In the dark town shrouded in fog, the woman who walked out of the alley seemed to be out of place in the environment. She was holy, dignified, and untainted by dust. She had bright and radiant looks that made one's eyes light up.
And her simple white robe and loosely tied up hair added a reserved and languid bearing to her. Even though Klein was looking at her through his marionette's eyes, he couldn't help but imagine how such a lady would behave in bed. He wondered if she had a different charm when pleading.
At this moment, a tyrannical desire arose in his heart. He wanted to shatter that holiness and destroy that restraint.
Don't tell me she's a Demoness … Klein instinctively bared his teeth as the corners of his mouth twitched.
The beautiful and holy woman also noticed Wraith Senor. She was first taken aback before she revealed a smile and said with a clear, pleasant voice, "That's right, Wraith.
She said with a clear and pleasant voice, "Señor …
"When were you made into a puppet? If it wasn't for you being corrupted by the powers of Evernight, I wouldn't have been able to tell. "
She appeared to be speaking to Señor, but in fact, she was communicating with the mastermind through her marionette.
Sigh, there's no way to hide that cold and dead aura. It can't fool Beyonders of a higher level … I was still thinking of hiding somewhere without anyone noticing and using Admiral of Blood Señor to make contact with her. That way, I can ensure my own safety to the greatest extent … This place isolates the gray fog's powers. If I were to really die, I probably won't be able to revive … Klein hid inside the grayish-white mill as he made his marionette speak in a hoarse voice.
"If you can get out, you can easily know that I began serving Master more than a month ago."
He replied with Admiral of Blood's tone and experience, as though he was still alive.
This was the acting principle of a Marionettist. It allowed a marionette to have its own independent identity and setting!
At the same time, Klein buried the keyword "get out," in preparation for the subsequent topic.
In such a strange and mysterious town, he didn't have any thoughts of killing Demonesses on sight. Ignoring the question of whether there were any good Demonesses or if he had the strength to do so, just the fact that everyone was trapped here and needed to exchange relevant information to find a way out was enough for him to temporarily choose to coexist peacefully.
The woman in the plain white robe chuckled.
"Not forgetting to act at all times. From the looks of it, you will soon digest the Marionettist potion.
"A member of the Secret Order?"
She's very familiar with the Seer pathway … Hmm, the Demoness Sect is a secret organization that was active in the Fourth Epoch. Even if she doesn't have close ties with the Zaratul and Antigonus families, she's definitely rather familiar with them. It's very normal for her to know about the Seer pathway. Of course, that's on the premise that this lady is a Demoness … Klein's heart stirred as he deliberately asked,
"Is there no other possibility?"
He wanted to get information from the other organizations and people who had grasped the Seer pathway.
The beautiful and holy woman slowly walked forward. As she approached Admiral of Blood Señor, she smiled.
"It doesn't matter which organization you're a member of. We've been exiled here and imprisoned for almost all of eternity. The past is no longer important. What's important is the future. It's whether we can cooperate and find a way to leave this place."
Failed … Klein made the Wraith reply, "That's right.
"That's exactly what I was thinking.
"How should I address you?"
As the lady approached Señor, he could already smell a fresh and elegant fragrance with his marionette's sense of smell. And because of her words, he had a baffling image of them helping each other in such a perilous situation, abandoning their morals and using their bodies to warm their hearts.
She really does sound like a Demoness … Eh, after listening to her for some time, I find her voice somewhat familiar, but I can't recall it. Unfortunately, there's no way to use dream divination in such a situation. She'll be able to seize the moment when I'm in a daze. It's hard to predict the outcome … Klein frowned slightly.
The beautiful and somewhat languid woman raised her hand to tuck her hair, making her petite and exquisite ears stand out.
"Panatiya.
"What about you?"
Klein originally wanted to find a random identity to impersonate, such as the Aurora Order's Mr. X or the Death Announcer's second mate, Kircheis. After all, he could use Creeping Hunger to mimic their powers. However, he eventually gave up on the disguise and directly said,
"German Sparrow."
He didn't know when the Beyonder suspected to be a Demoness had entered the foggy town, so he couldn't eliminate the possibility that she knew about Admiral of Blood's disappearance.
Panatiya nodded and changed the subject.
"How did you get in?"
Klein didn't hide anything as he used his marionette's mouth to say, "That's right.
