"Do you know how to use this Beyonder item?"
Silas showed the fused rib bone to "Red Light" Aiur Moria.
This wasn't a complete rib bone, but rather a section that Lanevus had forcibly bitten off.
It was about two fingers long, with one edge blunt and flat, while the other side was rather sharp, protruding like a bone spike.
It would definitely be good for stabbing people.
"Please bring it closer."
This time, Red Light Aiur Moria didn't refuse him.
"Alright."
Silas stepped forward and placed the rib bone on the altar, right in front of the paper figure representing "Red Light" Aiur Moria.
He saw the bright red paper figure lean down slightly, as if examining the rib bone.
The surface of the lustrous white bone was then illuminated with a layer of red light.
After observing for a moment, the paper figure representing "Red Light" raised its head again and looked at Silas.
"If I'm not mistaken, this bone comes from your body?"
"Yes."
Silas instinctively touched his side. Although the wound and bone where Lanevus had bitten him had already healed, recalling it still caused a dull ache.
"Due to a coincidence, my bone was swallowed by a certain extraordinary creature.
Inside its body, it fused with another Beyonder item. Currently, I can't figure out how to use it."
"I see."
"Red Light's" voice rumbled. "No wonder I sensed multiple powers and characteristics from this bone.
They should mutually repel each other, but in that peculiar internal environment, they completed fusion using your bone as a medium."
The divinity of the evil god's offspring as a catalyst, and Silas's own bone as the medium...
"So, how should I use it?"
He continued to ask.
"This bone originally belonged to you. As long as you let it return to your body, you'll naturally know how to use it."
However, the bright red paper figure's answer was somewhat ambiguous.
Return to the body, what does that mean?
Wait! Could it be...
Silas hesitated for a second, a terrible guess forming in his mind.
"You mean, when I use it, I have to stab it into my own body?"
He asked in a low voice, suddenly understanding why the other end of the rib bone was a sharp, slender bone spike.
"..."
The paper figure didn't answer, as if acknowledging by default.
"That's truly insane... Only someone on my pathway could use this."
Silas spoke in deep tones, unclear whether he was praising or being sarcastic. "What about its negative effects?"
"Similarly, you'll understand when you use it."
The other party's words remained ambiguous.
"...Alright, thank you very much for your explanation."
Silas thanked him, then put away the white rib bone.
From "Red Light's" description, this bone might be even more dangerous than he imagined. If there was an opportunity, he could try it out.
"The honor is mine."
The bright red paper figure bowed slightly.
Red Light's attitude is really good. Worthy of being a friendly mystical existence.
Silas felt somewhat moved.
Honestly, this was the most relaxed ritual he'd performed since becoming a Secrets Suppliant.
There were no terrible ravings causing mental pain, no mad knowledge bursting his brain, and no gazes examining and evaluating him... It was just equal question and answer, like a student consulting a teacher.
But the "Red Light" recorded in the 'Sights in the Spirit World' notebook, though polite, still maintained a certain dignity.
Just now was a bit too friendly... Or perhaps "Red Light's" behavior was related to something special about him?
Recalling the other party's suspicious pause earlier, they might really know something!
Unfortunately, even if he asked "Red Light" directly, the other party would probably only respond with ambiguous words, just like before.
I hate riddle-speakers!
Silas couldn't help thinking. Perhaps only when his sequence advanced further would "Red Light" Aiur Moria respond to him with a more serious attitude.
"Well then, those are all my questions for now."
He said to the bright red paper figure.
"I understand. If you have problems you want solved in the future, you can find me, or my other Pure Light brothers in corresponding domains."
"Red Light" Aiur Moria said, manipulating the paper figure to bow again.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of wind gradually died down.
The phantom gate formed by the three candle flames disappeared.
The red color on the paper figure's surface rapidly faded, and with a "plop," it fell forward onto the altar.
***
North District, the Backlund Diocese headquarters of the Evernight Goddess Church, St. Samuel Cathedral.
In a lounge, the black-haired, green-eyed, and handsome Leonard was resting his feet on the table, his hands in red gloves clasped behind his head, rocking back and forth in his tilted chair.
Such a posture was quite improper for a gentleman, but under the reflection of his lazy, casual poet's temperament, it seemed quite fitting.
Although his movements were extremely leisurely, his expression was somewhat heavy, his brows tightly furrowed, as if thinking about something.
At this moment, he suddenly spoke in a low voice.
"Old man, what do you think the situation was with those two people that day?"
Leonard seemed to be talking to himself, yet also murmuring to the air.
The next instant, in his mind, a slightly aged voice directly responded:
"I don't know."
"You really don't know?"
Leonard wasn't willing to let it go easily and continued to press the topic.
"But when I recall it now, when you saw that person, you seemed to let out a soft 'huh'... Did you discover something?"
"...I do have some guesses, but I can't tell you."
The aged voice answered.
"You're being so cautious because it's related to your enemy?"
Leonard said.
The voice within his body came from a high-sequence powerhouse from ancient times who, to evade his enemies, was temporarily parasitizing within him to recover his strength.
"You'd better not know. For the current you, there's no benefit."
The aged voice immediately became somber.
"Ha, I think you're just scared."
Leonard said.
Although he spoke this way, he could still sense the fear in the other party's tone.
Normally, this old man maintained composure even when facing high-ranking deacons and archbishops, yet now he was showing such an attitude, making him feel even more curious.
Just as he was thinking about how to get the truth out of the other party, the lounge door was suddenly opened.
A woman stood in the doorway. She was tall, with a casual expression, and her arms were tucked inside wide sleeves.
"Your Grace Isabella."
Leonard immediately removed his legs from the table and stood up from his chair.
"Leonard, come with me. There's a meeting you need to attend."
"Wings of the Goddess" Isabella said with a smile, leading him out of the meeting room.
Leonard followed behind her, not worried that the old man parasitizing within him would be discovered by her.
When he became a Red Glove, he had gone through various tests without being exposed.
The two walked through the serene and lofty cathedral.