“How was it? Did you take a good look?” Just as Fors left the street where Viscount Stratford’s mansion was, she saw Xio walk out with a down and vacant expression.

Xio nodded hesitantly.

“I did…”

Having said that, she seemed to come to her senses and said in shock, “I know her—no, him!”

“Him?” Fors was confused.

Xio habitually observed her surroundings before saying, “He’s Sherman! The Sherman I told you about!

“H-he actually became a woman!”

Fors was stunned as she subconsciously asked, “Were you mistaken?

“Could she be Sherman’s sister?”

Xio firmly shook her head.

“No, she admitted it herself and even told me not to disturb her. She wants to bid farewell to her past!

“But… how did he become a woman…”

Fors’s eyes darted around as she suddenly recalled something. She said in thought, “It’s not impossible either… There’s a Beyonder pathway that allows a man to become a woman at a certain stage.”

She recalled Miss Justice mentioning something similar during a free exchange session.

“Ah? Really?” Xio’s widened as she asked in disbelief.

Yes!” Fors had already recalled the exact conditions as she gave a rather confident answer.

“This…” Xio was momentarily unable to accept it, but she couldn’t find a rebuttal. All she could do was ask, “Which pathway is it?”

Fors replied, “Demoness!

“Uh, it’s the Assassin pathway.”

“Demoness… Sherman actually became a Demoness…” Xio repeated to herself.

Suddenly, her voice became louder.

“Could it be that she’s being taken advantage of?

“No, I must warn her!”

ran with great strides in an attempt to catch

to pursue it for a few

finally stopped. She looked at the bustling streets ahead

through a few walls

“Gone…” Xio whispered.

cast her gaze forward

to speak,

return and

didn’t take a step forward as she continued

seconds, she said under Fors’s puzzled gaze, “Since they discovered a problem,

possible! If they don’t wish for their plans to be foiled, they might attempt one final strike tonight before we’re prepared!” Fors immediately agreed with Xio. “Let’s return to Viscount Stratford’s place and hide in a

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area, inside a warehouse with plenty

crossed behind her back

encased in a transparent cocoon, unable to make a

that resembled ink burning in her palm. “At the very least, you can determine if he really loves

She desperately used her whimpers to express her wish, but Trissy was unmoved. She turned her flame-wielding palm around and pressed it

have intelligence as they scattered like flowing water. Following that, they penetrated her skin and

nature. They were being pulled by invisible hands as they extended out in every direction. It stained the surrounding air with a peculiar

as they scattered

dark beams of light surged, bringing about curses and words. They flowed rapidly, fusing into the

feel any pain. It was as though

saw Trissy’s figure turn faint and gradually turn transparent until it

widened as she struggled again, but she was unable to break free from

again like a flood was rising, centimeter by centimeter, inside the

time, the door to the warehouse opened with a thud

was the

he always did while outside. This revealed his rather high receding hairline and rather messy black hair. The latter was stuck together as though it had been drenched by a storm and was air-dried. But in the past few hours, the clouds were thin and the crimson moon high in the sky. It hadn’t

sweat dripped down Viscount Stratford’s rather cut facial contours as there were

slightly hunched, and his facial muscles were somewhat twisted. His eyes were filled with

delighted when he found Shermane. However, he turned anxious as he charged over without much

warehouse, her face lit up as though

her head frantically. However, her neck was held firmly by the spider webs that prevented her

reeled in anxiety, to the point of tears flowing

reach her, a

was as though there was an invisible wall that separated him from Shermane, one that was couldn’t be

to break the curse and take her away, you have to answer my question without hiding anything.” At this moment, a figure quickly appeared in a comer of the

forming together into an abnormally sweet look. She resembled the lover that every young lad would fantasize about

Viscount Stratford’s response, she raised her right

face, hands, neck, and exposed skin instantly turned transparent as

there was a black flame silently burning as

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