"I met a lady of unknown origin.
"She wore a hood, and her eyes seemed to hide the dark night, but she lacked spirituality."
Panatiya was silent for two seconds before speaking.
"Her, heh …"
She didn't go into detail. Instead, she smiled.
"What did you do? To actually make the Church of Evernight send 'Him' to deal with you? "
Panatiya quietly changed her pronoun.
He? Was the lady an angel or an ascetic from the Church? Panatiya seems to have a deep understanding of "Him" … Klein's thoughts raced as he said vaguely, "That's right.
"I infiltrated Saint Samuel Cathedral in an attempt to steal a Sealed Artifact, but …"
He did not go into the details because he did not know why he had met that lady.
Klein believed that as an angel, it was impossible for the lady to always live behind Saint Samuel Cathedral's Chanis Gate. There was nothing there that was worth an important figure at "Her" level guarding it day and night!
"Is that so … 'He' is indeed in the basement of Samuel Cathedral." Panatiya seemed to have confirmed something.
In the secret organization, Saint Samuel Cathedral will remove the word "Holy" … I have to pay attention to this detail in the future … Klein pondered over the other party's words.
Panatiya didn't continue the topic as she said with a faint smile, "Of course.
"Alright, don't worry about the past. Just like I said, what's important is the future, how to escape."
Klein took the opportunity to make Wraith Señor ask,
"What do you know about this place?"
Panatiya glanced at the pitch-black steepled cathedral at the center of the town.
"This isn't reality, the Spirit Realm, or the Astral Realm. It's in some sort of hidden state.
"I've explored most of the places here, including the outskirts of the town, but I still haven't found any clues to leave. The only thing left is the church. Perhaps all the secrets are hidden there."
"Why don't you explore that place?" Klein asked through his marionette's mouth.
Panatiya tugged at her pure white robe, which seemed to be torn in many places.
"My intuition tells me that there is great danger inside."
At this point, she changed the topic.
"And now, there's a solution. Your marionette can help us scout ahead. Even if it's lost, it won't cause you any harm.
"Don't worry. As long as I can figure out the situation inside, I'll find you a better marionette. After all, it doesn't look like it can last much longer."
You're right, but I don't trust you. After all, you're most likely a witch … Klein neither agreed nor refused. He took the opportunity to ask Señor.
"What else do I need to pay attention to here?"
Panatiya pursed her lips.
"There are still many people who came here for various reasons, but they are all gone now."
They're all gone? Klein's heart palpitated as he said,
"What happened?"
Panatiya sighed faintly.
"I'm not sure about some of them. Some entered those houses due to hunger and ate a portion of the food. Then, they evaporated, instantly evaporating.
"And this time, the divination results indicate that they have lost their lives and have fallen into a deep slumber."
In this foggy town, there's such a thing as being wiped and evaporated? Furthermore, it's no longer alive … Klein was alarmed as he thought of something else. He nearly blurted out, "That's right.
Don't you feel hunger?
Afraid that it would cause an anomaly, he forcefully held back his mouth and made Señor ask from the side.
"How long have you been here?"
Panatiya said with a smile and a sigh.
"Perhaps half a year.
"I've witnessed many people treat their own kind as food to continue living on. Thankfully, I need very little. Just a bit of food can allow me to survive for a very long time. And humans still have some food that won't harm their bodies."
Having said that, she raised her hand and pointed at the crimson moon in the fog.
"Another thing to take note of is that when the crimson moon turns clear, this place will change and become extremely dangerous.
"I've been severely injured because of this."
Having said that, she pointed at a tear in her pure white robe.
Klein subconsciously made Señor cast his gaze over and saw that the tear was at the collarbone. He could see the white skin and a bone-deep wound beneath.
At that moment, the skin underwent a change as dense mysterious patterns and dark, sinister colors appeared!
Klein's thoughts exploded as ravings and screams resounded in his mind.
At the same time, his breathing became difficult as his body rapidly weakened. He couldn't help but collapse to the ground as he coughed violently.
Then, he saw a pure white robe and two straight female legs. He saw Panatiya.
The lady had already entered the grayish-white mill. Looking at the struggling Gehrman Sparrow, the corners of her mouth widened bit by bit, revealing her neat, snow-white teeth and the blood-colored tendrils of flesh hanging in the gaps.
She whispered, "Got you …"
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