Secrets: Priestess

Chapter 31 Assassin
At night, Jessica learned that Claire, who had become the night watchman, did not need to sleep. She regretfully returned to her newly renovated room to sleep alone.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief.

I found a pen and paper from the drawer, sat down, and prepared to sort out the strange experiences and thoughts I had above the gray fog.

Claire picked up her pen and wrote in Chinese characters on the paper:
"Above that gray fog is suspected to be another dimension capable of summoning the consciousness of others."

"Those crimson stars should be people like me who can be summoned."

"Question one: Who is the owner there?"

Claire held the tip of her pen to the corner of her mouth. After having been summoned twice and once by herself, she had gone from being firm at the beginning to being hesitant now.

Claire pondered the word "fool," but when she thought of the spell that had brought her up into the gray fog, she changed her tone and wrote:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang."

Claire was afraid of causing some unexpected changes, so she didn't dare to finish writing it this time.

This spell that resembles a honorific name can lead her into the gray fog space. Perhaps this spell itself is the honorific name of the owner of the gray fog space.

But then Claire wrote:
"Mr. Fool might be Fusheng Xuanhuang."

After writing, Claire circled the word "maybe".

"Question 2: Why did Mr. Fool collect Emperor Roselle's diary?"

Judging from the attitude displayed by Mr. Fool, the other party must be able to read Emperor Roselle's diary, which means that the other party must know simplified Chinese characters.

Claire wrote a guess:
“Is God omniscient and omnipotent?”

But Claire thought of the Nighthawks newcomer, Klein Moretti.

So is Klein a fellow countryman, or is he related to God?

Regardless of the possibility, this Klein is not simple.

With this in mind, Claire made up her mind to avoid any contact with troublesome people like Klein.

“Question 3: Why was I given authority?”

Behind the authority, Claire added two points: the ability to enter and exit freely and the ability to simply manifest.

Thinking about Mr. Fool's performance during these two gatherings, Claire wrote down the difference between her and the Fool's displays of authority:

"The Crimson Star should be the key to connecting with others and pulling them above the gray fog, but I can't get any feedback from the other Crimson Stars."

"I'm not sure if I can guide others to manifest words like Mr. Fool did. I can try it at the next gathering."

But why was I given special authority?
Claire frowned in deep thought.

There were almost no clues to this question, so Claire could only let her imagination run wild and boldly wrote:
"Possibility one: The Fool is not the true master of the Gray Mist Space. The Gray Mist Space has yet to have a true master."

"The Fool, myself, even Justice and the Hanged Man are all candidates for this space."

This may contain great opportunities, but also a big crisis!

If this could be true, then these attendees would become mortal enemies!

But considering the results of her previous prayers to the goddess, this possibility can basically be ruled out.

Claire, feeling uneasy, added:
"We need to confirm the danger of this incident with the Goddess once again."

Putting this idea aside for now, Claire pondered for a moment and wrote down a new idea:

"Possibility two: I was chosen by Mr. Fool."

Then why me?
Claire thought about it, then hesitantly wrote what she felt was a bit childish:

"I am special!"

Using her own uniqueness as a clue to make connections, Claire suddenly realized that she was indeed different!
She was a favored one of the Goddess and possessed the sacred relic, the "Goddess' Sword." According to Lord Sigmar and the captain, only a handful of people in the entire Church of the Evernight Goddess could possess the sacred relic, and all of them were prominent figures within the church.

I was favored by the goddess and chosen by Mr. Fool. For this to happen repeatedly, it must mean that there is something special about me.

Claire thought about it and wrote on the paper: "First, I am..."

Claire didn't dare write the word "traveler".

He also wrote:
"Second, I am contaminated."

Likewise, the term "Hidden Sage" is not mentioned.

Having written this, Claire rubbed her forehead and sighed softly.

Whatever the reason, she must have been noticed by God.

Since you can't change it, learn to take advantage of it...

Claire gathered all her thoughts, took out the bag of materials she had brought with her, and began to arrange the ritual to pray to the goddess.

"We're running low on materials... The Nighthawks' monthly quota is still a bit low. I heard from Mr. Neil a while ago that the Dragon Bar is the largest underground trading place for Extraordinary items in Tingen. We should go there and take a look."

After establishing a spiritual barrier, Claire prayed to the goddess, "It's dangerous for me to continue participating in Mr. Fool's gatherings above the gray fog."

The response given by the pendulum is still no.

After receiving the response, Claire devoutly tapped her chest four times, forming a crimson crescent shape. "Praise the goddess."

Claire's reasoning behind this was simple:
Since there is a high possibility that God is watching us, it is certainly not a bad thing to be more pious.

After finishing all this, Claire packed up the materials for the ceremony, restored the room to its original state, and then took out her private money.

This included an advance salary of 12 pounds, as well as the salary of clerks and full members of the Night Watch since joining the company, totaling 12 pounds.

This is a small portion of her private money.

In addition, there was more than 100 pounds that my ex-girlfriend did not take with her for some reason.

and the three hundred pounds given to her by her Aunt Jessica.

All in all, the total amount reached more than four hundred pounds.

This is a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

Her official weekly wage as a night watchman was 6 pounds, while the weekly wage of a factory worker at the bottom of society was 8 soli.

1 gold pound was equivalent to 20 soli.

"But it feels like I'm just eating gigolo food."

Claire was silent for a moment, then gathered all the banknotes together as funds for going to the Dragon Bar.

After carrying the money, Claire put the small revolver in the gun bag and hugged the nightmare doll in her arms.

Taking advantage of the night, Claire left home.

Carriage fares at night are less and more expensive.

Jessica did buy a carriage and hired a driver.

But Claire didn't want Jessica and the people around her to be involved in the world of Beyonders, so she took a small path to the public carriage station.

In the shadows of the path, Claire passed by a boy who looked quite cute.

In the house with red chimneys, a pale hand holding a feather pen wrote line after line of paragraphs in a notebook.

"Ermo Pruxiu of the Gnosis Society urgently needs funds to purchase extraordinary materials. To this end, he often wanders around at night, choosing easy targets."

"Ermo's bewildering appearance and assassin's ability to conceal his presence make it difficult for even extraordinary beings to guard against him."

"Ermo happened to see the bulging bag when he passed Claire. The experienced Ermo judged that the bag contained a lot of money."

"Ermo also confirmed that Claire was a beautiful girl walking alone at night, so he quite logically had the evil intention of taking both her and her money."

"Ermo attacked Claire."

(End of this chapter)