Chapter 302: Frightening Changes
Then she sneered and continued:
"I didn't expect that after Madam Sharon's death, we couldn't escape the subsequent arrangements. After leaving Tingen, we actually met again in Backlund... How are you? Have you gotten used to life as a woman?"
By the end of her speech, Triss's tone had changed from sarcasm to sadness. It seemed that she was not only mocking the witch in front of her who was in the same situation as her, but also lamenting that her life after the promotion was not what she expected.
She didn't recognize Angel as a specific "Assassin" colleague, but simply thought of her as one of Madam Sharon's former subordinates, but she had never met him. This also matched Angel's memories inherited from Cole Granger. Cole had never met Tris or other assassins, but he knew that Madam Sharon had more than one subordinate.
This is the advantage... well, the disadvantage... of one-way communication.
Angel thanked the deceased Madam Sharon for her "contribution" and showed a hint of sadness, which helped to narrow the distance between them. He then asked:
"Severia only told me to meet you. What exactly did she plan? And why are you here?"
——Is this what Laura meant by "a joint conspiracy between the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society"?
Triss's sad eyes became blurry, and her face was full of confusion, as if she had just begun to think about her own problems.
"I... I don't know either. After arriving in Backlund, they arranged for me to get close to Edessac, but that wasn't what I wanted. I tried to escape, but I was always caught due to various coincidences. Lately, I've become accustomed to that kind of life... It's like I've fallen into an abyss from which there's no escape."
"Do you know that feeling? I used to like women, the kind with pretty faces and attractive bodies, but now I've become this kind of woman, and every day I wake up to find myself naked, hugged by an equally naked man..."
She opened her lips slightly, frowned slightly, and her eyes wandered around, finally locking onto Angel. The expectant look made the latter feel a little uneasy.
"Since you know me, please help me," Triss's tone was filled with endless temptation, as sticky as the syrup on Angel's favorite sweets. "I'll tell Sylvia to let you stay close to me and keep an eye on me. After that, all you have to do is find an opportunity..."
Halfway through the conversation, the confusion and hope on Triss's face disappeared, returning to the faint smile she had when they first met. Her black pupils dilated, covering the whites of her eyes, and her long black hair fluttered away without wind.
This incoherent scene, as if the film had skipped a part, made Angel's heart tighten. He quietly took two steps back and came to the edge of the balcony.
She was ready to jump out of the building and escape if Triss made any move.
It seemed like only a moment had passed, and the strange changes in the "Joyful Witch" who was confused about her identity disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
Triss, with a gentle and sweet face and slender eyes revealing a hint of temptation, had a slight smile on her lips. She stretched out her left hand and elegantly took care of her somewhat messy long hair and the complicated and heavy long dress she was wearing. Her movements were as skilled and natural as if she were born a woman.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now. Please tell Severia that I will play my role well."
Saying something completely different from before, Triss lowered her left hand, walked to the balcony door, opened it, and left accompanied by the middle-aged man.
The sapphire ring on her left little finger shone in the light, giving Angel a glimmer that frightened him a little.
Angel subconsciously walked out of the balcony and watched the two people's backs walk to the stairs. A young man in a tight dress like a military uniform came over, put his arm around Triss's slender arm, and walked down the stairs.
The middle-aged man stood at the stairs for a long time, looking in the direction the two people left.
This scene, which could have made Angel daydream endlessly, could not enter her heart at all. The scene of Triss's face changing instantly was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, making her feel uneasy and frightened.
She hurried back to the restaurant, grabbed a glass of white wine and drank it all in one gulp. The burning sensation of the alcohol went all the way down from her mouth to her chest and abdomen, gradually calming her heart.
It was not until then that Angel realized that the clothes on her back were wet. It was all the cold sweat she had sweated from watching Triss leave on the balcony.
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After resting for a while and regaining his strength, Angel returned to the hall in front and saw Severia dancing a cheerful duet with another unknown nobleman to a variation of the Intis dance.
"This girl is really well-connected... I should let her experience the horror that just happened, so I can dance without worries!"
Angel complained inwardly and waited by the railing on the second floor until Sylvia finished dancing the song. Under the reluctant gaze of the noble man, he returned to the second floor and came to her side.
"Judging from your expression, you must have seen an old friend. Are you surprised?"
