289 Conjecture and Investigation (1/2)
Audrey, who thought she knew the truth, couldn't help but imagine the scene described by Viscount Glaint.
Lanevus lying in the mud in the darkness, covered with rows and rows of tarot cards. There's The Fool, Justice, The Hanged Man, The Sun, The World, and the other Major Arcana cards and numerous numbered cards. They would either be overturned or facing right up, and there would be some left unturned, exposing only their backs, as if they were all part of a large-scale, eerie tarot divination.
This kind of scene must be very shocking!
I wonder where the card for Justice landed…
How would the Beyonders of MI9 and the Church view this matter? Would they believe that a new secret organization has appeared?
By possessing the godhood of the True Creator, the ploy between Lanevus and the Aurora Order must definitely be significant. It definitely would've brought a terrible disaster to Backlund and the kingdom. Yet, this ploy was so easily foiled because of a simple mission Mr. Fool had issued!
This is a tussle at the level of deities?
Mr. Fool and the True Creator are considered archenemies?
It's no wonder He calls the other party the Fallen Creator…
Many thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind as her body trembled faintly and imperceptibly.
”What are you thinking about?” Viscount Glaint, who was sitting opposite, finally couldn't hold it in any further as he asked in puzzlement.
Audrey abruptly snapped out of her reverie. Slightly cocking her head, she smiled and said, ”Didn't you tell me to imagine the scene of the corpse being covered with tarot cards?”
”Haha.” Glaint awkwardly smiled and sighed. ”I wonder which secret organization's member killed Lanevus. It really matches how I imagined such things to be like. It's so—so cool!”
It's our Tarot Club! Audrey answered silently as she smiled. ”Perhaps there's no organization, but the independent act of a powerful Beyonder?”
”Regardless, I like this style! Urge Xio and Fors and ask them when they can find my Apothecary formula,” Glaint said in excitement.
Audrey widened her eyes slightly. Looking around her, she lowered her voice and said, ”Hush, keep it down.
”How can you talk about potions here?”
Glaint gave an indifferent smile. ”Don't worry. it's nothing. I had already confirmed that other than you and me, there's only a dog.”
The huge golden retriever, Susie, unconsciously shifted her position.
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North Borough in Backlund. Inside a room beneath the Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Daly, who was wearing a black hooded robe and make-up with blue eyeshadow and red blush, gave off a charming yet cold feeling. She randomly found a seat and picked up the document on the table.
She swept through it before her gaze suddenly froze. Her brows immediately furrowed, and she suppressed something as she asked, ”Lanevus?
”Why wasn't I informed of this matter?
”Why didn't you inform me about the operation last night?”
Sitting at the seat of honor, Crestet Cesimir, who had hidden his chin and lips back into his propped up collar, said deeply, ”I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions. That would've brought unnecessary danger to the operation, so I didn't get anyone to inform you.
”I can understand how you feel. A Nighthawk from the Tingen squad is currently undergoing guidance and training at the Holy Cathedral. He plans on joining the Red Gloves, and his performance is about equal to yours. But as the person in charge of the operation, and as a high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, I had to eliminate all unstable elements.”
Daly looked at the other Nighthawk Squad Captains and deacons, and she sneered.
”Why do you think I won't be able to control my own emotions? I'm very calm and I won't act rashly!
”My anger will only erupt after Lanevus is caught! This is the professional bearing of a veteran Nighthawk and a deacon!
”If I had caught Lanevus, I would let him know that men can be weak too! I would make sure that a cold, rotten, yet stiff corpse would be situated behind his buttocks. I would make sure that a pungent white bone filled with thorns would be situated in front of him. I'd make it so that those cold little fellows enter and leave his body wherever they can!
”Damn it! You actually managed to let him die just like that!”
Crestet Cesimir looked at Daly calmly and sighed after silently listening to her until she was done.
”How long have you been putting up with it?”
Daly froze, then muttered in frustration, like a deflated ball, ”For a very long time…”
Cesimir retracted his gaze and cast them towards the other deacons and captains.