On a night with clear moonlight, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street.

A gray rat crawled out of its hole, running straight for the master bedroom’s bed.

As a tiny, black, glue-like blob object floated down, the rat held it over its head like an acrobatic act.

It quickly turned around, ran out of 160 Böklund Street, and headed for the sewer entrance.

At this moment, the gray rat raised its torso up and reached out with two of its paws.

They magically extended as blobs of flesh appeared on its forelimbs!

Then, using its mutated front paws, it moved the manhole cover away without causing a sound!

Without stopping at all, the gray rat headed straight down the sewers, going all the way to the spot where Demoness Trissy previously hid.

It kept digging in a corner until it excavated a mirror fragment from the soil.

Having done that, the gray rat threw the black, sticky object over its head to the side where it was relatively clean. It then retreated to a corner, allowing its body to stretch and turn into a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and a triangular hat. He was none other than Admiral of Blood, who had previously been active at sea.

However, this Senor, along with his clothes and body, was just a thin layer, akin to a figurine cut from paper.

“This rat is quite fat…” Admiral of Blood stroked his chin, but his paper figurine-like body nearly flew up as a result of the cold draft in the sewers.

The person who spoke was none other than Klein. He was inside his master bedroom, turning a rat into his marionette by controlling its Spirit Body Threads. He then made it carry the ritual materials and head down the sewers to contact Demoness Trissy.

Senor, whose arms were flailing about due to the draft, bent down and picked up the sticky blob. This was the remains of Trissy’s lock of hair after she burned it with black flames. It could be used for a communication ritual.

Right on the heels of that, he wiped the mirror fragment clean and smeared the material onto it.

After this step, Klein made his marionette take two steps back from the “mirror.” With a smacking sound, Senor was plastered to the mossy wall like an oil painting

East Borough. In a room with thick curtains that left it almost dark.

Raven-black, slimy “tentacles” coiled together, forming a huge sphere.

And at the end of these “tentacles,” there were either eyes with clear blacks and whites embedded in them, or there were venomous snake heads attached there. The latter opened their mouths slightly as they shot out their tongues in a rather strange fashion. It was quite a harrowing scene.

as

were tightly furrowed. Her expression looked slightly warped due to the pain, a look that stirred up one’s

disgusting “tentacles” retracted and shrank, finally turning back into their original form -strands of

up and walked to the side of a tiny bed she had partitioned out. Picking up the

hair and came in front of the

as it burned quietly in the air before being extinguished. It left behind a mirror

sewers filled with dirty slush. Thinly plastered to the wall was a middle-aged man with an old triangular hat and dark red coat. He was looking down on the girl across an unknown distance,

girl with the round face and

dark

Gehrman Sparrow, is this your craziness and cruelty as the strongest

case where I’m only acquainted with

Sparrow. After all, he had previously met her in the image of Admiral of Blood

Trissy was hiding in the sewers due to an injury and was focused on revenge, preventing her from being kept abreast of the news at sea. It was rather unsurprising for her to be unaware of Admiral of Blood’s demise, but things were different after she finished recuperating and left the area. She would’ve been

the paper figurine-like Senor to smile and simply reply, “Why can’t clowns be crazy and

“Any progress on your investigations

need another month at the very least for any results. It might even take

can seek

and said, “In Backlund, in this game, strength isn’t able to resolve every

I’ve never wasted the opportunity to

your identity, can you give me a more convenient method

Klein thought about it for a moment before informing her of the incantation to summoning Miss Messenger, as well as the important ritual

right hand, she tapped on the mirror’s

before disappearing,

back into the soil and made his body shrink rapidly, turning back into a gray rat. It then ran deep into the sewers, allowing

Klein drew his curtains

be frank, he regretted cooperating

that she was burdened by some will of the Primordial Demoness and was reckless for revenge. She was like a ticking bomb that might explode at

would create a terrifying disaster… I shouldn’t have spared her back then… Klein sighed and began setting up a ritual. He sent the black blob above the gray fog and attempted to

to thirty seconds later,

implied that Trissy had become a

newly-appointed butler assistant, Richardson, to deliver

luggage bag, of which included Fermo coffee beans, East Balam

sign of goodwill from Dwayne Dantès. It

mention to Member of Parliament Macht or his wife that this bottle of River Valley grape

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