Elsewhere, after successfully scaring off the few people who had been popping up on the Red Line Legion forum, Hugo sat by the windowsill, eagerly awaiting the news. He rested his chin on his hand as he browsed the web, muttering, "Why hasn't Azathoth returned yet? He's so slow. Soon, the news about the fire at Joyce's old house will be trending."

Erica was stunned when she heard this.

Hugo only then remembered that she'd made friends with the Joyce kids. The android scratched its head, thinking. Its emotional module overloaded, and its internal radiator immediately revved up. If you were close enough, you could even hear the fan whirring. It simply changed the subject: "Speaking of which, aren't you guys going to have your vacation soon?"

Erica got up from the sofa and checked the class schedule. "It's the Queen's Birthday celebration in a week, so we'll have a day off."

After saying that, she opened the news client and started searching for Shirley Joyce.

Hugo knew what she was doing without even looking. "Viscount Joyce was one of the culprits who kidnapped Igor's sister. During the confrontation with Igor and Azathoth, she detonated a micro-bomb in her hand and was seriously injured. She is now in the hospital for treatment."

Erica thought about it quickly in her mind.

Shirley is Anne's aunt.

Shirley is a bad person.

Anne and Shirley have a good relationship.

"Does anyone else know what Viscount Joyce has done?"

Hugo said, "Ordinary people probably don't know. I'm talking about your friend. Unless her status in the Vatican is higher than that of the bishops on other Federation planets, no one would specifically tell her."

Erica stood up and ran to her room. "I'm going to comfort Annie! She must be so sad!"

Hugo looked at her back in surprise: "Is everything okay?"

"...If Anne doesn't know, then this matter has nothing to do with her." Erica paused and spoke seriously, "If one day she discovers that it was the Lord God who punished Viscount Joyce for his evil deeds, I will go and explain it to her. The Lord God can do no wrong, so Viscount Joyce must have committed an unforgivable sin."

Hugo's mouth dropped open slightly as she trotted into the room and began messaging Annie.

“It’s truly remarkable…”

It began to wonder how such a fanatical young cultist could become friends with the 'Little Saint Anne' who was being carefully trained by the Vatican. The way humans think and express their emotions was full of mysteries that Hugo could not understand for the time being.

But it welcomes this.

After waiting for a while, there was still no sign of Azathoth returning. Among the various possibilities calculated in Hugo's mind, the guess of 'continuing to travel around the world with Igor Sullivan' almost beat out his brothers and sisters and won the first place in one fell swoop - but considering that there should be the newly-minted Wendy between the man and the god, the brother and sister would not be too excited to meet such a big light bulb after a long separation, even if Azathoth was as indifferent as others.

So where did this group of people go?

**

Azathoth's real body is still in Doctor Garcia's house.

So did Igor.

They used a very clever method to get to Joyce's old house, which made it very convenient to come and go, but there was one key problem: they couldn't escape with Wendy without attracting attention.

Igor's half soul, Azathoth's mindless tentacles, and Wendy, a young woman who had just left Shirley's control and had a limited understanding of social life, were completely unable to resolve their current predicament without complete hardware. Wendy was something of a secret weapon of the Vatican, and they could not relax their control over her. Viscount Joyce was probably just a backup.

Igor gave her a quick check and found no cameras or trackers.

However, since divine magic is still one of the main combat methods of the Red Line Legion, there is no guarantee that they do not have special means of finding people.

"You two chat first." said the tentacle with a mouth. "There's someone else outside. I'll go deal with it."

Wendy asked subconsciously, "...Didn't we check it just now?"

The ambulance and fire truck were the first group to arrive, following closely behind the Vatican personnel. They conducted a cursory inspection, finding no trace of Wendy and reporting her as missing to their superiors.

"The people who came this time are probably the key," Igor explained. "They've sealed off the house, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. Whether we stay nearby or not, we still have room to search for clues and continue the pursuit. They probably saw that Shirley wasn't unconscious for as long as they thought, so they guessed we didn't go far or had time to carefully eliminate any clues... I shouldn't have called the emergency number so early."

Wendy looked at him a little nervously, then glanced cautiously at Azathoth's tentacles.

"It's okay, it's nothing," Azathoth said nonchalantly. His inaction at the time simply meant he hadn't thought of calling in someone to put out the fire, not that he had any real desire to see Shirley Joyce die in this manner. Honestly, if his method of 'revenge' was murder, it would be both boring and aesthetically pleasing, like a crowd of humans lining up to visit a tourist attraction on a holiday... It's fine, but unnecessary.

