Prophecy

"Witch" are seen as feminine forces that bring Calamity... Calamity... When Jenna Acting of the "Instigator," she realized that Instigation inevitably brings Calamity, only the victim is uncertain and can be changed according to the "Instigator's" subjective intentions. Therefore, she is quite sensitive to the word "Calamity" and feels that this may be an important entry point for Acting the role of the "Witch."

At the same time, she also confirmed a guess:

"Negative power... ' Witch ' indeed corresponds to negative power..."

"Sequence 2 of the ' Assassin ' Pathway is called ' Calamity Witch '... This shows that even at the Half-God level, Calamity is a key element..."

Jenna nodded slightly, walked to the door of the Living Room, turned the knob on the wall, and adjusted the Gas Wall Lamp there to its lowest setting.

After she set up the four Gas Wall Lamp, the room became quite dim, with a lot of shadows mixed in with the faint light, as if something terrifying was about to happen.

Franca looked around, half curious and half confirming, and asked, "Are you creating a dark, scary, and eerie environment?"

Jenna smiled and said, "In all kinds of plays and novels, aren't Witch always introduced in such settings?"

"Truly a true Apprentice Actor." Franca praised Jenna while also feeling a bit proud, because she herself had quickly grasped what it took to Acting a "Witch," and she had even made Darkness Potion for a while—they were effective, but far inferior to those of the "Apothecary."

In the gloomy, dimly lit room, Jenna returned to the little bull's side.

She leaned slightly forward and uttered two Hermetic Vocabulary in a low voice:

"Your Archbishop."

Nothing happened.

Lumian, who was outside the door, chuckled to himself, thinking that Jenna was very serious about her acting. Even though she knew she was not the Gifted of Fate and could not use the simplified "Animal Transformation," she still had to go through the pre-set process in order to Acting the "Witch."

Lumian raised his voice, Imitation the grandeur of Termiboros, like a Concealment presence responding to a "Witch" chanting evil Incantation:

"Your Archbishop."

Inside the Living Room, Gloom light emerged, and the brown Cowhide ripped open, revealing Buwal Pompairo in only a white shirt, black trousers, and dark socks.

Having done this, Lumian continued forward until he reached the front door of No. 20 Terrace Street, gazing through the bay window at the drizzle that seemed to be merging into the Evernight.

Jenna then half-squatted down and placed her right hand lightly on Buwal's forehead.

Black Flames erupted from her palms and entered the body of the "Sinners" organization's liaison.

They didn't make any crackling or Burning sounds; instead, like a black stream, they submerged Buwal from the inside out.

After about ten seconds, Buwal suddenly convulsed.

After a few moments, his body suddenly relaxed, and a foul odor of incontinence emanated from him.

He lost his life.

Dressed as Women mercenary Jenna looked at her clothes with dissatisfaction, stood up, and reached out her hand to Franca.

Franca understood the mystery and power of her Acting as a "Witch" and cooperated by placing a bottle of Prophecy Potion in her palm.

Jenna knelt down again and poured the potion into Buwal's mouth.

A Gloom liquid, constantly bubbling and emitting a faint silvery-black glow, entered the Corpse's mouth and remained there.

A faint whistling Wind Sound arose, and the extremely dim light from the Gas Wall Lamp was tinged with a faint blue hue.

Sensing this somewhat familiar Change, Lumian knew that Buwal was completely dead and that the Gift Power had returned to the Mother. So he turned back from the front door, passed Anthony Reid, and went back into the Living Room.

Glug!

He heard the sound of the Corpse swallowing the liquid.

With a jolt, Buwal sat up, his face deathly Pale White, his eyes becoming transparent and colorless.

Gazing at the rich colors, Pure Light, invisible figures, and Mercury-Colored shimmer within her transparent Eyes, Jenna marveled at how wondrous it was, while enduring the intense chill, and turned her gaze to Lumian and Franca.

She didn't have any questions; she was just Acting.

Franca gestured for Lumian to think about the problem, while she would focus on studying so that she could make good use of the remaining potion of Prophecy Potion in the future.

Having prior experience and knowing the rules, Lumian considered briefly before asking Jenna, "Ask where Vazan Sanson, the former Boss the Vazan Café in the Trier District of the Republic of Intis, will be at this time next week."

This question, besides its explicit meaning, also contains a hidden test:

If Buwal's Corpse cannot answer or gives seemingly normal answers, it means that by this time next week, Vazan Sanson will have left the place where these powerful Gifted are currently staying, and Calamity may have already broken out!

Jenna nodded slightly and, in a Charm yet deep voice, posed the question to Buwal's Corpse.

The Corpse's Paleness face, illuminated by the dim blue light, appeared tinged with a faint green. It opened its mouth and replied in Intis language, "Room 7."

