third Epoch, when the Ancient Sun God ruled over everything, he was surrounded by many Angel. Among these Angel, the eight who were the leaders were called the King of Angel, the War Angel." Medici was one of them.

"Haven't you always been curious about the origin of 'Pure White '? Among the eight King of Angel, one of them is called the White Angel."

"Of course, this ' Pure White ' lady could never be a White Angel," this is the name of Potion from the "Sun" Pathway, Sequence 1. The "White Angel" is the King of Angel of the "Sun" Pathway. As for that "Pure White" lady—

"I think it's a miracle she wasn't Purification by the ' Sun '."

The previously evasive Pallez suddenly bombarded Leonard with a barrage of information, leaving him dizzy. He rubbed his head and said, "Old Man, wait a minute, let me catch my breath—"

"You mean, if we want revenge, we have to fight an King of Angel?"

"I don't know," Pallez replied coldly. "I just want to remind you not to go and get yourself killed. As for what your former colleague thinks, you'll have to ask him."

"I understand—" Leonard closed his eyes, organizing his thoughts.

"What can I do?" He tried copying down the answers.

"What can you do? You're only Sequence 6. Even if Ince Will hasn't mastered 0-08," you're not qualified to Revenge on him. He only needs to partially reveal his Mythical Creature Form to make you lose control or go Lunatic on the spot. Your chances of successfully Revenge are 0! That's the qualitative change brought about by Divinity,"Pallez said in a rather serious tone.

After a brief pause, His tone softened. "The Uniqueness thing you can do now is to advise your former colleague not to be so foolish as to think about going to be with an King of Angel."

War! Even if it's just an Evil Spirit of the King of Angel!