Red Rose Manor, sun-drenched interior.
Edessak Augustus stood by the French windows, his face grim, staring with predatory intent at Trissy across from him, whose expression remained indifferent. His voice held the urge to erupt like a volcano.
Why are you running away again?
Trissy's gaze passed over him, landing on the window. She chuckled softly and, instead of answering, asked:
Did you see the meteor shower just now? Did you feel the earth tremble?
Behind her, the porcelain and other items displayed in the display case had fallen onto the thick, soft carpet, while the old butler Finkel stood by.
"This isn't too uncommon," Edessak replied in a deep voice.
Trissy raised an eyebrow and said:
You're slow to react.
"Then I'll tell you the truth: I'm a Witch!"
Prince Edessak's expression remained unchanged; he turned to the old butler and said:
"Go and guard the door; don't let anyone in."
"Yes, Your Highness." Finkel glanced coldly at Trissy, then turned and walked out of the sunroom.
Hearing the door close, Edessak slowly exhaled:
" Trissy Cheek, oh, you prefer to be called Trissy."
"I know you're Witch. The person who helped you buy the extraordinary materials failed. Everything you got was provided by me!"
"I don't care if my queen is a ' Witch ' or a ' Witch,' I've even seen your wanted poster!"
Trissy was taken aback at first, then a mocking smile appeared on her face:
"You know a lot..."
"Then do you know that I used to be a man, and my real name is Tris?"
"... What?" Edessak's eyes widened, and he tilted his head slightly, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard.
Upon seeing this, Trissy burst into laughter, laughing so hard she bent over backwards, looking like Lunatic.
"Haha, you heard me right, I used to be a man! I used to be just like you, with a longer and thicker penis! But the ' Witch ' Potion forcibly changed my gender!"
"Isn't it disgusting? Have you already gotten goosebumps?"
She vented her pent-up emotions and took two steps forward.
Edessak instinctively stepped back, his throat bobbing involuntarily.
"No, that's not it... You're a real woman... There's no problem... I can absolutely confirm that!" He murmured to himself first, then raised his voice, "From the moment I met you, you've been a real woman. I don't care what you were like in the past! I can pretend none of that ever happened! What I like, what I love, is you as you are now!"
Trissy paused, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had just escaped her lips from laughing:
You are such a pitiful person.
"Don't you understand? Our meeting wasn't a coincidence, and you even like it..."
She paused as if nauseous, then continued, "Even your liking for me was arranged by someone else. Don't you think everything happened too fast? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such great Magic Power. You acted like the protagonist in a third-rate romance novel, falling in love with a stranger like me after just one meeting, forgetting the person you once liked. It's insane!"
Prince Edessak stared blankly, his mouth agape, but he uttered no words.
His body suddenly swayed, as if he had finally woken up from a long dream.
"You, you are definitely my type... but my reaction, really, really, was too exaggerated..."
Trissy's lips curled up, and she turned her head to chuckle.
"Poor people, even their likes are arranged for them by others, like Puppet on strings."
"Don't you understand? You are someone who can be sacrificed, while I am both a hostage needed for the cooperation between the royal family and the Demoness Sect, and a necessary disguise for deception."
"I am carrying important items of the Demoness Sect, under your strict surveillance, and could be destroyed or lost at any time. This is our demonstration of sincerity in cooperation. But once the matter is exposed and becomes known to the three major churches or other factions in the military, things will unfold very simply: Prince Edessak, lustful and keeping Witch as a concubine, realizes his grave sin and commits suicide. Then, all the problems will be covered up."
"No!" Edessak blurted out.
Then, with a Distortion expression, he asked:
"What are they collaborating on with the Demoness Sect?"
"How could a hostage who could be abandoned at any moment possibly know?" Trissy gave a self-deprecating laugh. "That's all the reasons I wanted to escape."
She lowered her head and chuckled softly, her body trembling slightly with laughter.
After a few seconds, she looked up again, a smile playing on her lips, and said:
"What do you want to do with me? Strip me naked and throw me on the bed? No, you probably already have psychological issues. Actually, I don't mind giving you some warmth now. There's nothing shameful about two pitiful people comforting each other."
Prince Edessak stared at Trissy in silence for nearly a minute, his round face clouded over.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side, saying:
You should leave.
"Leave through that door."
Trissy raised her eyebrows in surprise:
You're going to let me go?
"Hmm." Edessak turned to look out the window and answered slowly, "I will stop Finkel. As for whether you can escape the other pursuers, that depends on your own strength and luck."
