Circle of Inevitability Chapter 170 - 170 Nightstalkers

170 Nightstalkers

Lumian brandished Hedseys dagger, a sly grin forming on his face.

Ive got a question for you.

You couldve come straight to me. No need for all this, Ait instinctively tried to stall for time.

With a quick glance, he scanned the room from the corner of his eye, but there were no lifeless bodies to be found.

Based on his combat with Ciel, Ait knew it was impossible for the other party to eliminate ten armed thugs without a single one escaping.

In fact, even Ait himself wouldnt dare to face the encirclement of ten revolvers in such a confined space. He might take down three or four of them, but he would surely meet his demise.

If Ait, with his abilities, couldnt pull it off, there was no way Cielwho he believed to be somewhat weaker and reliant on cunning strategiescould achieve such a feat.

Given the circumstances, Ait assumed most of his ten subordinates had fled, while a few might have sought assistance from the Black Scorpion.

With this realization, a strong desire to survive surged within Ait.

As long as I dont anger Ciel and can buy myself six to seven minutes, theres a good chance Ill be saved!

If I hadnt done this, how else could I have crossed paths with you, considering my relationship with your Poison Spur Mob? Lumian deliberately created the illusion that he didnt intend to spill blood.

He raised the dagger, emphasizing his point.

Enough with the games. Answer my questions. You know Im not a patient person. If you refuse or lie, Ill end your life right here. I can always ask Baldy Harman later. After all, there are plenty of folks in your Poison Spur Mob who know about those matters.

Lumian had compelled the mobsters to depart, not only due to the situation but also to seize control of the situation.

If he didnt make Ait believe he still had a fighting chance, prying answers from him in a short amount of time without employing mystical means would be futile.

A person who clung to hope would fear death all the more!

Ait promptly responded, Alright!

He resolved to divulge some information, delving into the details, hoping to hold out for those crucial six to seven minutes.

Naturally, he contemplated whether Ciel might abandon the inquiry at the last moment and execute him. Yet, aside from cooperating, Ait had no other choice. He could only hope the information he shared would be valuable enough to captivate Ciels interest and prevent an untimely demise.

About three minutes... Lumian silently counted the seconds and posed his next question.

Have you encountered Louis Lund?

Ait hesitated.

In a swift motion, Lumian swung the dagger, piercing Aits shoulder and eliciting a gush of crimson blood.

Ait, his expression contorted, felt the unyielding ruthlessness emanating from Lumian and sensed the specter of impending death drawing near. Fear gripped his heart.

He blurted out, Yes! Wanted posters for Louis Lund can be found in Salle de Gristmill and many other places. The moment I laid eyes on him at the Bosss hideout, I recognized him.

Ait realized he couldnt rely on silence and hesitation to gain more time. That would only lead to uncontrollable consequences.

Lying was also risky since he couldnt be certain which questions Ciel was using to test his honesty.

In comparison, offering convoluted yet seemingly valuable information would be more likely to appease the other party.

As expected... Lumian was delighted.

Having confirmed the connection between Louis Lund and the Poison Spur Mobs Black Scorpion Roger, Lumian had achieved his objective for this operation. The remaining questions were just an added bonus. It would be nice to get answers, but it wouldnt be a deal-breaker if he didnt.

Why did he go to Black Scorpion Roger? Lumian inquired further.

Ait shook his head.

Im not aware of the specifics, but Ive heard that the lady Louis Lund is loyal to has arrived in Trier. She wants our Poison Spur Mob and their respective spheres of influence to coordinate efforts and avoid conflicts.

Our boss, with the approval of Madame Moon, took charge of the liaison.

Madame Moon? Lumian never expected another Madame Moon to enter the picture.

He didnt even know what was happening with Madame Night.

Madame Moon is the one the Poison Spur Mob swears loyalty to. Well, our boss has mentioned that shes not just a Madame anymore, but a Lady who Births Deities. We often offer prayers to her. I havent seen her myself; only the Boss and Baldy have.

Not Madame... From Madame Moon to Lady who Births Deities... Had she received more boons and elevated her status? Lumian nodded in understanding.

Whats the relationship between Madame Moon and Madame Night?

They both belong to an organization called the Nightstalkers. Madame Moon appears to be the leader, or at least a significant figure at the leadership level. Ait provided a convoluted description of what he knew.

A secret organization that believes in some hidden existence? Lumian redirected the conversation to the matter that intrigued him the most.

Will Louis Lund visit Black Scorpion Roger again?

Hell likely come back next week to check if everyone has followed through on their agreements and if any adjustments are needed. I dont know the exact timing, Ait honestly responded.

Ill have the chance to reunite with Louis Lund on Avenue du Marche next week? And Ill be stationed there permanently after Sunday! Lumian felt a surge of delight and excitement.

He then pressed on, asking,

What kind of power does Black Scorpion Roger possess?

H-hes a Heretic Spellmaster, Ait stammered instinctively. Our boss said it himself. The essence of a Heretic Spellmaster is using their life force to cast spells. It can be their own life force or someone elses, but it seems they need to be controlled beforehand.

So he truly is a Heretic Spellmaster... Truly wicked and cruel... Lumian recalled the battle with the midwife.

