入室强性暴

In under fifteen minutes, he sensed something. He looked up and fixed his gaze on a spot near the window.

A folded letter lay there, undisturbed.

That fast? Lumian, surprised, reached out and took the letter.

Hela’s response, vice president of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society, had arrived sooner than expected.

!!

Lumian unfolded the letter and skimmed the elegantly written words.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Ever since Muggle missed last month’s gathering, I’ve had a bad feeling.

“There are too many dangers in this world. Sometimes, we can’t avoid them just because we want to unless we can control everyone around us.

“If you wish, you can tell me about Muggle’s misfortune. You don’t have to go into great detail. Just tell me the general situation…

“From the fact that you can summon my messenger, you should have stepped onto the Beyonder path. I’m not sure if your sister told you that this means you’ll always be accompanied by danger and madness, but I have to remind you that restraint and caution are our best friends.

“In the future, if you have any questions about mysticism, you can ask me by writing to me. Although I’m not one of those with vast knowledge, I can answer many questions.

“I’ve only met Muggle twice in the past year, mainly discussing various matters in the Beyonder domain. What left a deep impression on me was that she mentioned that a friend of hers was affected by a strange dream, hoping to find a solution. If necessary, she wanted to hire a real psychiatrist to treat him…”

Lumian silently read Hela’s reply, his face twisting with emotion.

Aurore had been searching for a solution to his bizarre dream!

Lumian composed himself and contemplated his response.

Suddenly, he froze.

His brows furrowed as he muttered, “Aurore told Hela about hiring a real psychiatrist…

“Considering Madame Susie’s description, a true psychiatrist must refer to a specific Sequence of the Spectator pathway…

“Only Beyonders skilled in this domain can prevent me from dreaming of the world shrouded in gray fog…”

The issue wasn’t with the situation. The problem was:

Aurore’s grimoire only had Sequence 9 Spectator recorded for the pathway!

Yet, she clearly knew about Psychiatrist!

Lumian quickly recalled the two conversations in his dream.

First, Aurore had said she wanted to find a genuine Hypnotist for him.

Second, Aurore had mentioned that she knew Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 of all pathways and had a certain understanding of them.

Psychiatrist is often associated with hypnosis. Hypnotist is most likely a Sequence of the Spectator pathway as well, perhaps even superior to Psychiatrist…

Aurore’s grimoire doesn’t have records of the corresponding Sequence 8 or Sequence 7 of the Spectator pathway… Lumian’s expression became grave, intermingled with a twisted thrill.

After so many days, he had finally discovered a discrepancy in Aurore’s grimoire!

Previously, he had his suspicions but wasn’t certain if there was any hidden anomaly. After all, Aurore in his dream was a figure formed from his memories and impressions under the influence of the soul fragment. Everything she said might not be accurate or complete. It was normal for her not to mention any exceptions explicitly.

Now, Hela’s response indirectly confirmed that Aurore truly knew about one or more Sequences within the Spectator pathway and possessed a certain grasp of their related abilities.

Why hadn’t Aurore recorded this knowledge in her grimoire? What was the secret behind this inconsistency? Lumian pulled out a blank sheet of paper, his emotions a blend of grief and anticipation.

In under a minute, he wrote, “Honorable Madam Hela,

“The truth is…

“My memory of the actual events is fragmented due to the calamity.

“If you could assist me in locating Guillaume Bénet, Pualis de Roquefort, and others, I would be deeply grateful. Their appearances and attributes can be found on the authorities’ wanted posters.

“Lastly, I’m curious about the real psychiatrist Muggle intended to hire.”

In his letter, Lumian briefly touched upon Cordu. He made no mention of the dream, the loop, or his rescue. He only speculated that Padre Guillaume Bénet, under someone’s guidance, had worshipped an evil god and banished Madame Pualis, who followed another sinister deity. Bénet then attempted a ritual with the entire village as a sacrifice. At the crucial moment, Muggle, selected as a vessel, pushed Lumian away, an essential sacrifice, causing the ritual’s failure and Cordu’s destruction. Finally, the official Beyonders, who had been called for aid, cleaned up the mess.

Lumian reassembled the altar, summoned the silver skull, and handed it the letter.

In less than fifteen minutes, he received a second reply from Hela.

Rather than comparing response speeds between Madam Magician and Madame Hela, Lumian eagerly read the letter’s contents.

