Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 104 Tranquility
The night on the streets of Backlund gradually deepened, making people feel drowsy after just a moment of immersion.

However, Artair, who usually had a good sleep quality, unexpectedly suffered from insomnia tonight. After rolling back and forth on his bed for a few times, he suddenly turned over and sat up, with cold sweat all over his back.

Didn't I drink coffee tonight? Altaïr scratched his head in annoyance, and his fingers hooked on the rubber band of the same color as his hair. His long black hair fell down like a waterfall. It originally only fell to his shoulders, but now it was even with his shoulder blades.

Is it a blood moon tonight? Spirituality seems to be growing again.

Altaïr thought so. The amount of false spirituality borrowed by performing this ritual was not fixed, and it also had a lot to do with the external environment. On nights when spirituality was particularly abundant, his spirituality would also change accordingly, manifesting as increased inspiration and hair growth, and so on.

But, according to the calendar, the next blood moon of this month should be a week away, right? Altaïr buttoned up his pajamas, covering his well-defined collarbones and slightly bulging chest. After thinking carefully, he unbuttoned it again, untied the layers of white cloth wrapped around his chest, and buttoned it up again in a serious manner.

Knock, knock, knock. At this moment, there was a knock on Altaïr's bedroom door.

Altaïr walked over in confusion and opened the door. At the door stood Vinata, holding a heavy woolen coat that she used as a blanket.

"My sheets are not dry yet, come to your room and sleep."

Venata walked around Altaïr at the door and walked into the room without hesitation, holding her coat. Then, she fell directly onto the large bed and took up half of the quilt.

"I'm a little tired tonight, so don't mess around."

Since last night, Vinata seemed to have become a different person. She was no longer shy about many things. Her straightforwardness and impatience as a Feysac person began to show. On the contrary, Altaïr, who was used to being reserved, was not used to her straightforwardness.

"Oh."

Artair nodded blankly, and subconsciously walked to the other side of the bed, wanting to go to bed and continue sleeping.

However, after lying in bed for a while, Altaïr remembered that he was still suffering from insomnia. Moreover, Venata's warm body was lying next to him, which made him toss and turn even more and unable to fall asleep.

Finally, Venata got a little annoyed and nudged Altaïr, who was rolling back and forth restlessly on the bed. Altaïr dared not move, but his insomnia did not ease at all. He had to lie still on the bed, counting Venata's hair in the crimson moonlight.

After a while, Vinata turned over and met the eyes of the sleepless Altaïr, which frightened her so much that she shuddered violently.

"What are you doing so late at night?"

Vinata complained angrily.

"I'm having some insomnia. It might be because the blood moon has made my spirituality unstable. Also, my inspiration always gives me a bad feeling..."

Altaïr frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"You are not one of those 'fortune tellers' of the Church of Evernight, and your spiritual premonitions don't count."

Vinata said dazedly, "Tomorrow is Monday, and I still have a manuscript to write. Could you please let me sleep quietly?"

"But when it comes to his own safety, the assassin's spiritual intuition is quite accurate. Although the feeling is not clear, I am sure that something I don't want to see will happen soon."

Altaïr said hesitantly.

"Yes, if you still can't sleep well, I will consider using some physical means to make you fall asleep. Believe me, you don't want to see these means."

Vinata yawned and was about to fall asleep again.

"…Okay, maybe I'm just too sensitive."

Altaïr muttered something and turned his back to Venata. "I'm sorry to bother you. Good night."

Then, Altaïr felt an arm gently resting on his waist, and felt the two hills just a hair's breadth away from his back. He heard Venata humming a melodious song in Feysac, which sounded like a mountain breeze blowing through a snow-covered forest.

In this folk song written in an unknown language, Altaïr felt that his soul was healed. After a while, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

……

In the basement of St. Samuel's Cathedral, Britton was sitting alone in the duty room, his eyes dull, as if he was thinking about something. It was not until Lorota, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, knocked on the window in front of him that he drew his attention back.

"Has the factory incident been reported to His Excellency the Archbishop?"

Lorota, holding a double-layer aluminum lunch box, sat down next to Britton and asked Britton intentionally or unintentionally.

"It has been reported, but that is the area where the Mandated Punisher is responsible. If we want to interfere, we have to go through very complicated procedures."

Britton replied mechanically.

"Then don't worry about it anymore. We will go out whenever we are needed."

Lolota nodded and put the lunch box on the stove to heat it slightly. The rich aroma of fish and tomatoes spread out.

"You haven't eaten yet? I asked Altaïr to pack you a meal. After all, you are the guest on the last day of Winter Solstice. It would not be a good thing if you didn't have dinner at the host's house, no matter for you or him."

Lorota grabbed the edge of the lunch box before it became very hot and quickly handed the lunch box containing rice and fish soup to Britton.

"After all, we are nominally married, so I still have to pay attention to these things."

Lolota patted Britton's shoulder soothingly, hesitated for a while, and said, "Although I still can't understand your view of love, but don't think about it now. Sooner or later you will encounter other choices."

At the end, she hesitated for a while and added, "Just like I will definitely meet the real maid of my dreams in the future."

"Same here." Britton perked up and took a deep breath of the aroma of the food. "Then I'll be welcome."

"But then again, that factory actually involves so many things... looks like I'll be busy tomorrow."

Lolota scratched her head. "While you eat, I'll come and help you look after the things on hand. Let's finish these things quickly. I still have time to spend a whole day in the maid cafe that Altaïr recommended to me tomorrow."

……

At nine o'clock in the evening on December 1363, 12, there were still twenty-four hours until the "Angel's Fall", the most serious supernatural disaster in Backlund since the Great Smog. Currently, everything was normal in Backlund.

(End of this chapter)