Circle of Inevitability Chapter 496 - 496 Sin

496 Sin

Lumian commented nonchalantly towards Francas suggestion, That works too. In the future, if anyone wants to use this armor, Ill teleport it to you. Whats this called? Its called Ciel Postal Service. Itll be delivered immediately!

After joking, he approached the Pride Armor standing beside the coffee table and began stuffing its silver-white glove into the opening of the Travelers Bag.

With this motion, the towering full-body armor shrank into the small black cloth bag.

As long as one part of an item could enter a Travelers Bag, it could pass through the opening regardless of its size, as long as it didnt exceed the space within. Typically, flesh and blood infused with vitality couldnt be stored in a Travelers Bag.

Considering these factors, Lumians initial thought upon obtaining the Beyonder item and its explanation manual was that it could be used to conceal a corpse.

How magical... Jenna watched the scene unfold with envy.

Despite attending numerous mysticism gatherings, she had never encountered such an item. The closest thing she knew was the world inside a painting.

Lumian concealed his Travelers Bag beneath his clothes, a smile playing on his lips. Addressing Anthony and Jenna, he remarked, After this incident, you ought to know Franca and I are backed by a secret organization. Its not the Iron and Blood Cross Order or the Demoness Sect. So, what do you say? Interested in joining? If not, Ill need you to sign a confidentiality agreement or swear a binding oath of secrecy.

Having heard Lumian and Franca discuss the secret organization and knowing that they genuinely believed in Mr. Fool, Jenna was familiar with the tarot card code name. Having received The Fools response, her decision was swift.

Im in.

Anthony Reid pondered in silence for a moment before inquiring, Does your organization follow some hidden entity?

Its an orthodox god, Lumian responded, addressing Anthonys unspoken concerns. If you doubt me, I can show you the cathedral.

Observing Lumians expression, Anthony confirmed the sincerity.

The Psychiatrist let out a bitter laugh and admitted, Then I dont have an issue. My past experiences and this incident have taught me that Im still too feeble to prevent such a catastrophe. Even if it stands right beside me, I can only watch as myself and those around me plummet into the abyss.

For Anthony, joining a secret organization seemed like a pragmatic choice to strengthen himselfespecially one that followed an orthodox god.

As a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery, Anthony had carefully considered it. He realized that the Churchs scriptures lacked any mention of animosity between orthodox gods, unlike the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, which perpetually preached hatred towards the Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

In other words, his faith wouldnt hinder Anthony from joining such a secret organization.

Without waiting for Lumian and Francas response, Anthony grinned self-deprecatingly and admitted, I originally planned to head back to the West Midseashire Coast, live in the countryside, but now Im worried I cant escape the looming catastrophe. Just like those in the market district, whod willingly dance on the edge of life and death amidst repeated abnormalities? Yet, their wills and desires are futile.

From what Ive seen, catastrophes are becoming more frequent.

Lumian mocked his companion.

Youve turned into a nag after your mental illness got sorted.

He continued, Well hash out the details once you confirm your Major Arcana card and get your mission assignment.

Jenna pursed her lips, a dark expression crossing her face.

I actually kinda like living in the market district...

It seemed like she needed to leave this place.

A soft chuckle escaped Lumians lips.

This is, in fact, protection for the market district. Hunters and Demonesses always bring catastrophe.

Always bring catastrophe, even if they dont do anything? Jennas eyes narrowed as she sank into deep thought.

F*ck off! Youre the only one like this! Franca cursed, a mix of irritation and amusement.

In the past few months, most catastrophes in the market district had orbited around Ciel. What did it have to do with Jenna and me?

Wouldnt that prove that 007 was right?

After discussing other matters, Lumian and Franca stepped out of 3 Rue des Blouses Blanches into the morning sun. One headed for Psychics headquarters on Rue Scheer in Avenue du Boulevard, while the other made her way to Trocadero.

Lumian opted for a four-wheeled, two-seater rental carriage instead of the usual public carriage.

Outside the carriage window, street vendors hawked Whiskey Sour, meatloaf, freshwater fish, onion bread, spicy sauce, soybean paste, and various other items. Passersby either paused to make a purchase or briskly moved on. Some were clad as clerks, others in an array of differently colored workers uniforms.

After the riot of the previous night and the apocalyptic downpour, this place was once again alive with activity.

For Lumian, it was reminiscent of the market district of the past, but now, he was a wanted criminal againin his identity as Ciel Dubois, a member of the Iron and Blood Cross Order and a leader of the Savoie Mob.

