Although I've always had the urge to pray to the " The Fool," hoping to break free from the Psychological Suggestion planted by Father Utravsky, I'm also well aware that reciting the name of someone of unknown origin is quite dangerous. Not all Hidden Existence will offer bait first and guide you slowly. In such matters, they are often like sharks in the ocean; once they smell blood, they will frantically pounce...
So now... what exactly does Lord Nibes, no, the Progenitor, intend to do?
Emlyn White began, with a sense of absurdity:
This would be very, very, very dangerous.
Inside the coffin, forged from black iron, Nibes Odora responded in an aged voice:
Yes, that's how it is normally.
"But not all Hidden Existence are malicious. Among them, there are also those who abide by the rules and love to trade, such as the Seven Lights of the Spirit World."
"Since the Progenitor gave such a revelation, it means that the danger that the ' The Fool ' may bring is not too serious, or even non-existent."
"And throughout this process, I will always be there to protect you."
"Don't you want to break free from Psychological Suggestion? Have you become a follower of Earth Mother and abandoned the Moon?"
"No, I didn't!" Emlyn denied hastily.
He remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"I'd like to have a few days to consider this."
"Alright, no problem. I believe you will make a choice befitting your noble status Sanguine." Nibes's voice softened from inside the coffin as he smiled reassuringly.
After escorting Emlyn White back to the second floor, Kasimi Odora re-entered the dark and gloomy underground hall, asking with confusion and doubt:
"Grandfather, how could Emlyn White be mentioned in the revelation given by the Progenitor? He's just a weak Sanguine who hasn't been an adult for long."
Nibes's voice pierced through the thick, black iron coffin lid, carrying a slight, resonant hum.
No, Emlyn White was never mentioned in the revelations given by the Progenitor.
"He merely depicted the scene of the Apocalypse, the erosion from the red moon, and mentioned the ' The Fool ' and his corresponding name."
"No Sanguine appeared during this process. The so-called key figure was just something I fabricated to convince Emlyn White."
"However, being able to risk everything for the future of the Sanguine is itself a crucial matter."
Kasimi was initially taken aback, but then a new question arose:
Why did you choose Emlyn White? What's so special about him?
Nibes Odora suddenly chuckled:
"Hasn't he been constantly clamoring to pray to the ' The Fool '? Doesn't he think we're not taking his problems seriously enough, that he doesn't want to be at odds with Bishop Utravsky, and that he wants to seek help elsewhere?"
I'll grant his wish this time.
Kasimi stood there, speechless for a long time.
Emlyn White stood by the second-floor railing, looking down at his tireless kinsmen, and nervously took a sip of the "fine wine."
At least until today, I haven't heard of anyone suffering a tragic fate for praying to " The Fool "... Perhaps, as Lord Nibes said, " The Fool," like the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, is a lawful and zealous Hidden Existence... Wait, what are the Seven Lights of the Spirit World? I've never heard of them before; they seem to be of the good side. I wonder if this can help me... Anyway, " The Fool " isn't necessarily that dangerous, and I have Lord Nibes protecting me... Perhaps I can really take this opportunity to break free from Psychological Suggestion... Emlyn comforted himself with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Monday morning, Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein squatted in front of the toilet, holding a brush, carefully cleaning the grime inside.
As planned, after completing all the "visits" on Saturday and Sunday, he decided to take a day off and report the final results to Prince Edessak the next day to hand over the task. However, during what should have been a relaxing time, he found that the house was excessively messy and dirty.
Seeing this, Klein suddenly remembered something: his house cleaning was done twice a week by the landlady next door's maid, who was hired temporarily.
As the Summer family went on vacation to City of Sevia in Desi Bay, one of the maids who had accompanied them and the other who had received their year-end bonus returned to the countryside. His residence at 15 Minsk Street had not been cleaned for a long time.
Klein had originally planned to wait a couple of days, since he was about to "leave" Backlund anyway. But once he had some free time, he didn't dare sneak off to the Cragg Club for entertainment, for fear of angering Prince Edessak. So he had to stay at home. He found everything displeasing, so he simply changed into his old clothes and started doing a thorough cleaning before the New Year.
Scrubbing toilets, washing bathtubs, wiping windows, mopping floors, cleaning utensils, starching clothes... Klein was busy from 8 a. m. to 11 p. m. before he could barely finish the scheduled cleaning.
Of course, he just did it casually, without being very meticulous.
Sometimes, renting a house that's too big isn't a good thing... Klein washed his hands and dried his face with a towel.
