Circle of Inevitability Chapter 736 - 736 Night

736 Night

Can you accept such an outcome?

Inside an empty house in Quartier de la Cathedrale Commemorative, Angouleme de Francois, wearing a lion headdress, stood by the window, gazing down at the gas streetlamps below, patiently waiting.

After losing contact, he and Hidden Blade had switched emergency communication methods. They aimed to quickly re-establish contact, even without Madame Helas messenger.

Early the previous morning, as soon as he had wrapped up the Moran Avigny case, he immediately tried to locate Hidden Blade.

Finally, Hidden Blade Franca, dressed in her assassin outfit, emerged from the shadows.

Angouleme cut right to it and asked, Did you take down Moran Avigny?

Otherwise? Franca replied with a smile.

Although Overseer Perles vortex warning hung over Francas head like a sharp blade, preventing her from relaxing just because Moran Avigny was dead and she had the intel, Franca wouldnt let it ruin her mood or make her solemn or anxious.

The Major Arcana card holders would naturally worry about something so serious, and she and the others just needed to follow orders and complete the missions. No point fretting.

Plus, the intel they obtained was crucial and valuable. Either the Eternal Blazing Sun Church or the Demoness Sect would definitely be grateful!

Franca was filled with anticipation over this.

It really was you guys... Angouleme couldnt help but sigh.

Hidden Blade and her team really acted fast. They had mentioned dealing with a government minister, and not long after, they actually attacked and succeeded.

Franca covered for Lumian, saying, We were waiting for Moran Avigny to walk into the mirror himself. Surprisingly, the Aurora Order suddenly assassinated him, forcing him into our trap early.

Combined with the scene details, Angouleme slightly nodded and said, So it was just a coincidence...

This aligned with what the Purifiers had confirmed.

Angouleme then asked, So wheres Moran Avigny now?

Dead, Franca said with a tongue click. He was definitely a Mirror Person, and gave us lots of important intel.

What intel? Angouleme quickly asked.

Franca chuckled and raised her right hand, gently rubbing her thumb and index finger together. Wheres my informant fee?

Angouleme said in exasperated amusement, Dont forget I contributed a lot to the Moran Avigny operation. Even if I dont get spoils, its no problem to hear the intel, right?

Franca, who always prided herself on fairly splitting loot, awkwardly cleared her throat.

Just kidding. Just kidding. But that intel is super important. Your superior will definitely reward you. Dont forget to help me collect my fee!

Get to the point, Angouleme replied in a deep voice.

It wasnt that he was stingy about the fee, but Hidden Blade had twice emphasized how crucial the intel was, making him eager.

Franca omitted Tarot Club and Aurora Order details, but started from capturing Jebus to Overseer Perles painted self appearing and Lumians theory about the whole situation.

Initially, Angouleme stayed relatively composed. Mirror People problems barely factored into Purifier expectations. But when Moran Avigny was tricked into revealing Roselle Gustav led the Mirror People, Angoulemes head started buzzing louder and louder.

Why do Hidden Blade and the others always get mixed up in such major situations?

How long has it been since the Hostel incident? Why is there another vortex?

After Franca finished, Angouleme couldnt help but raise his right hand and pinch his throbbing, headdress-concealed forehead. His emotions were so scrambled he was speechless.

Franca smugly asked, Hows that? Project Vortex, the Mirror People, and intel about a hidden traitorpretty important stuff, right?

Noticing Angoulemes grave gaze and slightly moving, teeth-grinding mouth, Franca instinctively added, Dont blame me! Were not causing these problems, Triers just uniquely prone to all kinds of chaos. Were victims too!

Angouleme slowly exhaled and said, Ill... submit this intel... tonight. I wont forget to pass along my informants reward request. What do you want?

At the mention of tonight, Angoulemes emotions surged and he paused a moment.

He had just finished his workday an hour ago and left Saint Vieve Cathedral. Now he had to return!

Im Agent 007, not some societal slave working from midnight to midnight every damn day! Angouleme inwardly cursed, but still appeared calm, reliable, and emotionally stable.

Franca deeply pondered and said, All the Pleasure potion ingredients.

She had considered her Affliction potion could be rewarded by the Demoness Sect, but not Jennas. She could only rely on the authorities.

Arent you already at Pleasure? Angouleme muttered, giving up asking. He nodded, Ill help get it.

He didnt ask about Hidden Blades Pleasure potion preparations, just as he didnt ask how she and her crew survived facing a demigods painted self.

Franca was overjoyed at 007s promise.

Getting Pleasure from the Church and Affliction from the Demoness Sect, surely Madam Judgment would reward me too. I sold this one intel three times... I can now understand Lumians glee at triple-dipping mission rewards!

