"The great Aurora Order's divine envoy, Mr. A, hiding here crying and praying."
The white-robed woman said with a light laugh, "What a pity. The divine son has fallen and failed to bring about your Lord's descent."
"..."
Mr. A stopped his repentance and turned his head.
From repeatedly striking the ground, his originally handsome face had been destroyed, his forehead a bloody mess.
Blood flowed down into his eyes, staining those beautiful, almost feminine eyes crimson red.
"...What are you doing here?"
Mr. A looked at her and said coldly.
"Of course, to express some concern."
The white-robed lady smiled gently, her voice sweet.
"After all, we're partners now. Before our final goal is achieved, we still need each other's strength."
As she spoke these words, she slowly approached Mr. A.
This was an absolutely stunning woman, with a delicate and pure face, yet her every movement carried an extreme allure.
The plain white robe had no decoration whatsoever, but as she slowly stepped forward, it easily outlined her body's contours in motion, subtly and hazily emanating an intoxicating aura.
She wasn't deliberately doing anything seductive, just walking over naturally, yet it was already enough to make one dizzy and entranced.
Unfortunately, Mr. A only stared at her with mad, cold eyes.
Not even a flicker of confusion appeared in those blood-stained eyes.
"If there's nothing else, don't bother me. I'm in a very bad mood right now," he said.
"Panatiya, your Demoness Sect hasn't even cleaned up its own mess, yet you have the mind to lecture me.
If you dare insult the great Lord, even if you're Sequence 4, I'll fight you to the death."
As expected, this indescribably beautiful woman was no ordinary person, but a Sequence 4 demigod Witch.
"Don't be so hot-tempered."
But Panatiya, the demigod Witch addressed by Mr. A, didn't get angry. She still laughed lightly, her voice gentle, almost coquettish.
"Thanks to MI9, Capim's case has been smoothed over. However, the human trafficking chain has been broken and needs some effort to reconstruct..."
Mr. A looked at her coldly as she talked at length.
After a moment, he turned around and continued praying and repenting before the True Creator's statue.
He seemed to have no intention of engaging with Panatiya any further.
"Don't be so cold. Chat with me a bit more."
The white-robed Panatiya said with a smile, "I heard that the one who killed the divine son was a Beyonder from the same pathway as you... Has a blasphemous traitor appeared among your believers?"
Mr. A didn't respond, only continued praying with his head bowed.
"I have a lead on this person."
Panatiya continued, casually tossing out an important piece of information.
Her voice wasn't loud, but Mr. A suddenly stopped.
"What did you say?"
He turned around again.
"You don't know yet, do you? Actually, the killer in Capim's case was also a Beyonder of the Secrets Suppliant pathway..."
Panatiya gave him a meaningful smile and took out a small round mirror from under her white robe.
As she spoke, she gently brushed her fingers across the mirror's surface. Immediately, countless illusory lights emerged inside the mirror, layer upon layer.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who killed Lanevus?"
Panatiya opened her rosy lips and asked the mirror.
With her murmur, the powerful aura of a demigod naturally released around her.
Mr. A frowned, seemingly feeling the pressure. He saw invisible mystical power acting on the mirror, and the illusory light inside began to condense, then...
"Crack."
The mirror's surface suddenly flashed blood red, then the entire mirror split in half and shattered on the ground.
The divination had failed.
However, although the divination failed, when Panatiya looked at Mr. A, she still showed a beautiful smile.
"When I tried to divine Capim's case killer before, the same thing happened, the divination failed.
Not only that, the mirror was destroyed just like this one."
She said with a smile, "Don't you think this is quite a coincidence?"
***
East Borough, in Silas's rented apartment.
"How are you, Silas? Are you feeling any better?"
Klein, sporting a full beard and gold-rimmed glasses, came to visit, carrying a stack of manuscripts in his hands.
"Not really, still going crazy."
Silas smiled.
Affected by mental confusion, the expressions on his face kept changing, which creeped Klein out.
"But I've already contacted the Psychology Alchemists through a certain channel.
They're experts in the mental domain and should be able to help treat me."
Psychology Alchemists... Could the "channel" Silas mentioned be Miss Justice? After all, he saved Xio and Fors, so it would be quite reasonable for him to meet Miss Audrey through them.
Klein thought silently to himself, then pushed the stack of manuscripts across the table.
"Here, the Roselle diary entries I collected during this time."
These diary entries weren't all that he had collected, but ones he had screened. The Tarot Club members had gathered quite a number of diary entries from various places.
If he gave them all to Silas at once, it would seem suspicious. For one person to collect so many diary entries in such a short time wouldn't make sense no matter how you looked at it.
After screening, the diary entries he gave Silas basically all contained useful information. Only a few were useless, included to reduce suspicion.
"Thanks."
Silas took the diary and looked at the thickness of the pages, slightly surprised.
Klein's pretty capable, collecting so many...
He thought to himself.
"Um, Silas..."
Klein looked at Silas, and after a moment, spoke hesitantly. "Actually, I still feel somewhat guilty.
My plan was too reckless at the time, and when blocking Lanevus afterward, I couldn't help much either..."
"I already told you, no need to apologize."
Silas casually interrupted him.
"Actually, even without you, the True Creator wasn't planning to let me off."
Just like what he saw in that dream, the True Creator was also on that sea.
The conflict between them would erupt sooner or later. Besides, Lanevus was originally a problem he created. Klein was just dragged into it.
"By the way."
He remembered something and looked at Klein to ask, "About that Fool, have you researched it?"
That day when receiving the True Creator's message, Klein was also present and saw The Fool's honorific name and description.
Because of the True Creator, Silas had become increasingly curious about this mysterious existence and wanted to consult this former colleague's opinion.
After all, a large part of his mysticism knowledge was taught by him.
"The Fool?"
Klein's eyelid twitched slightly.
Relying on his powerful expression control ability to maintain composure, he said curiously, "Oh, you mean the honorific name we saw that night... I didn't research it. Why?"
"I'm considering whether to pray to The Fool."
Silas said flatly.
"Huh?"
Klein froze for a moment, then slowly asked, "Why?"
"Just because the True Creator is His enemy," Silas said.
"If someday I'm chased by that evil god to a dead end, I plan to call upon The Fool and blow up the True Creator!"
Upon hearing this, Klein fell silent, speechless for a long time.