Red Rose Manor, inside the sun room.
Edessac Augustus stood by the French window, his face gloomy, looking at Triss who looked indifferent across from him, his voice sounded like a volcano about to erupt:
"Why are you running away again?"
Triss looked past him and out the window. She chuckled and asked instead of answering:
"Did you see the meteor shower just now? Did you feel the earth shaking?"
Behind her, the porcelain and other items in the museum cabinet had fallen onto the thick and soft carpet, and the old butler Finkel stood beside her.
"This is not a very rare thing." Edessak responded in a deep voice.
Triss raised her eyebrows slightly and said:
“You’re very slow.
"Then I will tell you frankly, I am a witch!"
Prince Edessak's expression did not change at all. He turned to look at the old butler and said:
"Go guard the door and don't let anyone in."
"Yes, Your Highness." Finkel glanced at Triss coldly, turned around and walked out of the tanning room.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Edsak exhaled slowly:
"Triss Chick, huh, you prefer to be called Triss.
“I know you are a witch, and the people who helped you buy extraordinary materials were not successful. What you got were all provided by me!
"I don't mind if my princess is a 'witch' or a 'devil'. I've even seen your wanted poster!"
Triss was stunned for a moment, then smiled playfully:
“You know a lot...
"Then are you aware that I was once a man and my real name is Tris."
"...What?" Edsak's eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
Upon seeing this, Triss burst out laughing, and she fell forward and backward with laughter, so violently that she looked like a madman:
"Haha, you heard me right, I used to be a man! I used to be the same as you, with a longer and thicker penis than yours! But, the witch potion forced me to change my gender!
"Is it disgusting? Do you already have goose-skin-like bumps?"
She vented the words that had been pent up for a long time and took two steps forward.
Edessak instinctively stepped back, his throat moving up and down unconsciously.
"No, that's not the case... You are a real woman... There is no problem... I can confirm this!" He first murmured to himself, then raised his voice and said, "From the moment I met you, you have been a real woman. I don't want to know what you were like in the past! I can pretend that nothing like this happened! What I like and love is the you of now!"
Triss was stunned for a moment, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her laughter.
“You are such a pitiful person.
"Don't you understand? Our meeting is not a coincidence, and you even like..."
She paused as if she was nauseated, and continued, "Even your falling in love with me was arranged by others. Don't you think everything happened too quickly? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such great magic. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate romance novel. Just because you met me once, you fell in love with me obsessively. You fell in love with a stranger like me and forgot the object of your love. This is crazy!"
Prince Edessak's eyes were fixed and his mouth was open, but no words came out.
His body suddenly shook, as if he had finally woken up from a long dream.
"You, you are indeed my type...but my reaction is really, really too exaggerated..."
Triss's lips curled up, and she tilted her head and sneered:
"Poor guy, even his love life is arranged by others, just like a puppet being pulled by strings.
"Don't you understand yet? You are an object that can be sacrificed, and I am both a hostage needed for the cooperation between the royal family and the witch sect, and a disguise necessary for deception.
"I am carrying important items from the Witch Cult under your strict supervision. They could be destroyed at any time and the treasures could be lost. This is our sincerity in cooperation. Once the matter is exposed and known by the three major churches or other factions of the military, the development of the matter will be very simple. Prince Edessak is greedy for beauty and secretly raises witches. Knowing that he has committed a serious crime, he will shoot himself. Then, all the problems will be covered up."
"No!" Edessak blurted out.
Then, he asked with a distorted face:
"What are they collaborating on with the Witch Cult?"
"How could a hostage who could be abandoned at any time know that?" Triss laughed at herself. "That's all the reason I want to escape."
She lowered her head and laughed softly, her body shaking slightly.
After a few seconds, she raised her head again, curled her lips and said:
"What do you want to do with me? Strip me naked and throw me into the ass? No, you probably have a mental block. Actually, I don't mind giving you some warmth now. It's not shameful for two poor people to comfort each other."
Prince Edsak had a gloomy face and looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side:
“You leave now.
"Leave through that door."
Triss raised her eyebrows in astonishment:
"You're going to let me go?"
"Yeah." Edsak turned and looked out the window, and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. As for whether you can escape other pursuits, it depends on your own strength and luck."
Triss's eyes were confused for a few seconds, and she quickly ran towards the secret door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back:
"And you?"