Observing Lumians lack of surprise, Ait felt a sense of relief for not lying. He continued, Ive witnessed him using a few spells. One is a peculiar curse, another involves manipulating blood, then theres a kind of black flame that weakens people, and finally, he has some effects on corpses and ghosts. I dont know much else.

Theres at least one morethe ability to create a turf filled with undead creatures, allowing him to share damage and mysteriously teleport... Lumian silently muttered, his gaze fixed on Ait, gesturing for him to continue.

Ait steeled himself and spoke.

Our boss also mentioned that if we perform well, he might receive more boons and become a Sower.

Having said that, Ait regretted his decision not to choose a boon back then and instead opt for a potion. It had caused his progress to be hindered by the need for ingredients and other factors. The hope of reaching Sequence 7 seemed distant.

As long as one contributed enough and their body could withstand it, they could attain more boons.

A Sower? A symbol of abundance and life? Hmm, when Madame Pualis was still Pulitt, he had many illegitimate children. He was despised by countless people in the Dariege area, to the point that his family had to disown him and pretend he had gone missing... Could this be a manifestation of a Sowers powers? Did Pulitt lose control under the influence of the boons? And after becoming a Sower, it appears that he underwent a gender transformation. Is that the level equivalent to the Madames, or is it one Sequence higher than them? Lumians mind raced with numerous thoughts.

Observing Lumians expression, Ait continued speaking.

I dont know what comes after Sower. All I know is that Wilson is a Villain, equivalent to Sequence 9. Harman is a Gardener, and his strength is similar to mine, but he possesses extensive knowledge of botany. He can create potions with magical effects. Yes, he has a potion that temporarily hardens his skin like tree bark. I tried slashing him with a knife, but he only suffered minor injuries. He also has medicines to treat various illnesses and injuries.

So, becoming a Heretic Spellmaster requires being a Gardener. No wonder the midwife used those giant scissors as a weapon... Fortunately, I obtained this information. If I had assassinated Baldy Harman without giving him time to react, he wouldnt have used his body to shield Fallen Mercury... Targeted intelligence is truly valuable... Lumian sighed with a mix of emotions.

Ait pondered for a moment and continued, Harman once mentioned that the spiritual monsters born from trees and flowers become highly frightened when they see him since he is a Gardener and responsible for their pruning.

Ait, who was trying to buy more time, quickly brought up another topic.

Our boss mentioned that among the unrecognized paramount beings, only three can bestow godhood without much difficulty. One is the Great Mother of our faith, another has Desire and Tree in its name, and the third appears to be a mysterious fog. As for the other beings, if they wish to grant godhood, they have to perform a very, very complex ritual that would easily be discovered and destroyed.

The Mother Tree of Desire? What sets them apart from the being with the name Inevitability? Why can they bestow godhood without the need for an extensive ritual? Heh heh, I wonder what will happen when a Gardener encounters a Fallen Tree Spirit, the latter undergoing a suppression brought about by their inherent order in the hierarchy? Lumians thoughts raced, and he suddenly changed the subject.

Who is the candidate for parliament you support?

Its Hugues Artois from the Enlightenment Party. Aits anticipation grew as he noticed that quite some time had passed.

If those rascals hurry, theyll meet the Boss!

Ait, who was waiting for Lumian to ask about the Poison Spur Mobs recent plans, suddenly saw the other party raise his right hand and swing his dagger.

With a soft sound, the dagger pierced Aits temples and stirred them a few times.

Aits mouth hung open in horror, and his eyes grew desperate and unfocused.

With a thud, he collapsed, no longer drawing breath.

Lumian left the dagger lodged in Aits head and swiftly bandaged his wounds. He then stowed away his belongings, shouldered the lifeless body, and pushed open the rooms window before leaping down.

Since it was only the second floor, his landing was steady, and he broke into a run.

Instead of taking the most direct route, Lumian opted for a detour through Rue du Rossignol, making his way to Avenue du Marche.

The late-night atmosphere offered scarce street lamps, casting a pitch-black darkness that seemed to consume anyone on the road.

It took Lumian over two minutes to carry Aits corpse to the entrance of Salle de Bal Brise.

The two mobsters guarding the entrance were about to halt him when they recognized Ciels face.

As a result, they ceased their interference and allowed him to enter.

In the second-floor cafe, Louis approached Baron Brignaiss side, carrying a stack of papers, a black revolver, a bayonet, and a bag of bullets.

Baron, I have everything prepared for Ciel.

More information and weapons.

Baron Brignais nodded.

Send them to Auberge du Coq Dore tomorrow morning.

After issuing the instructions, Baron Brignais spoke with anticipation, I wonder what kind of performance he will stage for us and when he will make his move. Do you think he will choose Hammer Ait, Baldy Harman, or Short-legged Candlestick...

Before Baron Brignais could finish his sentence, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him.

The mobster guarding the first-floor entrance wore a terrified expression as he addressed Baron Brignais, C-Ciel is here! Hehes carrying someoneor rather, a corpse!

At that moment, Lumian emerged from the staircase, a smile on his face. His steps seemed heavier than usual.

That is? Baron Brignais looked at the lifeless body trailing behind Ciel, a mixture of confusion and seriousness on his face.

Lumian tossed the corpse to the ground, clapped his hands, and grinned.

Hammer Ait.