Taking a glass of sparkling wine from the waiter beside her, Sylvia took a sip and asked with her eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
It's more than just surprising, it's terrifying...
Angel wanted to answer like this, but from the other party's expression, it was obvious that he was only talking about her recognition with "Tris", not the strange events that happened afterwards. So he did not mention that incident, but just frowned and asked back:
"Who was that young man who just took Triss away? He was wearing a military-style dress, and his face was a bit round..."
Sylvia quickly laughed as she listened to Angel's description.
"He's the organizer of this ball, and this luxurious manor is one of his residences in Backlund. 'Edessac Augustus', does this name ring a bell with you?"
Edessac... Triss mentioned this name just now, saying that she was arranged by the Witch Cult to approach him, and Augustus, this is the surname of the royal family of the Kingdom of Loen!
"He is the prince of the Kingdom of Loen?"
"One of the princes. Although Edessac is not as respected as his two brothers and is unlikely to inherit the throne, his assets are still calculated in millions of pounds. This manor is just a tiny part of his property."
Angel suddenly realized and remembered the various portraits of Augustus printed on gold pounds, soles and pennies. They all had round, lovely faces.
No wonder Severia and the Witch Cult considered Triss such a valuable pawn. She had actually become close to a certain prince and might even have become his mistress...
Thinking of Triss's confused and bewildered expression just now, as well as her bewilderment over her own identity change, Angel felt like laughing. She even looked forward to seeing what expression Prince Edessac would have when he discovered Triss's true identity.
But then he thought about his own identity and found it difficult to laugh.
Seeing Angel's expression changing repeatedly, Sylvia chuckled and continued to ask:
"What did she tell you? Did she mention anything about the prince's movements?"
"She didn't mention it. I even just learned from you that she knew the prince... Triss just talked to me about Tingen. Before she became a 'witch', she was confused about her identity. Then she asked me to convey to you that she would play her role well, and then she left."
Angel skipped the mysterious and thrilling changes in the middle and told Sylvia almost "truthfully" the conversation between the two.
The latter nodded with satisfaction.
"Very well. My identity is quite conspicuous, so it's not appropriate for me to get close to her. You can, however, 'run into' her by chance and appear by her side more often. I will create opportunities for you to get close to Triss. But remember, the most important thing is to ensure that she stays at her 'post'. Any abnormalities must be reported to me immediately."
"Abnormal? Like what kind?"
Thinking of the abnormal phenomenon just now, Angel hurriedly asked.
"Of course she's trying to escape. She's already tried several times. Ha, don't you think about how she could escape our 'arrangement'..."
arrange?
Angel instantly thought of the "various coincidences" that Triss mentioned, and the experience of the Nighthawks team in Tingen City being "arranged", and grasped this key clue.
"Okay, I understand," she replied, her expression unchanged, nodding slowly. "She's gone, so should we leave now?"
"It's not even 8 o'clock yet. What just happened was just a warm-up. The real event will start later."
The witch of joy who was addicted to socializing and dancing smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and extended her wrist to accept the invitation of another noble. Under Angel's gaze, the two of them walked down the stairs, entered the dance floor, and danced that blushing dance again.
Where's Grellint? Why is he gone?
Angel glanced around but did not notice the Viscount who had been whispering intimately with Sylvia.
Could it be that he couldn't stand the temptation of those erotic scenes and the witch of pleasure and left first?
"Excuse me, miss," she heard a low voice beside her ear when she didn't know where to look. "Someone you know asked me to give this item to you."
Angel turned his head and saw the middle-aged man who had followed Triss just now quietly approaching and handing over an exquisitely shaped handkerchief. It was folded casually, and there seemed to be something hard inside.
"Triss?"
Although she had already guessed who the other party was talking about, she still asked cautiously.
The man nodded, handed over the handkerchief, looked around vigilantly, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this corner, he turned around and left quickly.
Walking to a deserted place, Angel opened his handkerchief. Inside this handkerchief, which was obviously worth a lot of money, was a transparent test tube tightly sealed with a cork. The sticky dark red liquid inside was slowly changing its shape as Angel turned it over, with tiny specks of gray-white powder sparkling in it.
This is a communication potion belonging to the "Joyful Witch"!
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