I have a Tantric panel

After Aurora left.

Uncle Yuge also came to visit Xia En in the ward.

As a legitimate member of the Imperial City's Night Watch, Yu Ge had extensive information channels and knew more about the inside story of this matter.

What you encountered yesterday was called the "False Realm".

Sitting by the hospital bed, Hugh explained to Shane, "It's an etheric realm that exists above reality but doesn't delve too deeply into the veil."

"Members of secret societies often use [false realms] to evade the Night's Watch's pursuit."

"Setting up such a large [pseudo-realm] requires a considerable amount of mystical materials."

"They probably made preparations for this assassination a long time ago."

At this point, Yuge couldn't help but look Xia En up and down, as if he were some kind of novel species.

Xia En felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and scratched his cheek.

"uncle?"

"You have no idea, you're now considered a minor legend within the official system's small circle."

"We've just crossed that line, and we'll be able to escape from that 'false realm' set up by those lunatics together with Freya."

Yu Ge's expression was sarcastic.

"Because of this, the family actually gained a little face."

Xia En frowned.

That's not his focus.

"Are many people aware of my involvement in this matter?"

"Not a lot, but not too little either."

Yu Ge's choice of words is very precise.

"After all... there were quite a few people present when you and Freya were taken to the hospital together."

"Even if the higher-ups suppress the news, those who are determined to find out can still find out."

"The circles behind the curtain in the capital are sometimes smaller than you think."

Yuge paused, as if he could see what Yuge was worried about, and added a sentence.

"Don't worry, our family has only declined, not disappeared. With the name Knox around, no one will dare to spy on you too much."

"Of course, it's inevitable that some people will remember your name."

"But then again, having a reputation in the behind-the-scenes world isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"clear."

Xia En nodded.

Leaning against the big tree is good for the coolness.

Currently, Xia En's only contact with the family is through Yu Ge.

But I can also vaguely sense the influence of the surname Knox.

Even his escape from the false realm was inseparable from the pocket watch given to him by Hugh.

"Since you're alright, I'll be going now."

Hughes stood up and picked up the top hat that was placed next to him.

"There are still many things that the Night Watch needs to handle, both at the beginning and the end."

Before leaving, he added, "After you are discharged from the hospital, go to the family mansion."

"Grandma said she wants to see you."

"it is good."

Xia En silently kept this in mind.

Shortly after Yu Ge left.

The blonde girl with red eyes also walked into the ward.

However, Shane could clearly see that Clara's expression was not good, and her brows were furrowed with worry and anxiety.

It reminded him of Clara before he was "entered into a dream".

Take a look at the panel.

Clara (Moth) - Offset: 33%

As expected, the number of cases decreased instead of increasing.

Could it be... that her mother's condition has worsened again?

A guess began to form in Xia En's mind.

On the surface, however, he was completely unaware of Clara's family problems.

Asking further questions is tantamount to revealing one's identity.

I can only try it when I fall asleep tonight.

This is somewhat like sunk costs; you've worked so hard to increase the offset, you can't just let it fall back down.

During the visit, Clara seemed distracted, and her smile appeared forced.

After confirming that Xia En was alright, he said goodbye and left after exchanging only a few words.

……

……

The carriage wheels rolled along the smooth stone road.

Stopped in front of Harrison's mansion.

The building, cast in gray stone, looked like a silent tombstone in the evening sunlight.

The iris crest on the lintel, stained by the dim yellow of the setting sun, looks just like fresh blood.

Clara stepped down from the carriage and saw the old butler Joel waiting for her at the door.

Joel's expression was more serious than usual.

He lowered his head slightly: "Miss, Master is waiting for you in the study."

Upon hearing this, Clara's pretty face turned pale, and she almost wanted to get into the carriage and escape immediately.

But she knew she couldn't escape.

Because this is her home, the place where her mother lives.

Clara followed the old butler and soon arrived at the door of the study.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as much as possible.

Once her hands stopped trembling, she gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A dignified and deep voice rang out.

Clara pushed open the door and entered.

In the study, behind the desk, in a place where the light doesn't reach.

A shadow, its face obscured, lay there silently.

That was her father—

Norton Harrison.

"Father."

Clara bowed respectfully.

"Where did you go?"

The man asked.

"Going to the hospital to visit a friend."

"The hospital? Your friend is injured?"

"Yes, in the incident at the Royal Theatre yesterday."

"Oh……"

The man drawled out the sound.

A brief silence fell over the air.

Clara breathed a slight sigh of relief, her heartbeat slowing down.

until……

The next sentence was spoken.

"You went to see your mother again?"

"……Um."

"I said that."

The shadowy figure's tone intensified.

Anger is like molten lava, flowing silently beneath a volcano.

"You can't go see her this month."

"That kind of demonic power is like a curse; it's contagious."

"Could it be... that you also want to become like your mother?"

"But Father, she is my mother!"

This was the first time Clara had responded with such strong words.

"Is there anything wrong with a daughter wanting to see her mother?"

She had hoped that her words would touch the man's heart.

However, the gaze cast from behind the desk remained cold and indifferent.

It appeared so majestic.

He was a patriarch, a wise man, and a nobleman.

But he doesn't seem like a father at all.

Clara opened her mouth, but it was as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't spit it out.

The man's admonition was not yet over.

"Have you been in contact with Aurora lately?"

My chest tightness has gotten worse.

"I warned you not to associate with those kinds of people with ulterior motives again."

"You think I don't know what you've been doing, going in and out of the basement so often these days?"

My teeth bit my lip until it bled.

The salty, fishy taste mixed with a bitter aftertaste spread in my mouth.

"For the next week, you are not allowed to step out of the house. As punishment for your mistake."

Upon hearing this, Clara finally lost all her strength and responded in a voice only she could hear.

"Yes, Father."

It was late at night.

Clara lay on her bed, hugging herself tightly, curling herself into a small ball.

Everything around me was so suffocating.

Like a gradually tightening net, or like countless fine silk threads wrapped around the body.

However, the girl did not notice.

Her current movements were remarkably similar to her mother's when she was "fascinated" back then.

—Like a moth in a cocoon.