Stepping out of the bathroom, looking at the clean and tidy living room and dining room, and seeing the sunlight shining through the clouds onto the transparent glass windows, creating golden patches, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment, and his mood improved as a result.
Klein treated himself to lunch by going out to find a nice restaurant... He went back upstairs to change his clothes.
Just as he was flipping through the newspaper, waiting for his pleasant lunchtime, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"It's almost New Year's, and someone still wants to ask you for a task?" Klein got up and walked towards the door, determined to refuse the other party.
Although he only had £34 left in cash, he needed to go on a "vacation" in the south as soon as possible to escape the oppression of the royal family and could no longer take on any more missions.
To his surprise, the visitor was not a stranger, but Prince Edessak's old butler.
The old butler, dressed in a well-tailored long tailcoat, bowed respectfully without being arrogant or disrespectful:
" Detective Moriarty, His Highness the Prince is waiting for you in his carriage at the street corner, hoping to learn about the progress of the investigation."
So eager? Good, saves me from having to make another trip to the Red Rose Manor tomorrow... Klein quickly Reorganization the words he had conceived last night and calmly replied:
"OK."
He was about to take his hat off the coat rack when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, the kind of pain that makes you want to sit on the toilet.
He hesitated for a moment, then, realizing he couldn't hold back any longer, apologized to the old butler:
"I'm so sorry, I need to go to the restroom first, my stomach isn't feeling well."
The old butler showed no unusual expression.
"That's your freedom."
After wiping away the remaining food in his stomach in waves, but still quite satisfyingly, Klein washed his hands and returned to the foyer.
At this moment, he discovered that the old butler was no longer there, and waiting outside was the maid with naturally curly brown hair.
"His Highness asked me to apologize to you. He has other matters to attend to and cannot wait much longer. Please come to the Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the day after tomorrow afternoon," the maid said with impeccable manners.
It hasn't even been 10 minutes yet, and I've already done my best... Normally, holding a newspaper, I could squat for a while longer... Klein smiled and said:
"No problem."
Having received a response, the maid, having completed her task, immediately relaxed and chuckled:
" Detective Moriarty, you've missed your chance with that lady again."
"Huh?" Klein looked slightly bewildered.
The maid lowered her voice and said:
"That young lady was with His Highness this time; it was she who suggested we take a detour to visit you."
So, I missed it because of a stomachache? That doesn't seem right... Klein frowned slightly.
Inside a room covered with a thick, soft carpet.
The quill pen being held stopped writing.
Below it, spread out, were lines of words and numerous scribbles:
(smear)
"The target tried to break free, but unfortunately, Detective Sherlock Moriarty had already left before she went downstairs."
"The target affected the surrounding maids, but Prince Edessak's butler, Finkel, accidentally discovered the problem and took action."
(smear)
"The target once again veered off course, attending Talym's funeral in Prince Edessak's place. However, quickly returning to normal, she found herself unable to recognize Sherlock Moriarty and could only pitifully miss the opportunity."
Sherlock Moriarty went to the Red Rose Manor to investigate, but the timing was wrong; his target happened to be riding a horse at the golf course.
(smear)
"The objective once again triumphed over the plan, urging Prince Edessak to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Unfortunately, Sherlock Moriarty was suffering from a stomachache and spent 7 minutes and 45 seconds in the restroom, while the prince could not wait."
The middle-aged man, whose features were sculpted but who was blind in one eye, put down his quill pen and looked at the woman to his side, saying:
"What exactly did you put on her? Repeatedly pushing the boundaries will cause serious problems."
The woman chuckled softly and said:
"It was just an accident, don't worry too much, there won't be any problems."
As she spoke, she pulled her hair back, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Then, she slowly applied various products to her face, making her even more radiant.
Watching her gracefully put on her clothes and jewelry, the middle-aged man with dark gold hair frowned slightly and said:
"Where are you going?"
The woman didn't answer directly, but smiled and said:
"Watch out for that quill pen in your hand; you almost swapped bodies with someone last time."
"I don't need you to remind me," the middle-aged man with deep blue, almost black eyes said sternly.
The woman tightened her belt, making herself appear even thinner, then stretched slightly and yawned, covering her mouth.
I'm going to visit Mr. A from the Aurora Order.
"Hopefully he's as crazy as the rumors say."
As she spoke, the middle-aged man who was blind in one eye suddenly turned serious, because the ordinary quill pen began to write on its own, as if an invisible hand was holding it.