Chapter 251: The Fiery Red Witch

The Pain Witch Panatia and the old butler Finkel had both been erased from the concealed town by the Goddess of the Night, so Reikton could only turn to look at the concealed angel beside him, whose body the goddess had descended into.

Taking a deep breath, Reikton asked with slight trepidation:

"Um... may I ask if you know the whereabouts of that Conqueror characteristic? The royal family? Or has it already been handed over to the Witch Sect?"

He was not entirely certain of the Goddess of the Night's attitude, and could only hope that since the other party had acted so cleanly and decisively, she must have long known the whereabouts of that Conqueror characteristic.

The concealed angel before him made no movement or sound; His vacant expression showed not the slightest change, as if this angelic body was incapable of such expression—merely an empty shell.

After a slight pause, He made an almost imperceptible nod, then once again concealed both of their forms from the real world.

Inside a concealed manor on the outskirts of the West District.

Reikton followed behind the concealed angel and exited the concealed world; the surrounding light suddenly dimmed by a degree, as if something in this area was silently undergoing a change.

He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders—in that brief moment just now, a chill had risen in his heart without cause, as though he were surrounded by calamity and fear.

The next moment, within a glass mirror hanging on the wall, a vivid red silhouette appeared.

She wore an exaggerated, elaborate red gown, yet always revealed snow-white skin in just the right places, outlining her graceful figure; her fiery red hair draped casually behind her, and her features were exceedingly fine, giving an impression of striking boldness.

Around her neck she wore a necklace strung with gemstones of different colors, and in both hands she cradled a peculiar crown, covered in rust and bloodstains, sealed within transparent crystal.

Her expression grew slightly dazed, and she tumbled out from the mirror world.

The next instant she came back to her senses, raising her eyes in astonishment, her gaze fixing dead onto the concealed angel at Reikton's front side.

Almost without hesitation, she took a direct step backward, attempting to reenter the mirror world—only to meet empty air!

She turned her head in some bewilderment; the mirror surface behind her had vanished without a sound at some unknown point, and the surrounding environment was terrifyingly silent.

Reikton frowned as he studied this witch holding the Conqueror characteristic; he kept feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, yet could not recall where he had seen her.

While pondering, his gaze glanced to his front side—there was nothing there. Hmm? Where was the concealed angel?

He controlled his expression and looked toward the empty space at his left-front side, as if no one had ever stood there at all.

Was the divine descent reaching its limit? Or did He feel this was enough... After a brief moment of contemplation in his heart, Reikton turned his gaze back to the witch opposite him.

The other party's face was dark, showing not the slightest expression.

Without a sound, Reikton entered a state of absolute rationality and spoke in a low voice:

"Don't bother trying. This is the concealed world, and it doesn't connect to the mirror world. You can't get out."

"The concealed world... that one just now was an angel of the Church of the Night? He seems to have left you here. What, did you offend Him?"

After only a brief moment of thought, the witch quickly adjusted her expression, probing with words while simultaneously spreading mysticism viruses and bacteria throughout this concealed world.

Reikton lowered his head slightly, his expression unreadable; the next moment he raised his head again, his eyes reflecting a faint blue luminescence.

"Light!" he murmured a single word in the dragon tongue.

The next moment, beams of pure, limpid light erupted around him, illuminating every corner of the surroundings—the extremely minute viruses and bacteria included.

The surroundings seemed to enter a realm without darkness; the viruses and bacteria suspended in the air began to be rapidly contained and purified.

"You're quite a cautious little one, aren't you!"

The red-haired witch remarked with a sigh, but did not obstruct Reikton's actions; she was still on guard against that angel who had suddenly pulled her into the concealed world and then vanished just as suddenly.

"That bright, fire-like red hair of yours is rather dazzling. You didn't happen to jump from the Hunter pathway to the Witch's, did you?"

"Was it because the team for the Iron-Blooded Knight advancement ritual was too hard to lead, so you chose the Witch instead?"

Reikton narrowed his eyes slightly; he had already recalled why she looked so familiar—she resembled Xiyar to some degree, and he even suspected that they might be blood relatives.

The expression on the witch's face before him froze slightly, then quickly relaxed as she said,

"The Hunter pathway has a Sequence called Provocateur. I think that suits you quite well."

"Thanks for the compliment. Is your surname Sauron, or Einhorn?"

Reikton maintained an exceedingly polite bearing, a smile rising on his face as he spoke.

The expression on the red-haired witch's face froze once more; she reached up to brush her chin, inadvertently touching the necklace of differently colored gemstones around her neck, seemingly considering whether to kill this fellow who had provoked her time and again.

Then, she no longer concealed her malice; her voice remained alluring, yet was laden with killing intent as she said:

"Although I don't know what that concealed angel's intention was, killing you here would not be a particularly difficult matter."

A witch who had advanced from Hunter seemed to possess even greater charm, especially toward men—her understanding of your body might even exceed your own... What am I thinking? Calm down, be rational...

