He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

There were no more fishmen on the shore.

Of course, those who are dead are an exception.

After a while, as sensation in the body gradually returned to normal,

Benjamin dragged his weak body to his feet, while Abby ran around to wake up the others.

The two agreed that the drowned ghost would self-destruct and kill the fishman.

As for Pete and John, without Benjamin's explanation, they naturally wouldn't reveal too many details.

When Pete and John woke up, they thought they were dead.

But seeing the mess all around him, he immediately realized he was not dead.

At Benjamin's suggestion, they chose to keep quiet and believe him.

Just as Benjamin said, they should keep the same story and say that the drowned ghost survived by exploding himself.

In any case, they became heroes for saving the guard regiment.

Benjamin looked at Abby, who was constantly wandering around in the distance.

He began to have doubts.

Logically speaking, Abby seemed to be the weakest, so why didn't she faint?

Moreover, if Abby hadn't shot and killed the fishman with the cane,

The process may be even more perilous.

And that mysterious person...

Unexpectedly, something extraordinary was hidden beneath the seemingly insignificant town of Wind Howl, located on the edge of the city-state.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Moonstone City, Evan Shield District, Cambridge Schoolhouse.

In the study, a slender, delicate hand hovered in mid-air.

Below is a map, and a pillar-shaped crystal pendant hangs from the index finger.

The pendant was trembling and pointing towards the southeast of Moonstone City, on the edge of the Hamlet city-state near the sea. If the woman hadn't been holding it back, the crystal would have already pierced the map and the oak tabletop.

After all, the necklace had already made the woman's index finger turn blue.

The woman inhaled through her nose, then clenched her fist, causing the pendant to immediately fall vertically like a deflated balloon.

She couldn't help but frown, her gentle, fair face showing both seriousness and confusion.

"Why, of all times, did it react?"

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, her tone filled with helplessness, but even more so with dissatisfaction.

She then stood up, her tight skirt falling to the ground, her graceful figure quickly passing the chair.

Her curvaceous figure was encased in a tight purple dress. She rested her chin on her hand, frowning in confusion.

I've been feeling stifled in Windhowl Town for two years.

After two years of exploration, no results were found.

Why did they appear right after I left?

Is this a joke, or is it simply a matter of fate?

The woman paced back and forth in the room when suddenly the door was pushed open.

The woman immediately waved her hand, and the curtains in the room were all opened.

Beams of light streamed into the room, and the bookshelves on the walls were crammed with heavy books.

As the darkness was dispelled, the woman's eyes narrowed slightly, unaccustomed to the change.

"Ms. Roland, are you reading a book?"

Upon seeing who it was, Roland's tone softened, and seeing Lillian immediately brought a smile to his face.

"Lillian, are you done with things at the bookstore?"

Lillian fluttered her long eyelashes, her delicate pale blue eyes reflecting the satisfaction of her labor.

"Okay! It's all packed up. Although there are still a lot of books left to take out, we can open for business tomorrow."

She looked at Ms. Roland, then at the map on the table, and immediately realized that she had interrupted Ms. Roland's divination.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lillian. I'll cook tonight."

"Oh, how can this be? The journey was tiring, and Ms. Roland was the one driving the whole time. I was just sleeping. But these two days have gone by so fast, it feels like only a day has passed."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Roland leaned forward and cupped Lillian's cheek in her delicate hand.

He gently stroked her soft skin with his thumb and said:

"How could I let Princess Hanova cook for me every day? I'm already incredibly grateful that you've indulged my nonsense for two years. If your father found out, he would be furious with me."

Upon hearing this, Lillian immediately pursed her lips and said, "No, Ms. Roland, Father will feel more at ease with you by his side."

Roland looked at Lillian and thought to himself that despite being a favored daughter of heaven, she showed absolutely no signs of being spoiled or arrogant.

Honest and hardworking, he helped me run the bookstore, but I couldn't help feeling a little choked up.

"Alright, alright, you should get some rest. We've come all this way to Moonstone City, so of course we should let you try the local cuisine."