“I can sense your sorrow and understand your desire to uncover the truth and exact vengeance upon the perpetrator.

“As Muggle’s friend, I’ll aid you to the best of my ability, including but not limited to locating those individuals.

“I can also offer you a fresh lead on this matter. To my knowledge, Muggle’s parents and other family members may still be alive in this world. She had distanced herself from them for some reason and didn’t dare return to Trier. I’m unsure if they’re in any danger or if they’ve come into contact with the evil god’s followers.

“I don’t know which Psychiatrist Muggle sought. Our organization has numerous genuine Psychiatrists, and many gatherings Muggle and I attended don’t overlap. I’ll assist you by inquiring with members who have interacted with her to see if you can obtain the answer you seek…

“Until this investigation is complete, I’ll help conceal the fact that Muggle is deceased…

“If you relocate in the future, remember to summon my messenger again to prevent me from losing contact with you after obtaining pertinent information…”

After reading, Lumian fell silent for a long while before exhaling slowly.

Initially, he’d imagined Madame Hela would invite him to join the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society, taking Aurore’s place. In doing so, he could more effectively investigate the Psychiatrist Aurore sought to hire. However, it seemed the organization was highly cautious about recruiting new members. They might even need to meet specific criteria to be considered candidates. For instance, Aurore had mentioned that none of them could return to their hometowns.

Maybe Madame Hela is observing and testing me… Lumian reassured himself and resumed studying Aurore’s grimoire.

As for Aurore’s original family, he was at a loss for where to begin.

…

Wednesday, 7:50 p.m., 20 Rue des Blouses Blanches.

Lumian rapped on Osta Trul’s door, dressed in a grayish-blue worker’s uniform and a dark-blue, almost black cap.

Osta, clad in black robes and a hood, opened the wooden door and glanced around. He grinned and remarked, “You’re more punctual than I anticipated.”

“I honor my promises better than you might think.” Lumian strode into the room and handed Osta banknotes and coins worth 80 verl d’or.

Osta accepted it, counting twice with an even broader smile.

As he guided Lumian downstairs, he rambled, “The market district’s been somewhat chaotic lately. Baron Brignais didn’t even come to me for money.”

“A gang leader died,” Lumian commented nonchalantly.

Realizing the connection, Osta said regretfully, “Why couldn’t Baron Brignais have died?”

“Even if Baron Brignais were dead, there’d still be Baron Guillaume and Baron Pierre. As long as the Savoie Mob exists, you’d have to repay the loan you owe,” Lumian taunted.

Osta’s expression soured.

Before long, he and Lumian boarded a public carriage. They each paid 30 coppet and found seats.

In about an hour, the carriage arrived at Avenue du Boulevard on the Srenzo River’s north bank, Quartier 8, from the Le Marché du Quartier du Gentleman on the river’s south bank.

This was the heart of the entire Intis Republic. The presidential Pavilion of Pleasure, the Grand Palace where Emperor Roselle once resided, and various newspaper headquarters were all here, encircled by upscale residences.

Lumian had previously read in newspapers that the average rent in this district was 4,000 verl d’or annually, roughly 74 verl d’or weekly. The priciest ones could even reach tens of thousands.

Noticing the empty carriage, Lumian lowered his voice and inquired of Osta, “Is Mr. K hosting a gathering on Avenue du Boulevard?”

Osta smirked and replied, “Always. Psychic and Arcane have their headquarters on Avenue du Boulevard as well.”

You guys sure know how to hide… Lumian gazed at the broad, flat avenue outside the window, the orderly Intis parasol trees lining the street, and the elegant, light-colored buildings behind them.

Just before 8:50 p.m., Osta led Lumian into the six-story beige luxury house at 19 Rue Scheer.

“This is Psychic magazine’s headquarters, but they only occupy the top three floors.” Osta didn’t ascend the stairs but turned right into a corridor on the ground floor.

Only then did he inform Lumian, “Mr. K wants to see you beforehand.”

“Alright.” Lumian dipped his head and adjusted his hat, seemingly preoccupied with something.

Osta produced an iron-colored mask and grinned.

“It’s time to disguise yourself. You can’t let everyone see your true appearance.”

In the next instant, Lumian looked up.

His face was shrouded in layers of white bandages, leaving only his eyes, nostrils, and ears exposed.

Upon seeing this, Osta’s heart nearly skipped a beat.