Angouleme rubbed his temples and muttered, There are Cardinals not from the Sun pathway, and way more diocese bishops. I really dont know what well uncover next. I just hope the impact isnt too massive.

He meant the April Fools insider in the Eternal Church. With a clear lead, it wouldnt be hard for that party to be discovered, even if they worked through a Broker.

Without waiting for Francas reply, Angouleme pondered a moment and said, The humanoid Sealed Artifact transaction is approved. Let me know the transaction details anytime.

Its finally approved... Franca criticized the bureaucracy and curiously asked, Whats the story with that humanoid Artifact?

She had encountered the humanoid Sealed Artifact during the sea prayer ritual and knew its abnormal power.

Angouleme shook his head. Im not cleared for that intel. All I know is she used to be a Sequence 4 Spectator demigod. Later she suddenly went insane, but I dont know if she went mad before an evil god corrupted her, or because of the corruption.

It was probably the latter, Franca said thoughtfully. Arent Spectator Beyonders usually emotionally stable and hard to lose control?

Angouleme rejected Francas statement. From what I know, Spectators normally dont have issues. But when they do, it gets really messy.

True, Franca thought of I Know Someone.

After chatting a while, Angouleme bid Hidden Blade farewell and left the empty room.

Before leaving, he quickly reviewed the intel, then inwardly sighed with a heavy heart.

Arent there way too many mystical incidents in Trier?

In the market district, Jenna seized a chance to act as a Witch again.

Wearing a black cloak and dark dress, she walked the shadowed street, pondering new acting directions as she looked for an opportunity.

I cant just equate Witches with bad deeds. Sinister, dark acts arent necessarily bad...

Among the Witch legends Ive gathered so far, many focused on Witches using mystical and sinister dark powers to help others fulfill desires, tempting them to stumble...

These legends likely contain remnants of acts by Demonesses posing as Witches. I could try imitating them. Plus, tempting others into depravity is a deeper way for an Instigator. Pleasures acting also corrupts the target...

Yes, the mystical powers of sinisterness and darkness, tempting depravity and depravity brings calamity...

Jennas thoughts gradually became more clear.

With these in mind, she turned onto Rue Anarchie, intending to find a chance to act as a Witch on this chaotic street.

After a few steps, Jenna suddenly heard someone singing hysterically, Trier, a city dressed in gold,

A ball that endures til dawn unfolds;

Chicken roasted, dripping with oils grace,

A castle cake to fill each eager embrace.

A bow-tied attendant glides mongst the guests,

Merrily dancing with joy and delight.

My beloved, hidden midst the crowd,

Among them, my love resides,

In the Capital of Joy, forever Trier!

This voice... Jenna peered from the shadows at Auberge du Coq Dore and saw Lumian, in a thick brown jacket, sitting on the third floor windowsill, holding a green liquid-filled bottle.

Hadnt he gone to the Aurora Order and never returned? Jenna frowned and stepped out of the shadow.

Lumian noticed her and smiled. He leaped down from the third floor, landing steadily before her.

Why are you here? Jenna asked with concern.

Lumian smiled casually. I suddenly missed this place. Came back for a drink.

Sensing Lumians strange excitement, Jenna pondered a moment then asked, Did something happen?

No, Lumian denied quickly. He emphasized, Im fine.

With an absinthe bottle in hand, he headed towards Rue Anarchies exit. Jenna trailed closely behind, not inquiring further.

Under the crimson moonlight and scattered gas lamps, the silent Lumian suddenly smiled and announced, Im about to start blaspheming. No, its already begun.

He didnt turn around and kept walking.

Havent you been blaspheming all this while? Jenna cautiously probed with Lumians usual self-deprecation.

Lumians gaze stayed fixed ahead as he smiled. Its different this time.

He quickened his pace and didnt mention it again.

Jenna glanced at Lumians muddy leather boots and the dirty but dry surroundings. She pursed her lips and didnt press further.

Lumian continued walking, occasionally humming a tune, occasionally chatting with Jenna and joking with a smile.

He made his way back to his rented apartment and entered his room.

Jenna stood quietly in the living room, watching Lumian close the bedrooms wooden door.

In the dark room, lit only by crimson moonlight, Lumian sat at his desk, unfolded a piece of paper, and picked up a fountain pen.

He didnt light the gas wall lamp, nor create a blazing fireball. In the pitch-black, he positioned the pen under the faint light.

Amidst paper rustling, Lumians smile faded, and his wrist slowed.

Finally, he penned the unusually brief letter: Honorable Madam Magician, Id like to meet you.