Room 7... So specific? But without the restrictive description from before... Lumian originally thought that Buwal's Corpse would answer with a very vague description like "Trier Red Princess District," just like That One previous victim he used. This would narrow down the scope of the investigation after the "Tarot Club." But he didn't expect that Buwal's Corpse would directly state the room number where Vazan Sanson was currently located.

For Lumian, an answer like "Trier's Red Princess District" was more useful, since there were countless Room 7 throughout Trier.

Besides, what if Room 7 isn't in Trier? Planning and preparing for a conspiracy doesn't necessarily have to be done in Trier!

"Buwal was Gifted of the Fate Pathway, possessing both the ability to Destiny and the Corruption left by the power of Fate... After his Corpse drank the Prophecy Potion, it must have seen more and foreseen more clearly than the ordinary dead, hence this Change?" Lumian muttered to himself.

He immediately asked a confirmatory question:

Ask him where Pualis de Rochfort from the Dalege Region of the Leston Province of the Republic of Intis is at this time next week.

After hearing the "Witch's" account, Buwal's Corpse replied in a faint, ethereal voice, "Room 12."

Room 12, Room 7... As expected, Madame Pualis and Vazan Sanson were in the same place. These powerful Gifted of the Evil God Cult in Trier were certainly not gathered together for food and drink... Lumian nodded slightly, quickly thinking about what questions to ask next.

From the two answers just now, he vaguely guessed that the "Prophecy" seemed to be strongly interfered with regarding the place where those Evil God Gift-Bearers were currently staying, and could not provide any truly effective information. He could only ask in a different direction.

A few seconds later, Lumian looked at Jenna and asked, "When will Vazan Sanson leave the building he's currently in?"

This roughly corresponds to the time when the Calamity might occur, or when there will be any major operations.

The strange images in Buwal's eyes were rapidly fading. After hearing Jenna's question, he opened his mouth and faintly replied, "Rain, water..."

At this point, Buwal's eyes burst open with a bang, spraying out blood and leaving only two holes Corruption with black and red.

His body began to swell, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time; it became Paleness, dull, and damp.

The next second, the Corpse vanished from Lumian and the others' sight, as if it had never existed.

Holding the Mirror, Franca, who intended to use Curse to deal with the Mutation Corpse, lost her target. She quickly looked around and only found traces left by the bursting of two eyeballs.

"Did this Prophecy something extraordinary or something that suffered a terrible backlash and was dragged away by something unknown?" Franca quickly made a judgment based on her limited experience.

She then exclaimed, "See? Divination and Prophecy are very dangerous things."

Lumian nodded and said, "Let's leave here now and go to Buwal's house to retrieve the remaining Spoils of War."

"Yes, we need to be prepared for unexpected events." Jenna raised her head and looked at the ceiling. "What should we do with Pauline and the other followers of the Evil God? Kill them all?"

"I'll take care of it! I'll handle this!" Franca raised her hand. "I need to have some fun, no, Pleasure!"

She wanted to simply play the Acting.

Seeing the strange looks from Jenna and Lumian, Franca spat.

"What are you thinking? It's not like you can only get Pleasure from doing that kind of thing!"

"Do something to amuse yourself?" Lumian scoffed as he walked out of the Living Room, leaving behind a single sentence:

You have five minutes.

Five minutes? Franca muttered as she sat down at the Brass-Colored Mechanical Typewriter, put on Gloves, and began typing rapidly.

Not long after, Pauline and the Butler, who were tightly bound to the Master Bedroom bedroom, each had a piece of paper attached to their bodies, each with the following words:

"We are followers of Evil God god!"

"Faith exists in the name of Fate!"

"Arrest us!"

Our leader is Vazan Sansong!

"Vazan Sansun and his core Subordinate somewhere, and they're supposedly going to stay for three months!"

They went there more than two months ago!

"I possess ' Regeneration,' ' Danger Premonition,' and ' Arc Lightning,' so please be extremely careful!"

After pasting all the Paper, Franca looked around and was very satisfied and happy.

She then said to the unconscious Pauline, "The flexibility of a ' Dancer ' might help you break free of the ropes. I can only put you under two more layers of unconsciousness."

Before she finished speaking, she had already ignited Pauline's Spirit Body with Black Flame, making her extremely weak, and then added a dose of the "Bliss Society '" sleeping potion.

Franca clapped her hands, then turned and left the room.

Behind her, black Flames flowed everywhere, Burning various traces.

After confirming that the alarm had been successfully raised, Lumian and his accomplices retrieved valuables that could be quickly converted into cash from Buwal's home, which was also located in the Library District.

Having returned to his original Market District, Lumian was about to ask Franca something when he suddenly saw a figure flash by in the darkness outside the window.

The figure was wearing White Shirt, black trousers, and dark socks. Its eyes were empty and hollow, and its skin was swollen and pale, as if it had been soaked in water.

Buwal Pompairo!

The Corpse of Buwal Pompairo that disappeared before!