598 A Meeting in the White Space, The Observers Plan to Eliminate One of the Threats They were Facing (1/2)
Inside the unknown space that was overseeing the world, a robed woman whose face could not be seen was standing still. She was staring at the empty space in front of her while five figures kneeled behind her.
And if Mark was here, he would immediately recognize four of them.
A little girl who always looked for amusement. The Embodiment of Amusement, Fourth.
A boy with an almost nonexistent body. The Embodiment of Boredom, Ninth.
A beautiful woman with white hair and a strict demeanor. The Embodiment of Aesthetic Appreciation, Third.
A woman with spider-like eyes and hair that seemed to ooze of poison. The Embodiment of Disgust, Twelfth.
Right now, they were together with an unfamiliar person. It was a girl that seemed to be in her late teens. Contrary to the others, who wore clothing related to their territory, she was wearing a rather scholarly attire. White long-sleeved uniform draped with a black robe, black skirt, and square glasses. She looked like a librarian at a glance. Furthermore, there was even several inches thick book on her arms.
”Rise. Do any of you know why I called all of you here?”
The robed figure, no other than the Observer currently overseeing Earth, spoke.
By the Observer's command, the Eyes stood up.
Ninth tilted his head, totally oblivious of the reason. The scholarly Eye was also the same.
On the other hand, the three that encountered each other this morning had a vague idea.
”Master, is it about that thing, I mean, man?”
Twelfth asked.
Remembering what happened several hours earlier, Third could not help but frown. She never wanted to remember that at all ever. Not only she lost control and invaded someone's consciousness without proper reason, but she even suffered an awful consequence. Furthermore, there was no way for her to complain about it since she was the aggressor.
”Is it because I ran my mouth again?”
Fourth also asked worriedly.
At what Fourth said, the Observer seemed to have smiled a little.
”Fourth, you don't have to worry. You definitely ran your mouth there, but none of what you said is strictly confidential.”
Hearing that, Fourth could not help but sigh in relief. That was when the Observer turned around to face the five.
”But as Twelfth said, it had something to do with that man and the information you told him Fourth.”
There, Fourth tilted her head.
”Master, what do you mean?”
”Do you remember what information that man asked you about?”
”About Blood Demons? Is there something wrong with it?”
Fourth asked once more.
”Like usual, you're too slow in the uptake.”
Ninth chimed in, picking his ear with his pinkie. This behavior irked Third.
”Fourth is slow, but you're as barbaric as ever.”
”H-how did you know about that!”
Hearing that Ninth knew about what happened, she froze and turned her head towards Fourth, like a broken doll.
”Ehe...”
Fourth smirked, taking out a small black bottle from her pocket. It instantly occurred to Third what the contents of that bottle were.
”NOOO!!! GIVE ME THAT!!!”
And there, the meeting was thrown off course.
”Silence!”
A heavy pressure enveloped the three that were causing trouble, forcing them to freeze on the spot. The voice came from the scholarly girl, now glaring at them coldly.
”You three are in the presence of Master. Behave yourselves.”
The scholarly girl strictly reprimanded, making the three troublemakers gulp.
”Nineteenth, that's enough.” The Observer commanded. ”And you three, don't make a ruckus here.”
”Yes Master.”
The scholarly girl, Nineteenth, the Embodiment of Interest, replied respectfully, and stepped back.
As for the troublesome trio, they could only look down in embarrassment.
Finally, silence returned to the empty white space. Here, Twelfth spoke.
”Master, is there a chance that that man is a Blood Demon? Or else, why would he know about them or ask what happened.”
The Observer nodded.
”There is no need to say about chances. That man is a Blood Demon. Not only him but his family and a few more humans and creatures in that base.”
Everyone froze at that declaration.
”Nineteenth, show them.”
The Observer turned to Nineteenth and ordered. There, the scholarly Eye opened her book and threw it in the air. The book then enlarged, displaying the contents of its pages for everyone to see.
On the pages of the book, it was all the information they could gather about Mark.
”This is...”
Fourth started focused. After all, the pages of Nineteenth's book contained information about her candidate.
The information started with Mark's so-called status.
It did not list any specific attributes like a numerical representation of his strength or agility. The page only listed his name, age, race, and, most importantly, abilities. There were even the titles, the names given to Mark by the people that met him for the entirety of his life.
But to say, all of them, even the Observer, was disgruntled.