Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 205 Miss Justice: Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~

September 17th.

on Monday.

"Medici, is lunch ready yet!?"

Ron lay on his large sofa, his head resting on Arya's black-stockinged thighs, and called out to the Angel King, who served as the villa's full-time male servant, cook, laundry worker, gardener, and chores maid.

Although his current residence is much larger than Moretti's original home, and he has someone to take care of his three meals a day, he still feels a sense of emptiness, as if something is missing.

"Hmph, are all beings at your level as lazy as you!?"

Medici had a headache when he saw this incredibly lazy guy.

Although true gods also have their own "servants" and "attendants," this King of Angels has never seen any great being who would actually treat angel "servants" as real servants.

Isn't "servant" always a humble term? How come it's become a real servant in my case?!

How could He, the King of Angels, possibly endure such humiliation?!

"Hmph!" Medici snorted again and quickly served a table full of court dishes from the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Age.

As a war angel, He had tried to resist, but His rage was easily soothed by the blood the blond boy had drawn.

He could sense that this blood was the blood of a mythical creature from the Hunter's Path, the most difficult material to obtain for Him to regain His body.

As the saying goes, taking a step back opens up a vast expanse, and enduring a moment brings calm. Using one's own abilities to obtain what one needs is not a humiliation or an insult to Medici's character.

By the way, the two sentences above were learned by this King of Angels from reading newspapers, and they seem to have originated from Emperor Roselle.

"Indeed, Medici, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Upon seeing the table laden with dishes, the blond boy's eyes lit up. He immediately began to eat with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil, and he began to praise his servant without reservation.

Joewood District.

15 Minsk Street.

"Phew, finally all done!"

Taking a deep breath and dramatically patting his shoulder, Sherlock Moriarty looked at the spotless new house and nodded in satisfaction.

He rented the house from his landlady, Mrs. Starling, for a full £25.

Of course, its lease term is only six months.

Glug glug~

Because of the busy cleaning and arranging of the house, the former night watchman, who hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch, suddenly felt an intense, gnawing hunger.

Shaking his head helplessly, the unknown detective went to his own kitchen and began to nibble on a slightly dry oat bread, eating it with a small can of butter and some boiled tea to fill his stomach, looking rather pitiful.

"Sigh~ There's a tarot reading later. If I, Mr. Fool, suddenly faint from hunger during the meeting, that would be hilarious."

With a "click," Klein opened his pocket watch and muttered a relaxed thought to himself.

Since learning that Ron was not dead, his mood was no longer as gloomy as before, but it was followed by extremely complicated thoughts.

Having experienced a series of extraordinary events and even faced life and death, Mr. Joker is no longer as naive as before.

Even if he were slow on the uptake, he should have realized by now that the blond boy's strength was not as simple as he had imagined.

"He's at least a born demigod; resurrection shouldn't be something a mid-level being could do. A level 0 sealed artifact isn't something an ordinary person could possess. Yes, he can even travel through the spirit world, and his strength is ridiculously high!"

"However, what did the members of the secret order mean when they were in that basement? And why did Ron join the Night Watch squad?"

"He didn't do much, besides eating, drinking, chatting, and playing cards every day."

"Wait a minute!? Free food and drinks!?"

"Is he doing this so he can eat cakes every day?!"

The detective, who was neither famous nor outstanding, discovered a blind spot and for a moment even thought the guess was quite reasonable.

After all, judging from that lazy and good-for-nothing kid's behavior, this wasn't exactly outrageous.

"Tsk, I wonder where that little brat is. Without my help, he'd probably be pitifully eating leftovers on the street!"

Mr. "The Clown" suddenly revealed a clenched-teeth smile, maliciously speculating in his mind.

After finishing the last bite of the hard, cream-smeared oat bread and the last sip of bland tea, Klein straightened his clothes and went upstairs to his bedroom.

He rested for a while, and at 2:55 pm, he took four steps backward and arrived at the mysterious space above the gray fog.

To be honest, his feelings toward Ron were very complicated.

On one hand, she really wanted to pin that jerk who had deceived her feelings to the ground and beat him up.

On the other hand, he wanted to get to the bottom of things and ask the other party what his purpose was in coming to Tingen.

"Never mind, at least he doesn't have any bad intentions. Everyone has secrets, as long as he doesn't try to hurt others!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and after glancing at the materialized pocket watch, Klein no longer hesitated and reached out to the four illusory stars that shimmered with deep red light.

The boundless gray fog, accompanied by an aura of foolishness, reappeared before my eyes, while the majestic palace, as imposing as a giant's abode, remained unchanged.

As soon as Ron arrived at Source Castle, he noticed that the great "Fool" was looking at him.

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

He gave a silent groan, displaying his usual unruly demeanor, which made Mr. Fool's face twist slightly as he clenched his back teeth.

Damn it, you little brat, why are you still so arrogant?! Wouldn't you even be sad if I died?! Next time we meet, I'm going to spank you!