Besides, Igor and I have such a close relationship.

The tentacle thought seriously, human life is so short, how can it be wasted on taking responsibility and blaming each other?

But in Wendy's eyes, it was like saying, "It's okay, I'll kill one if they come, and I'll kill a group if they come."

The little girl's thin golden eyes had shrunk into a slit because of extreme fear.

The tentacles rubbed Igor's cheek affectionately, then disappeared silently into the surrounding shadows.

After it walked away, Wendy trembled like a little animal.

Igor wanted to touch her head, but then he remembered that his current body did not have such advanced functions, so he had to ask in a gentle voice: "What's wrong?"

Wendy watched him anxiously, wondering what kind of complicated, bizarre, and complex story she was imagining. After a while, she whispered in the young man's ear, "Is this the content of your deal? He comes to help us, and then you go... you go..." She stuttered for a long time, "Serve Him in this way?"

Igor's mouth twitched.

"No." He held his forehead, feeling puzzled. "Why do you all think that? Don't we look like a couple?"

"They're nothing alike," Wendy said quickly, taking advantage of her dark skin to hide her blush. "So anyone else feels the same way?"

"Oh, it's Garcia. Do you remember him?"

"I remember." Wendy thought for a moment. "Isn't Dr. Garcia's ability prophecy? Why does he feel that way? Could it be that he saw something bad, like something that will happen in the future..."

"Wait a minute." Igor had never expected to face such a difficult topic on his first day with his sister. The problem was that he understood his friends and sister's concern for him, but he couldn't understand why their ideas were so inconsistent. "Wendy, you shouldn't judge a 'god' by his appearance."

As soon as the word left my mouth, the conversation took an increasingly strange turn.

Igor managed to say, "Although the God looks like an evil god, he is actually quite kind to his followers."

Although Azathoth currently has only one follower, there is no way to compare whether He has always been so approachable.

Wendy looked at him doubtfully.

"Brother, you didn't take on all the difficulties by yourself just to avoid worrying me, did you?"

"No." Igor paused and added, "Never again."

His phantom palm gently brushed across Wendy's forehead.

The girl raised the corners of her mouth as if she felt something, revealing a small smile of relaxed satisfaction.

**

Azathoth listened condescendingly to the conversation between the two people in the study.

Antonio and Bishop Gilbert, along with a dagger who tried to escape but failed.

He recalled these three names from his memory, his body coiled around the round chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Although it was clearly a tentacle, a thoughtful expression vaguely appeared on his face.

Several spiders the size of fingernails crawled past him.

One of them accidentally walked too close and fell from the ceiling with its legs stiff, apparently very scared.

Azathoth was bored and started to chase his tail in circles along the metal wire in the middle.

...Why do tentacles have tails?

Perhaps it had run too far and become separated from the other parts. This question flashed through the owner's mind. After all, they were all parts of the limbs that could be retrieved at any time, and their appearance had never been carefully observed.

On the wall to his left hung a portrait of Wendy. Viscount Joyce really liked collecting these things. He wondered if she would feel terrified when she was alone in the study facing these victims.

If someone stood on the ladder and looked up at the top of the chandelier at this time, they would find a long black creature with intricate patterns, as thick as three or four ballpoint pens tied together, rotating in a ring: Azathoth finally succeeded in grabbing the tail of his tentacle.

Wendy came over a second ago and attached herself to her portrait, wanting to see what was going on here.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Azathoth on the chandelier and was scared away again.

Defense Minister Antonio seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and looked at Wendy's portrait, but found nothing. Instead, he noticed the poor spider that almost touched Azathoth's tentacles.

Gilbert Dagger was frightened by the strange atmosphere around him and lost his mind, trying frantically to break the window and escape.

well.

The tentacle sighed and let go of its tail, finding it all effortless.

He controlled the other limbs that stretched out from the shadows of the basement, picked up the steel fork that Wendy had dropped, and slashed it hard on the metal water pipe.

The unpleasant sound suddenly reached his eardrums, startling Bishop Gilbert. His hand on the dagger's handle loosened a little. The dagger suddenly felt like it had been reborn, suddenly breaking free from its restraints and leaping straight towards the glass window.

At the same time, Antonio quickly opened the door to his study and happened to meet the gaze of the ballerina statue in the hall. The plaster statue's gray face was stained a bit black by the flames, which made the large eyes, with their eyelashes clearly visible, look even more lively.

Before he could react, more and more statues placed not far in front of him seemed to suddenly realize that a guest had entered here. They looked over with expressionless faces.