Edsak did not turn his head, but continued to stare out the French window, as if he was looking for the shadow of the past.
He smiled and said:
"Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its final ending, whether it is good or bad."
Triss took a breath, and without stopping, entered the secret door.
…………
Inside a quiet room in St. Samuel's Church.
Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the head of the Backlund Diocese, received an urgent telegram from Earl Hall's mansion.
This old man with a clean face and deep eyes has an extremely clean appearance. Even though he is wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, he does not give people a gloomy feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the bottom of their heart, as if fear has ruled their spirit, or they are facing an unknown existence watching them from the depths of darkness.
Trischik... the original witch... Saint Anthony tapped the paper and stood up immediately.
The light around suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness in the room.
Throughout the church, all the praying believers felt the arrival of night for a moment.
Everything quickly returned to normal, and Saint Anthony appeared in front of Chanis's door in the basement of the church.
Leading the team on duty today is the "Necromancer" Daly Simone.
Before she could ask, Archbishop Saint Anthony said in a deep voice:
"Get ready and enter the process. I am going to awaken a sealed object."
What he wants to use is "0-17".
He wanted to use that terrifying seal to confirm and deal with matters related to Triss Chick.
This is the only "0" level sealed object kept outside the cathedral, and only two high-ranking officials in the entire church know that it is in the Backlund Diocese.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Daly was stunned for a second and responded immediately.
While waiting, Saint Anthony closed his eyes, and some information about the Sealed Artifact "0-17" naturally emerged in his mind:
"Number: 17."
"Name: xxxxx"
"Danger level: '0', extremely dangerous, highest level of importance, highest level of confidentiality, cannot be inquired, cannot be spread, cannot be described, cannot be peeped."
"Secrecy level: The Pope, Group A researchers, and the Archbishop in charge of the Backlund Diocese (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred from the Backlund Diocese, the relevant memory must be cleared using Sealed Artifact '1-29')"
"Sealing method: Use '1-29' and '1-80' to complete the seal."
“Description: This is not an item.
“This is a living angel.
“She has a beautiful appearance, black hair and eyes, and appears to be a young woman, but her actual age cannot be estimated.
“…He does not have the wings recorded in the scriptures. Judging from his appearance alone, he is not very different from ordinary people.
“…He has no ability to think and has lost all spiritual intelligence.
“…anyone and any object that comes near him will completely disappear…through divination and other means, it can be confirmed that they are still alive and really exist, but they are still impossible to find. So far, 1825 methods have been tried, all of which have failed.
"…The impact area of '0-17' expands and contracts irregularly, and has caused the disappearance of more than 70 researchers so far."
…
"Warning, He cannot be used!"
"Appendix 1: This sealed object first appeared in the Pale Age of the Fourth Epoch. The specific year is missing. The specific date is missing. The specific location is missing."
"Appendix 2: Data shows that 'He' has been awakened five times."
…………
By passing on information and searching for the fake Ince Zangwill, Klein, with the help of divination, overcame the interference of the "Master Key" and headed all the way to the exit in the revelation.
He knew very well that in a carpet search, the body in the empty room would soon be discovered, so he had to race against time and get to the exit as soon as possible.
The ability of the Faceless Man must be paired with a magical item that can destroy corpses... Practice makes perfect, and it didn't take Klein long to pass through one checkpoint after another, one patrol after another, and arrive at the exit pointed out by the divination.
But what surprised him was that there was no guard here, only a heavy double stone door standing there alone.
What's going on? Why is there no one guarding the exit? Was my divination misleading, or is there a guard outside? As his thoughts raced, Klein found a corner, took off his armor, and returned to his light and agile state.
Then he came to the double stone doors and groped his way to the corner of the left wall.
After carefully confirming it with a gold coin, Klein took out the quaint brass key, placed it against the wall, and twisted it gently.
Water waves emerged and swayed slightly, and Klein passed through the wall silently without going through the main door!
The first thing that caught his eye was the natural light hanging from the dome, which meant that this was indeed the exit.
Klein cautiously did not move, quickly adjusting to the light here. He saw neat but mottled gray stone slabs under his feet and thick pillars in front of him.
This was a hall, with four hooded figures kneeling in the center around something that looked like an altar.
Immediately afterwards, a soft but slow female voice reached Klein's ears:
"Mr. A, are you ready?"