She's not dead? She escaped? She's even thinking of avenging Prince Edessak? The moment Klein Trissy, standing behind the curtains in the master bedroom, he almost couldn't control his expression.
Although he had a vague guess based on the previous conversation, the facts were still beyond his imagination.
Even without Dream Divination, he could still recall some of the conversations Trissy had with him before the Great Smog of Backlund Incident. At that time, she was eager to break free from Prince Edessak's control and the Manipulation of her Fate by the mastermind behind it all, and she felt that her daily life was full of pain.
Would a Witch who was originally a man sell her soul to an evil god to help Prince Edessak avenge his father? What kind of plot is this from a third-rate romance novel! Klein's lips twitched. He "saw" the butler Walter toss a bag of food to Trissy, "heard" him give a few instructions, and then turned and walked out of the hidden passage.
Just then, from Klein's perspective, a figure emerged from Congressman Macht's house, quickly approaching the sewer entrance along the shadows of the street. It was Hibbert, who possessed the magical item that allowed her to use the " Marauder's Path".
This is going to be Walter's... This doesn't look like the entrance to the sewers at all, this is clearly the main entrance to a bustling market! Klein looked down and almost raised his right hand to cover his face.
Upon arriving at the sewer entrance, Hibbert cautiously observed her surroundings for a few seconds before moving the manhole cover and climbing down. The entire process was seamless and without any hesitation.
Stepping onto the slightly slippery ground, she moved quickly and purposefully along the rusty iron pipes and the slowly flowing sewage river.
Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her back stood on end.
Immediately afterwards, Hibbert felt as if she had fallen into a frozen river, and a great deal of coldness quickly took over her body.
To her horror, she saw herself taking steps in another direction, heading straight for the wall with the iron pipes, and all of this was unrelated to her will!
Fear quickly filled Hibbert's mind. She finally broke free from the rigidity of her thoughts and poured all the Spirituality she could control into the necklace around her neck.
The necklace is strung with seven translucent emerald green stones, spaced equidistantly, and surrounded by a ring of tiny diamonds. Even in complete darkness, it still emits a subtle glow.
Suddenly, one of the stones lit up, its emerald light casting a Hibbert's beautiful face.
Her movement toward the wall paused abruptly; she awkwardly took two steps forward with each foot, then pulled them back one after the other.
At that moment, Hibbert felt a brief pause in the chill within her body.
Without hesitation, she used her Spirituality to illuminate another translucent emerald green stone, raised her right hand, aimed it at herself, and twisted her wrist sharply.
At the same time, mysterious symbols and patterns appeared in her mind, and her Spirituality and vocal cords also underwent some temporary changes.
She Stealing the extraordinary ability " Wraith Scream "!
Just as Hibbert was about to open her mouth and make a sound, she felt her hands slip out of her control once again, forcefully and quickly covering her mouth.
Her Scream turned into a whimper that only existed in her mouth. She took light steps and quickly reached the wall, turned into a side path, and then crouched in the pure darkness.
She struggled desperately, but to no avail; she couldn't even reactivate the necklace around her neck.
Hibbert brown eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment, and two crystal tears began to slowly slide down her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Walter groped his way out through another fork in the road, returned to the sewer entrance, and nimbly climbed upwards.
When he quietly climbed into the Dawn Dantès mansion at 160 Böklund Street, Hibbert suddenly regained control of her body, and felt the terrible chill completely disappear.
She first raised her hands in surprise, glanced at them using her night vision, then looked around in terror, as if the darkness of the sewers harbored unknown, countless Monster.
Hibbert then touched the necklace in front of her with her right hand, carefully stood up, and approached the entrance.
She didn't run away in a panic, but remained constantly on guard against attacks from the depths of darkness.
Finally, she returned to Böklund Street and saw the light emanating from the dark black gas lampposts, illuminating the road where traces of rain remained.
Hibbert quickened her pace and ran towards her home. Halfway there, she suddenly turned back and nervously and frantically moved the manhole cover to the closed position.
Having done all this, she walked along the shadows of the street back into her garden, and using the gas and water pipes, entered her bedroom balcony.