Salle de Bal Brise and the other establishments had undoubtedly been seized by the police headquarters. The Iron and Blood Cross Orders grip on the market district had almost been eradicated.

Lumian found it regrettable as it meant losing a stable source of income.

However, after taking Ludwig in the previous night and informing Madam Magician about the information, he intentionally returned to Salle de Bal Brise before the chaos settled. He secured 30,000 verl dor from the safe, bringing his total to 75,000 verl dor and 1,000 gold.

Lumians mind wandered as he observed the passersby and listened to the vendors pitches.

After reporting the previous nights matters to Mr. K and obtaining the Aurora Order Oracles approval, he planned to leave Trier for the Feynapotter Kingdom.

Before embarking on his journey, he had three priorities:

Firstly, he needed to locate Lugano Toscano, who had lost his job again, and inquire if he was willing to accompany him to the Feynapotter Kingdoms Port Santa. This Sequence 8 Doctor, often journeying to the Feynapotter Kingdom, was fluent in highlander. Lumian, knowing only Intisian and ancient Feysac, risked communication challenges without himhaving to resort to body language.

Secondly, he awaited Jenna and Anthonys Major Arcana card missions to see if they could collaborate and assist each other.

Thirdly, he planned to use the messenger-related spirit world creature information that came with the Reaper formula from Madam Magician to attempt gaining a messenger. This would make future communication with Franca and others more convenient. Additionally, he had to perform a ritual to acquire one or two more contractual abilities.

On Avenue du Boulevard, at 19 Rue Scheer, beneath the luxurious beige house, Lumian met Mr. K once again in the basement.

The Oracle, his face concealed in hooded shadows, occupied a red armchair, his profound gaze fixed on Lumian.

Last night, I entered Fourth Epochs Trier, Lumian got straight to the point, hoping to capture Mr. Ks attention.

Mr. Ks hooded head nodded. I know. Tell me the whole story.

You know? Lumian was surprised. He recounted capturing Bouvard Pont-Pero during his revenge, and the subsequent events of how he, Franca, and company defeated Mirror Gardner, using the special mirror world to escape Fourth Epoch Trier.

Throughout the entire narrative, he shared only his experiences, avoiding any mention of Jenna and the others encounters or his speculations. For instance, he omitted details like the fortunate gold coin or Jennas prayer to Mr. Fool, stating only that he had inexplicably entered the world in the painting.

Similarly, he left out many specifics.

Mr. K listened attentively without interrupting Lumians account.

After Lumian mentioned the elimination of the Iron and Blood Cross Orders market division and his exposed identity, Mr. K stood up and spoke in a hoarse voice, No problem. Feel free to seek my assistance at any time.

Without awaiting Lumians response, the Aurora Order Oracle turned around, knelt, and prostrated himself on the ground.

Mr. Ks face pressed tightly against the floor tiles as he muttered to himself, his thoughts incomprehensible.

Lumian waited in silence, refraining from interrupting Mr. K. The shadows around him deepened, as if unseen eyes were fixed on him, sending shivers down his spine.

Yet, he remained unfazed. It seemed normal for individuals from the Aurora Order to suddenly exhibit erratic behavior.

After an indeterminate period, Mr. K coughed violently, and blood spurted from the ground.

He looked up and spoke in a deep, frenzied voice, Oh, merciful Father, I implore your mercy for my transgressions.

After repeating this three times, Mr. Ks face pressed against the ground again, emitting sounds of chewing and devouring.

After performing these peculiar actions, he stood up and tapped four timestop, down, left, righton his chest.

What happened? Why the repentance? Lumian asked curiously.

Mr. K rasped, Our Aurora Order failed to react in time to last nights catastrophe. Failing to cooperate with you in destroying the ritual was my dereliction of duty.

Its not your responsibility, Lumian replied, his lips twitching.

The Tarot Clubs actions had primarily propelled the Hostels plan forward. It was already commendable for the Aurora Order to swiftly discern what had occurred. There was no need for Mr. K to repent and shoulder the blame for the lapse.

Mr. K shook his head. No matter the reason, failure to act is a sin.

Do you have to be so responsible... Youre just a secret organization, not fanatical believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun... Lumian muttered silently.

As if sensing Lumians thoughts, Mr. K spread his arms wide and spoke with abnormal fanaticism, Because our Aurora Order is born to bear all sin.

I think youre being too extreme... Lumian struggled to control his expression.