"Local cuisine?! Really? I'm really looking forward to it."

Lillian stuck out her tongue; she was completely powerless against delicious food.

"Mmm, my little glutton, go take a hot bath. You've been cleaning all day and you're covered in dust."

"Yes, Ms. Roland, but I still find it hard to believe that you own such a large manor in Moonstone City."

These words undoubtedly stung Roland's heart, reminding him of the harsh environment of Windhowl Town.

Lillian never complained and endured it with him for two years.

Roland then stepped forward and hugged Lillian tightly, his large chest pressing against her, making her feel abruptly uncomfortable.

"Silly boy, except for that filthy Windhowl Town, I promise all my future homes will be this wonderful."

"...Ms. Roland...I...I can't breathe."

Upon hearing this, Roland quickly separated them.

"Sorry, haha, I just remembered, my Lillian has grown up too."

Lillian's face flushed red upon hearing this.

"I...I didn't."

"Hehe, that's a good thing, Lillian. Don't be bound by worldly views. Even if you and I plan to be single for life, having a great figure is not a bad thing. A woman needs to be charming."

For some reason, when Lillian heard the word "all alone," a sense of unease appeared between her brows.

She remembered something and became somewhat worried.

Roland immediately understood what was going on, and she said calmly:

"My Lillian, you're not still thinking about that Benjamin, are you? We've discussed this many times. His identity is secondary; what's important is his character. He had an immoral relationship with a fake nun and was even deceived. For someone like him, dreaming of becoming an exorcist is just wishful thinking."

"But...but he saved me back then, at the crossroads..."

"So what? Who wouldn't feel pity for the beautiful and kind Lillian? Don't mistake someone's casual act of kindness for goodwill."

"But....."

"Oh, my Lillian, you are too young to understand men's thoughts. Once you meet more people, you will realize that they are all the same, most of them are just creatures who think with their lower bodies."

Lillian lowered her head and remained silent; she knew that Ms. Roland meant well for her.

However, she always felt that Benjamin wasn't as bad as Ms. Rowland described.

"Alright, Lillian, go take a hot bath, be a good girl."

"Um....."

Lillian turned away dejectedly and walked away.

After Lillian left, Roland's eyes turned cold.

She opened her hand, and a money bag appeared out of thin air in her palm.

This was the very £5 that the fake nun had swindled from Benjamin.

That damned prostitute dared to make a move on Lillian; thankfully, she discovered it in time.

Recalling the nun's final struggle, Roland sneered; turning her to ashes finally vented his anger.

That damned bastard who deceived the feelings of his beloved Lillian,

If he hadn't died in the sewers, he wouldn't have let him off so easily!

Fortunately, Lillian didn't know about this, so when Lillian said she was going to say goodbye, Roland naturally didn't stop her.

Because she knew that the two of them were now separated by death.

Roland sat back in his chair and casually tossed the money bag aside.

He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the pendant again.

She still couldn't quite believe that the spirit of the fallen hero was in Windhowl Town, so she began divining again.

"......"

Close your eyes and begin to concentrate.

A white light darted about in the darkness, finally coalescing as she chanted incantations.

Finally, force came through my fingers.

This time, however, it is clear that the direction is not southeast.

Sure enough, the divination went wrong; I must have been too tired.

How could I have wasted two years and still not found what I wanted?

Roland's brows relaxed and the corners of his mouth turned up.

On the one hand, she was satisfied with the divination results and did not deny her two years of hard work.

On the other hand, the fact that a heroic spirit has finally awakened is undoubtedly great news!

With a heart full of trepidation, Roland opened his eyes.

But upon closer inspection, her taut face immediately collapsed and became stiff.

His eyes widened like saucers as he stared at the cylindrical crystal, which was almost tilted, pointing beyond the map.

The direction was right in front of Benjamin's money bag, and Roland was devastated.

"What happened? Is this thing broken?"

Roland was so anxious that he wanted to smash the pendant in his hand, but when he thought of its value, he suppressed the impulse.

"No, I'm too tired. I need to rest for a couple of days first."