Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron looked at the three-story villa in front of him, built of light gray marble. The white columns and carved eaves made the whole house look elegant and solemn.

Unlike the fortress-like mansion of the family that I had seen during the previous missions at the academy, the Earl of Hobart's mansion, although also located in the city center.

However, the architectural style here is noticeably more open, and there are no so-called defensive structures.

Looking through the gaps in the outer iron fence, one can even take in the entire view of the Earl's mansion.

The courtyard is a spacious lawn, surrounded by neatly trimmed roses and shrubs, with a large fountain in the center.

"Mr. Ron, what do you think? My house is nice, isn't it?"

Vicia's voice came from my mind, her tone tinged with a hint of pride.

Ron smiled and agreed with her statement: "It's a beautiful house."

"Vicia, get off the bus."

The girl wanted to say something more, but the woman's voice coming from outside the carriage made her swallow back the words she was about to utter:

"Okay, Mom."

"Mr. Ron, please stay at my house for the time being. I'll find you a suitable place when I have time."

"it is good."

Ron followed Visia's shadow as they disembarked from the carriage and entered the villa.

Once inside the house, he discovered that the girl's home was an even more hidden gem.

Compared to the classically elegant murals I'd seen at the other house, the Earl of Hobart's place was a stark contrast, filled with industrial-style furniture, a huge crystal chandelier, velvet sofas...

It can be described as the ultimate contrast between classical and modern aesthetics.

What surprised him even more was the painting hanging in the center of the hall:

In the silent night sky, a crescent moon hung in the upper left corner, its radiance obscured by a thin, gray mist that resembled a veil of secrecy.

As Ron watched, he became completely absorbed.

A soft sound drifted into my ears, like a woman's murmur, or perhaps a believer's prayer:

"Lord of the Shadows who shroud all spirits, Holder of the Veil of Oblivion, Blesser of Slumber and Peace, Great Moon Goddess, Your faithful follower beseeches your guidance..."

[You are spying on a hidden existence. Physical contamination level +0.001%. Mental contamination level +0.0001]

[You are spying on a hidden existence; pollution continues to increase...]

Ron, who had almost crawled out of Visia's shadow, was startled when he saw the panel notification that suddenly appeared in his eyes. He quickly looked away, no longer daring to stare at the painting.

"Phew, that was close, I almost got exposed."

Fortunately, the Hobarts hadn't noticed the movement under their daughter's feet; otherwise, just looking at that wriggling shadow would have been enough to make them think of something bad.

"What exactly is that thing? And I just heard something about a moon goddess. Do gods exist in this world?"

Ron couldn't help but wonder what the painting meant and what his own ramblings had just occurred to him.

After a while, he suddenly realized that he couldn't quite remember what had happened:

"Huh~ What was I thinking just now?"

The idea suddenly popped into my head, but the moment it appeared, the two items I had obtained from the wizard Mel's legacy seemed to react differently.

【Mel's House of Suppression】

Golden Tree (Seedling Stage)

The two treasures that had been motionless and seemingly nonexistent within him suddenly began to tremble, one of them emitting light and absorbing all the black mist that had invaded his body.

The moment the black mist was dealt with by these two things, Ron's mind was once again filled with memories of everything that had happened before.

"Hiss, the Moon Goddess? The one who holds the Veil of Oblivion?"

He muttered the contents of that rambling in his mind, and in just a moment, the familiar black mist reappeared, wrapping around his body:

"Huh~ Did I forget something again?"

This bizarre scene occurred once again, and the two little things inside Ron's body were as effective as ever.

It absorbed the black mist once again.

"Ugh, I can't think about it anymore, Senior, Adele, Senior, Adele... Big White, Senior, Adele..."

Ron was startled and immediately dared not think about what had happened before. He kept recalling the images of Fiona and Adele in his mind until he buried the memory of the painting deep in his heart, and then he stopped what he was doing.

After all that commotion, Visia's family had walked to the portrait in the living room, knelt on the soft cushions, and begun to pray.

Upon hearing the very first word uttered, Ron immediately shut down his senses, daring neither to listen nor to look.

"The Lord of Shadows who shrouds all spirits, the Holder of the Veil of Oblivion,"

The Blesser of Sleep and Peace

Great Moon Goddess, your faithful followers pray to you.

Thank you for your generosity, which has protected us and kept us safe from disaster.

Praise be to you, great moon goddess.

After the prayer was completed, the three of them lightly touched their chests and foreheads a few times, and then used their right hands to draw the shape of a crescent moon in mid-air.

After doing all this, Visia stood up with her father and mother and straightened her clothes.

"Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest."

"Okay, go ahead, honey. I'll have someone call you for dinner."

"Thank you, Dad."

The girl smiled and gave the man a ladylike bow before leisurely walking upstairs toward her room.

"You only know how to be the good guy, you let me be the bad guy all the time."

The Countess, seeing the father and daughter talking while completely ignoring her, felt a surge of annoyance and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Earl Hobart was speechless. He had to appease the older one after the younger one. He was really busy: "Alright, Visia is just tired. She didn't ignore you on purpose. Do you want to hold a grudge against your own daughter?"

"Heh, I can tell you're only siding with her, not with me at all. Who's really your wife anyway?"

Watching the woman's retreating figure, Count Hobart was immediately dumbfounded:

What's going on here now?

After Ron followed Visia into the room, he immediately used his mental power to sense the situation inside:

"Is anyone there?"

His gaze sharpened, focusing on the source of the noise. He saw a black and white object rushing towards the girl's direction.

Dog?

"Haha, okay, Sisi, stop fooling around."

Visia caught the dog that was lunging at her, hugged it tightly and sniffed it, then smiled and put it on the ground to rub its exposed belly.

Upon seeing this, Ron emerged from the girl's shadow.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared in the room.

After carefully examining the furnishings and layout of the room, he had to admit that, compared to his senior's little wooden cabin, Visia's room was the most girly room he had ever seen.

The pink velvet canopy bed, the soft wool carpet, the magnificent crystal chandelier... everything exudes luxury.

The Border Collie named Sisi was startled by Ron's sudden appearance. After discovering that a stranger had come to the house, she immediately bared her teeth at him. Just as she was about to bark, she found that her mouth was as if it were tied with a rope and she couldn't open it no matter what she did.

This really got to it; it frantically pried at its mouth with its two front paws, trying to open it.

"Mr. Ron, please stop bullying Sissi!"

"So, they bullied you?"