Trissy's eyes were glazed over for a few seconds before she quickly ran towards the hidden door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back one last time:
"And you?"
Edessak didn't turn his head, still gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window, as if searching for a shadow of the past.
He smiled and said:
"Me? Let me live in this beautiful story and face its final ending, whether good or bad."
Trissy took a breath, then, without lingering, entered through the hidden door.
Inside a quiet room at Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the head of the Backlund diocese, received an urgent telegram from the Earl Hall's mansion.
The old man, with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes, had an exceptionally clean appearance. Even though he was wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the bottom of their heart, as if their Spirituality is ruled by fear, or as if they are facing an unknown being watching them from the depths of darkness.
Trissy Cheek... the Primordial Demoness... Saint Anthony lightly tapped the paper and immediately stood up.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed up by the darkness in the room.
Inside the church, every worshipper felt for a moment that Evernight had fallen.
Everything quickly returned to normal, Saint Anthony appeared Chanis Gate beneath the church.
Today, the team on duty is led by " Spirit Guide " Daly Simone.
Before she could ask, Archbishop Saint Anthony gave a stern order:
"Get ready, proceed with the process, I'm going to awaken a Sealed Artifact."
He wants to take advantage of "0-17".
He needed to use that terrifying Sealed Artifact to confirm and deal with matters related to Trissy Cheek.
This is the only "0" level Sealed Artifact kept outside the Holy Cathedral, and only two high-ranking members of the entire church know that it is located in the Backlund diocese.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Daly paused for a second before responding immediately.
While waiting, Saint Anthony closed his eyes, and some information about the Sealed Artifact "0-17" naturally surfaced in his mind:
Number: 17.
Name: xxxxx
"Danger Level: '0', Extremely Dangerous, Highest Priority, Highest Confidentiality Level, Do Not Inquire, Do Not Disseminate, Do Not Describe, Do Not Spy."
"Security Level: Pope, Group A Researcher, and Archbishop in charge of the Diocese of Backlund (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred out of the Diocese of Backlund, the relevant memories must be erased using the Sealed Artifact '1-29')"
"Sealing method: The seal is completed through the combination of '1-29' and '1-80'."
Description: This is not an item.
"This is a living Angel."
"She was beautiful, with black hair and eyes, and appeared to be a young woman, but her actual age could not be estimated."
"... He did not have the wings described in the scriptures, and from the outside, he was not significantly different from ordinary people."
"... He lost the ability to think, and lost all his intelligence."
"... Anyone or anything that comes near Him will completely disappear... Through Divination and other means, it can be confirmed that they are still alive and truly exist, but they have never been found. So far, 1825 methods have been tried, all of which have failed."
"... The impact of '0-17' expands and contracts irregularly, and has already resulted in the disappearance of more than 70 researchers."
"Warning: He cannot be exploited!"
Appendix 1: This Sealed Artifact first appeared during the Pale Age of the Quaternary Period. Specific year, date, and location are missing.
Appendix 2: Records show that He was awakened five times.
By passing on messages and searching for the imposter Ince Zangwill, Klein, aided by Divination, overcame the interference of the " Master Key " and made his way to the exit of the Revelation.
He knew very well that with a thorough search, the body in the empty room would be discovered soon, so he had to race against time and get to the exit as quickly as possible.
The " Faceless's" abilities require a magical item that can destroy evidence... Klein, who learned through practice, quickly passed through checkpoints and patrols, arriving at the exit indicated by the Divination.
To his great surprise, there were no guards here, only a heavy double stone door standing there alone.
What's going on? Why is no one guarding the exit? Was my Divination misled, or are the guards outside? Lost in thought, Klein found a corner, took off his armor, and regained his light and agile state.
Then, he came to the double stone door and groped his way to the corner of the left wall.
After carefully confirming with the gold coin, Klein took out the antique-looking brass key, pressed it against the wall, and gently turned it.
Ripples appeared on the water, causing it to sway slightly. Klein silently passed through the wall, without using the main entrance!
The first thing that caught his eye was the natural light streaming down from the dome, which meant that this place was indeed the exit.
Klein remained cautiously still, quickly adjusting to the light. He saw neat but mottled gray stone slabs beneath his feet and thick pillars in front of him.
This is a large hall, and in the center, around what appears to be an altar, are four hooded figures kneeling.
Immediately afterwards, a soft but low female voice entered Klein's ears:
" Mr. A, are you ready?"