Only then did she truly regain the ability to think. She opened her eyes wide, subconsciously looked around, and her body gradually began to tremble noticeably.
She raised her left arm, intending to wipe her face with her clothes, but paused midway and instead took out a handkerchief from her pocket.
Hibbert still had basic coping skills; she wasn't a complete novice... Inside the sewers, Senor, wearing a tricorn hat and a dark red coat, appeared and muttered to himself.
Then, under Klein's Manipulation, he concealed himself again and entered the hidden side path where Trissy was.
As soon as the " Wraith " approached, Trissy, dressed in a long black dress, raised her head, revealing a smile that combined fragility and stubbornness, and said:
"It seems you mean no harm."
That lady was quite lucky.
She had somehow discovered Hibbert's situation and found the " Wraith "!
Senor's figure instantly came into view, and he chuckled:
"Perhaps killing her would cause even bigger trouble."
Frankly, he wanted to report Trissy because he knew all the evil she had done, how she had instigated the passengers and crew of the Clover to kill each other at sea, and how she had caused innocent lives to perish prematurely. However, after discovering that Trissy was investigating the mystery of Prince Edessak's death, Klein had a new plan: to get this Witch to cooperate with him to a limited extent in this matter.
The mystery surrounding Prince Edessak's death is almost synonymous with the truth behind the Great Smog of Backlund Incident!
Investigating this matter is certainly very dangerous, and involving others would make me feel guilty, fearing they might be harmed or even killed. But if Trissy does it, there's no such psychological burden; the crimes she committed deserve her to go to Hell long ago! The only problem is that she might just be using the investigation into Prince Edessak's death as a pretext to scheme for her own purposes. We must be wary of this to prevent her from being used and causing disaster... As Klein pondered this, he urges Senor to take two more steps forward.
Trissy gazed intently at the middle-aged man in front of her, and chuckled softly.
"Since you have malicious intent, then make your move, Mr. Senor."
In that instant, within the Marionette's senses, countless invisible threads were fluttering and waving around Trissy, while she herself, pale-faced and dressed in dark robes, sat in the center, like a spider perched at the core of a web, yet exuding an alluring charm that drew people in and made them want to approach.
"You know me?" The Marionette stopped in its tracks at just the right moment.
Trissy responded with a somewhat dazed and confused expression:
"I spent an unforgettable period at sea."
Back then, you were still a man... Klein thought to himself, then smiled and said:
"Why are you investigating Prince Edessak's death? Didn't he commit suicide?"
Trissy abruptly raised her head, a hint of anger flashing across her face:
"There are different kinds of suicides; some are voluntary, while others are forced."
No way, she seems genuinely concerned about Prince Edessak's death... Miss, have you forgotten you were once a man? Have you forgotten the pain you spoke of before? Is it some kind of Stockholm syndrome, where being forced for so long makes even the slightest kindness from the other person elicit gratitude and attachment many times over? Hmm, I'm not an " Spectator," so I can't judge whether her behavior is feigned... Klein made Senor chuckle and said:
So, you believe Prince Edessak was forced to commit suicide?
"You're looking for William Sykes to investigate this matter?"
Trissy's anger vanished, replaced by a bittersweet smile.
"Right.
"He's the one who forced Edessak to commit suicide, using a bullet that can destroy the Spirituality. But he was just following orders. Hey, he confessed everything for the sake of final Pleasure. Heh, I still didn't let him actually touch me. I even showed him my old photos. He died in great pain and despair..."
It's unimaginable what William went through... Trissy's mind is still as Distortion as ever... Witch in the " Pleasure " stage are truly alluring; every expression and movement is captivating... However, it's clear that Trissy has restrained herself well, using it only when necessary... Has she advanced? Or is it because of love? Klein thought to himself as he had Senor ask:
Who is it?
When Klein asked the question, he didn't expect an answer, but Trissy chuckled and said:
Viscount Stratford.
"The Royal Guard Chief."
P. S.: The word count is a little short; I'll update it first and then revise it later.