"A certain important figure wants that Conqueror characteristic in your hands. He has entrusted me to come fetch it. I trust you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Relying on the rationality of a Reader, Reikton regained his train of thought and spoke in a calm voice.

"An important figure? Why don't you let Him come fetch it Himself?"

Though the witch before him was puzzled as to how Reikton knew about the Conqueror characteristic, this did not prevent her from refusing.

Reikton briefly closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving into a pleased arc as he said:

"He says, no problem!"

The concealed angel had indeed not left. The witch's pupils contracted slightly, and layers of blazing black-red flames suddenly erupted around her; her red hair flared wildly, reflecting the firelight surrounding her.

The mysticism viruses and bacteria in the surroundings surged once more, directly breaking through the suppression of the Domain of No Darkness.

A shadow covered in pitch-black viscous liquid abruptly rose from the ground; It spread the layers upon layers of jet-black wings behind It, as darkness and corruption rapidly spread outward.

Faintly, an "ocean" of pitch-black, viscous, corruption-laden aura materialized in the surroundings.

"An angel! You're from the Aurora Order, a follower of the True Creator?"

"The Witch Sect and the Aurora Order are still cooperating—are you really turning on your allies now?"

The red-haired witch's voice was full of astonishment and disbelief. How had a follower of the True Creator infiltrated the Church of the Night? And how did he know about the Conqueror characteristic?

"Allies? We hardly count as allies."

"Besides, wasn't this so-called cooperation of yours just to have our Aurora Order confuse the public and cover up the things you've done?"

Hand over the Conqueror characteristic. The fact that I haven't asked for the Ageless Witch characteristic on your person is already giving Chik enough face."

Reikton imitated Mr. A's tone and expression, which harbored an extreme madness, continuously pressing against her psychological defenses.

Coupled with the projection of Sasilier, which bore the rank and aura of an angel, the red-haired witch's expression opposite him kept changing, growing increasingly ugly.

"Ha, do you think I'll believe your words? A Saint-level characteristic is right before your eyes—how could you refuse?"

"Since you've torn up the covenant,"

In the next instant, her body was torn apart by an invisible force; this room, this manor, this corner of the hidden world—all were ripped apart.

The hidden effect was destroyed, and this hidden world vanished instantly.

In the real world, inside the intact manor, the floor before Leighton was littered with mirror shards, and there was a strange crown covered in iron rust and bloodstains.

"You know it's an angel of the Hanged Man path, yet you dare to spout nonsense—this witch must have failed to get by on the Hunter path, so she switched to the Witch path."

Leighton whispered softly; just now, Sasilier's projection was a preparation made before His slumber.

He then took two steps forward, picked up the Conqueror's characteristic, and immediately stepped into the spirit world, leaving the manor.

In the West District, inside a luxuriously decorated bedroom, the surface of a full-length mirror suddenly turned dim and gloomy, with illusory light and shadow drilling out from within, like layers of mirror shards.

They rotated and gathered in the room, eventually assembling into a shapely female figure.

In a flicker of light and shadow, the red-haired witch who had been torn apart reappeared; her face was somewhat pallid, she brushed her hand over the gemstone necklace at her neck, and after a faint glow barely perceptible to the eye, her condition quickly improved.

She looked out the window; the heavy fog had been blown away mostly by the previous gale, and outside, sunlight appeared—a rare sight.

"Why would there be angels in the Aurora in Becklund? And how did they know about our deal with the Loen royal family?"

"I've lost the Conqueror's characteristic; I simply can't answer to the sect."

Queen's District, inside the Red Rose Manor.

Prince Edsac sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a revolver pressed to his temple, which contained a bullet capable of annihilating a spiritual body.

He turned his head, gazing longingly at the golf course outside and the horses strolling by, etching the manor's scenery into his memory.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

South Bridge District, inside an empty room.

Fors pulled Xiu along, arranging the prepared materials into a ritual according to the instructions in Leighton's letter.

She then stepped back two steps, closed her eyes to meditate, and visualized in her mind a ring full of gears and chains.

As her spirituality undulated like water waves, an incomplete ring made of gears and chains appeared behind her.

She extended her spirituality onto the bronze-colored ring behind her, and her consciousness seemed to form a wondrous connection with a certain place deep in the spirit world.

She then began to chant softly in Ancient Hermes:

"Kin of knowledge and wisdom, ancient guardians, eyes that perceive the world, the wise enthroned in the heavens, keepers of reason and knowledge."

"I pray to You;"

"I pray for the noble one who can heal disease and suffering to descend."

The candle flames flickered wildly, as spirituality turned into specks of light that began to gather, merging with the information coming from deep in the spirit world.

In the flashing light, a translucent unicorn appeared—pure white all over, with a crystal-like spiral horn on its head, and wings made of tiny crystal shards on its back.

It let out a cry, then, like a ghost, passed through walls and rushed out of the room.

It showered layers of warm, purifying, healing light in the air, treating those around who were infected with the virus but not yet dead.

(End of chapter)