Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 237 Triss

"A stroke of luck?" Leonard was startled.

He's also a nominal follower of fantasy.

Of course, like most night watchmen, he wasn't a pure fantasist; that title was usually only used when he was getting paid.

"Heh, there are quite a few Dream Cultists, but very few who are truly blessed," Pales Zoroaster chuckled.

"Old man, what's going on?" Leonard asked.

"You can tell just by looking at him," Pales said lazily, not wanting to answer.

"..." Leonard was speechless, but decided to raise his attention to Klein to a new level.

Well... Pales ended up like this after all. He was no match for Amon in the battle, but at least he managed to escape and save himself.

Since Amun was unable to capture Him, He won!

By sheer coincidence, He even parasitized Leonard and infiltrated the Church of the Night.

He originally intended to hide here from Amon, but to his surprise, he encountered Truman here.

This further solidified its resolve to parasitize Leonard, since Truman was here, making it arguably the safest place in the world.

……

In a house with a red chimney in Tingen, a man with a gloomy face holds a quill pen suspended over a piece of white paper, seemingly contemplating how to begin writing.

The man was not in a good state; there seemed to be some kind of malice surging in his eyes, a backlash from the quill pen.

Several lines of text had already been written on the white paper.

"Triss finally made up her mind to advance to the 'Witch' rank, and coincidentally, she bought enough materials in Tingen's Extraordinary Market, completing the advancement as quickly as possible."

"Triss is so pure and excellent that she has earned the admiration of other members of the witch cult."

"In order to protect Triss, the Witch Cult has made a decision."

"As everyone knows, in addition to worshipping the 'Primordial Witch,' the Witch Cult also worships 'Dreams,' so there's no reason for them not to visit the Church of St. Serena."

The man holding the quill pen could no longer write, for he had discovered that his script had deviated slightly.

The quill pen had already slipped from the man's control and was writing rapidly on the paper.

"Oh, poor Ince Zangwell, his script was so bad that the Antigonus Notebook, which was supposed to corrupt the Night Watch team, was lost, and even Klein Moretti was not killed, leaving a hidden danger."

"The Night Watchers have located the notebook through Mr. Klein Moretti, and with Ms. Daly's involvement, they will most likely be able to resolve this matter easily."

"With a powerful enough Lady Daly around, the Night Watch squad won't be corrupted by the notebook, which means they will continue to follow the path of fate."

"Ince Zangwell's script is going to be torn up..."

Just as the quill pen was about to bring the story to a close, a pale hand grasped it, forcibly stopping its writing.

Ince Zangwell then began to refine his idea.

"After becoming a witch, Triss became too arrogant and was discovered by the Night Watchers, putting her in danger."

"The Witch Cult is also unable to locate her for the time being, but of course, the friendly Ince Zangwell is happy to cooperate with them."

The quill pen paused for a few seconds, then started a new line.

"Everyone will die, including Mr. Klein Moretti."

The destiny written with a quill pen began to take shape in reality.

Just then, Klein Moretti, who had just finished a day's work and was lying down at home, suddenly felt a terrifying malice descend upon him!

"What's going on?!" Klein jumped out of bed and drew his revolver as fast as he could.

But as Klein carefully sensed it, that sense of crisis receded like the tide, leaving no trace.

"The crisis sensor has been triggered!" Klein tensed up, observing his surroundings and cautiously checking under the bed, in the closet, and even in the bathroom.

But after battling with thin air for about ten minutes, Klein still couldn't find anything unusual.

"What's going on? Is this crisis sensing fake?" Klein couldn't help but complain.

Klein was completely bewildered. He had become a "fortune teller" just a few days ago, and now he was a "prayer." His understanding of the occult was still not deep enough.

After confirming that there was no immediate crisis, Klein began to summarize all his abilities, mainly focusing on "The Prayer".

"The essence of the power of the 'prayer' should be the perception of the outside world by a high spirituality."

"But this perception is based on my cognitive constructs. If my subconscious believes that drinking cold water might cause me to contract the Black Death, then wouldn't cold water become a source of my sense of crisis? Would every time I come into contact with cold water make me jump?"

Klein thought it was scientific, but not mystical!

"There must be an even more mysterious power, is it a sign from fate? How is it different from 'divination'...?"

"The 'fortune teller' needs to be played, but what about the 'prayer'...?"

……

The morning light streamed through the glass window, scattering into softer, more delicate rays that fell upon a young girl's flawless body, creating a stunning effect.

"Master...so beautiful!" For a moment, Triss didn't find drinking that "witch" potion so unacceptable.

This body was so perfect that it captivated the first person who saw it.

"Witch Cult? Hmph, I'd better not go back to such a weird cult. As a Sequence Seven, I'll do just fine no matter what." Triss still carried some of the roguishness she had before her transformation.

She didn't know what the witch cult wanted to do, but for safety's sake, she decided to lay low for the time being.

Triss spent a considerable amount of time putting on the women's dress she had bought, letting her hair down, and wearing a hat with a black veil.

At this moment, Triss and Triss became completely two different people.

"Very good, no one will recognize me anymore."

Trish packed up her assets and prepared to flee.

Everything was going smoothly. He had arrived at Tingen train station and only needed to buy a ticket to Backlund to leave Tingen and start his new life.

"Hello, we are police officers..." Triss subconsciously looked up at the source of the voice.

There were two policemen in black and white checkered uniforms and soft caps with badges, asking station staff questions while holding a portrait.

Triss instinctively lowered her head, unwilling to meet the eyes of these people; this was a habit she had developed over a long time.

"Huh?" Klein suddenly sensed something and looked at a girl wearing a gray dress and a black veil hat.

Very beautiful... that was Klein's first impression upon seeing the girl's profile.

(End of this chapter)