But he probably doesn't know that I'll also be resurrected.

Mr. Fool used the Joker's ability to suppress his facial expression and muttered something to himself.

Klein then shifted his gaze away from Ron, maintaining his leisurely demeanor as he looked at the members of the Tarot Club, activating his spiritual vision to confirm their status.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man.

Good afternoon, Mr. Sun.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

Accompanied by a light yet polite greeting, Ron's gaze, which was about to look at "Mr. Fool," stopped abruptly and instantly shifted to the beautiful noble lady.

Her dress was exquisite and exuded a noble air, her smooth golden hair was slightly curled, and her emerald eyes were like the brightest gems.

What impressed Ron even more was the noblewoman's pure and beautiful face, which was even more beautiful than Arya's, and her innocent and naive nature.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

Hearing the young woman's greeting, the blond boy's mood improved considerably, and he returned the greeting in a light and cheerful tone.

Tch~ What are you pretending to be, some big Siberian wolf? I've never seen you greet me before... Miss Justice, don't be fooled by this guy's innocent appearance...

Seeing this, "Fool" Klein curled his lip inwardly and muttered a complaint to himself like a wronged woman.

Seeing that the usual greetings had ended, the "Hanged Man" immediately gestured and spoke first:

"Mr. Fool, I have found page 19 of Emperor Rosell's diary."

"Before that, I must thank you for sending your followers to help me eliminate Zilingus; this is the reward I should give you!"

???

Upon hearing these confident words, Mr. Fool's leisurely movements froze in place. Fortunately, he hadn't changed his posture, otherwise the "mind reader" would definitely have noticed something.

No, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense. Wasn't Zilingus killed by that army general? How did this get dragged into me?!

"The Fool" Klein was dumbfounded, unable to understand what this had to do with him.

However, just as the great "Fool" was bewildered, "Justice" Audrey, seeing that the topic had turned to her "expertise," also elegantly spoke up:

"Mr. Fool, I regret that I have not been able to help your followers much, but the extraordinary ones who investigated Qilingus witnessed firsthand that he was dealt with by your followers."

Yes! Hugh and Fors told me that it was Mr. Ron who killed Zillingus.

Justice Audrey had a sudden thought and remembered her two extraordinary friends.

What are you talking about?! Who saw it? How come I didn't know?!

"The Fool" Klein stopped breathing; a throbbing pain shot through his brain, and he miraculously stopped thinking.

He really didn't expect that the Tarot Club members he hadn't seen for two weeks would come up to him with such a big surprise.

Moreover, judging from their expressions, they seemed quite certain that the one who had dealt with Qilingus was one of their own followers.

I have relatives, how come I didn't know?

His gaze swept over the "Hanged Man" who was bowing his head respectfully, over the "Justice" who was looking at him with admiration, and over the "Sun" who was looking over for no apparent reason.

At that moment, Mr. Fool suddenly felt cerebral palsy and had the illusion that he was being forcibly pushed and unwillingly becoming a king.

Oh no, I have to give a reply, otherwise it will seem abnormal.

"Ha, it's just a trivial matter."

Words that conveyed no doubt, no suspicion, and a calm, serene demeanor, as if they had foreseen this scene, echoed quietly above the gray fog.

Mr. Fool, gripping his toes tightly, maintained his 13-point status once again, using the tone that it was just a small matter and not worth worrying about.

Of course, "Fool" Klein could only use this tone because he had no idea what had happened.

This was out of necessity.

Klein sighed inwardly, forced to take a photo with this unknown being, once again making "The Fool" seem great.

It's not his fault. If he were truly a "great being," he could have easily clarified things.

Unfortunately, I'm just a Sequence 8 clown.

He muttered to himself, and the great "Fool" finally had time to think about what was going on.

Damn! This Source Fortress is definitely not a place you can stay for long!!!

Upon seeing this, the only normal person in the Tarot Club nearly popped their eyes out.

To be honest, Ron’s image was a bit ruined at this point, but he really didn’t expect things to develop like this!

How come I had no idea when I became that poor bastard's follower?! Have your brains really been corrupted by the idiocy of the Source Castle?!

As his thoughts raced, Boundless Wisdom looked at the surrounding gray mist as if facing a formidable enemy, momentarily ignoring the shameless "Fool."

He suddenly waved his arms, trying to keep the gray mist away from him, lest his invincible wisdom be affected and turn into brain-damaged wisdom.

Ron's actions shattered the favorable situation of "The Fool is Terrifying" above the gray fog, drawing everyone's attention to him, including the great "Follower" himself.

At that moment, the boy's bewildered gaze collided with the "wise" look in Mr. Fool's eyes.

In an instant, as if chaos had just begun and the world was repeating itself, Mr. Fool had a flash of inspiration, and his numb mind suddenly became clear.

grass!!!

What do you do if you get caught showing off by the person in question?

(End of this chapter)