Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 247 Tarot Cards

North Quarter, St. Samuel Church.

Crimson moonlight streamed through the shattered glass of the window, illuminating the corridor floor. The two walked in the moonlight, their crimson gloves gleaming, their footsteps echoing.

"Your Excellency Isabella, are we not going to search for the Aurora Society today?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Leonard took the initiative to ask.

“We’re not going. We’ve already caught most of them, and the rest are already hidden. Catching them would be too time-consuming and laborious; it’s not worth it,” Isabella said. “Cultists are like rats or cockroaches in the gutter; you can’t kill them all, and they’ll always multiply without you even noticing.”

"It's a pity that Mr. A, the leader, got away."

Leonard nodded.

That crazy guy caused them a lot of trouble, and the fact that he managed to escape unscathed only shows how difficult the shepherd was to deal with.

As they spoke, the two had already crossed the corridor and entered a meeting room.

Many people.
Leonard's gaze swept across the conference room, and he was surprised to find that among those present were not only Night Watchers, but also some people in military uniforms. At the front of the conference room sat Archbishop Anthony Stevenson and a black-haired, golden-eyed man whose aura was as deep and terrifying as Anthony's, suggesting they were at the same demigod level.

Isabella led him into the conference room, patted him on the shoulder, and then ignored him, stretching and sitting down in a seat at the back of the conference room.

"Leonard, right?"

Just as Leonard was feeling a bit confused, Anthony Stevenson, dressed in a black robe with red stripes, smiled at him and asked in a friendly manner.

"Yes, Your Excellency Saint Anthony."

Leonard quickly spoke.

"These are our colleagues from MI9, who are here to assist in the investigation of what happened a few days ago. Please sit down here first, and we will need you to introduce the situation and answer a few questions in a moment."

"Ok."

Leonard replied, then reluctantly sat down in the front row.

With two demigods beside him, he sat very stiffly, unable to casually cross his legs as he had before.

"Then, please allow me to explain what happened."

A well-dressed night watchman stepped forward and showed everyone a photograph. "The incident began like this: one of our church's priests received a message of flesh and blood delivered by a pigeon, saying that the offspring of an evil god was about to be born."

"That's roughly how it happened. By the time our people got rid of the Aurora Society's entanglement and caught up with Lanuus, he had already been killed."

He quickly and meticulously explained what had happened, then stepped down from the podium.

"Leonard."

Anthony called out to the black-haired, green-eyed "Nightmare," saying, "Tell everyone what happened to you back then."

"Yes."

Leonard stood on the stage, somewhat bewildered, and recounted his experience once more. He noticed the members of MI9 exchanging glances and whispering amongst themselves.

From your personal perspective, what is the relationship between these two unexpected visitors and the aurora borealis?

"That black-haired, golden-eyed MI9 officer asked."

"enemy."

Leonard answered without hesitation, "They must have killed Lanluus, who was carrying the offspring of an evil god. Mr. A, who caught up with them, was extremely angry and roared so loudly that I could hear him."

"What kind of extraordinary individuals did those two achieve?"

"One of them looked like a magician, while the other didn't show any special abilities. All I could see was that he seemed to be seriously injured, looking pained, and his body was constantly healing itself."

The military demigod paused for a moment after listening, then said, "I understand." Leonard, unaware of what was going on, bowed slightly in greeting when St. Anthony said nothing more, then turned and walked to the back of the conference room, choosing an empty seat to sit down.

"Our MI9's view is that this incident and the previous Kapin case were likely committed by the same person."

The military's demigod said this.

"What's the reason?"

Saint Anthony asked calmly, which was also why MI9 had come to inquire about the details of the case.

"The reason is that in both cases, the real murderers were connected to the Mystic Path."

Military demigods.

He continued:

“In the case of Kapin, everyone present, except for those innocent girls, was devoured, leaving not a single drop of flesh or blood. In this case, both the priest who received the news and the person who ultimately killed Lanius should also be extraordinary beings of this path. We speculate that he is at least a Sequence 6 ‘Rose Bishop’.”

Saint Anthony did not refute this, but simply pondered it quietly.

"Wait a minute, I have a question."

At this moment, Isabella, the "Wings of the Goddess," spoke over the crowd: "The extraordinary ones who follow the Mystic Path have theoretically been brainwashed by the True Creator and will only act according to the will of that evil god. However, in the first case, the real culprit actually let go of the innocent little girl, reducing the amount of flesh and blood offered to the True Creator; and in the second case, the person behind it is clearly an enemy of the Aurora Society, and even killed the True Creator's offspring. No matter how you look at it, he is contrary to the will of that evil god."

Upon hearing this, Leonard's initial sense of relaxation from stepping down from the stage vanished, and his brows seemed to furrow slightly.

He thought of his colleague in Tingen, the extraordinary one who had followed the Mystic Path. And because of that disaster, he had been forcibly promoted to Sequence 5 Shepherd.
"He may not actually belong to this sequence."

The military demigod said, "I simply possess an extraordinary item obtained through the corresponding means."

"Hmm, that sounds more reasonable."

Saint Anthony nodded in agreement.

Leonard thought about it for a moment, and seemed to accept the theory, his expression turning slightly somber.

That's right, he was already dead. He buried his own body in a coffin after collecting it himself. There was no way he could suddenly come back to life and appear in Backlund to meet him.

I'm sorry, Lu Ze, I haven't found your sister yet.
Leonard thought to himself.

He hadn't forgotten his promise at his colleague's grave, and afterwards, he actively searched for Cecilia's whereabouts. He hired several detectives to search the area around Tingen, but to no avail.

For a moment, Leonard felt a pang of sadness, and he didn't even want to participate in the discussion between the Night Watchers and MI9. It wasn't until he heard the demigod calling him again that he snapped out of his daze and quickly stood up.

Leonard.

"Ah? Yes!"

"What other aspects of the scene at that time left a deep impression on you?"

"That demigod asked."

"Tarot cards".

Leonard thought for a moment and then answered.

"Tarot cards?"

"Yes, tarot cards were scattered all over the floor, covering Lanius's body. To be honest, the scene looked eerie and strange."

Leonard briefly recalled what he had seen, and his expression turned serious.

—On Lanius's twisted face, beside the mangled corpse, countless playing cards with bizarre illustrations lay scattered. Some depicted leisurely men hanging upside down, while others portrayed angels of judgment raising their swords. Blood stained the cards, making the images on them appear bloody and mysterious.

(End of this chapter)