Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 394 I'll cause the trouble, you'll take the blame (4K)

Since you often cause trouble for "Fools," I'll cause you some trouble in return, and we're even now.

Klein inwardly grumbled. It was impossible for him not to feel resentful if the kid was always causing trouble. Sometimes he was so angry that he would forget to use his extraordinary abilities and just fight head-on, disregarding the huge difference in strength.

As for the result, it was a glorious defeat!

Now that he has discovered that Ron's strength is enough to wipe out members of the Tarot Club, including "The Fool," with a single slap, Klein feels that if he wants to get revenge and regain his face, he must use his brain more.

Just as the great detective was brainstorming and thinking of more ways to create the little brat, the White Saintess, Katarina Pelle, slowly put down the mirror in her hand.

As Klein expected, the Magic Mirror did not provide any instructions regarding his words that contained information about blasphemy.

This indicates that the divination has failed!

In fact, according to common sense, divination based on blasphemous cards does not lead to the failure of the divination itself, but rather it is just like divination based on normal bookmarks, and it will proceed as normal.

But who can blame them when this witch saint on the other side has never seen a real blasphemous card?

The fortune teller set a trap from the very beginning, and his words even touched on Ron's residence. This cunning fellow was far more shrewd than anyone had imagined.

"It seems you were somewhat right; the divination didn't yield any feedback."

"You did a great job, I'm very satisfied!"

This also means that regardless of whether the blasphemous sign is actually there or not, 67 Williams Street has some issues...

Despite expressing her satisfaction, a hint of suspicion flashed in Katarina Pelle's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

As an "ageless witch," she naturally possesses a basic sense of vigilance, which is why she has lived for so long.

Although it's reasonable for Klein to tell this story under the guise of "Jessica," it's as if he's afraid of failing in his duties and being punished by the cult, so he wants to find the murderer as soon as possible to atone for his crimes.

but……

How come you, a Sequence Six user, can discover these things?

"The Black Emperor's affair has caused quite a stir; even the three major churches and many high-ranking members of secret organizations couldn't uncover it. How did you confirm the Black Emperor's true identity?"

Wearing a pure white robe, with skin as fair and delicate as a young girl's, Katarina shifted her posture, leaning back more languidly in the armchair.

Her fingers kept fiddling with and twirling her hair, making her look both like a young girl and a venomous spider ready to strike.

If any of her subordinates showed the slightest abnormality, she would not hesitate to personally send them on their way!

Klein's breathing quickened almost imperceptibly, but he made no attempt to hide it and immediately mocked in a joking tone:

"Those high-ranking powerhouses definitely rarely read newspapers!"

"Your Highness, based on my deduction, the Steam Church may know something about this."

"Oh? Why?"

Seeing her subordinate witch speak with such conviction, Katarina became somewhat curious.

"I don't know if you noticed, but a month ago, there was a very small report in the newspaper about the 12th Backlund serial murder case."

"That was news about the theft of an exhibit from the Kingdom Museum, and what was stolen was a bookmark..."

"I happened to be visiting the museum at the time and saw a strange guy who kept asking questions. I didn't pay much attention to him at first, but later, after being attacked by the Black Emperor, I followed some clues and came up with the idea of ​​the theft at the Kingdom Museum."

As for how it came about, in the world of mysticism there is something called spiritual intuition.

Klein didn't lie; he spoke from the heart, as if it were his own personal experience. No matter what angle Katarina asked him, he could answer fluently.

Telling only part of the truth is a potentially fatal lie.

Seeing Katarina's increasingly serious posture and her expression, which was a mixture of solemnity and joy, Klein knew he had succeeded.

"I'm going to the restroom, wait for me."

The White Saintess stood up, gave an order, and then, as if she couldn't hold it in any longer, rushed to the bathroom attached to her bedroom and locked the door with a "bang."

Ma'am, your posture is quite practiced. Are you going for a fortune telling session...?

Seeing this very familiar behavior, Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself to relieve the tension and pressure of facing a demigod.

Deceiving a demigod is not easy and is quite dangerous. If it weren't for Medici's backup, Klein would never have dared to carry out such an infiltration alone.

"I hope she doesn't discover anything?"

Tilting his head, the great detective asked in a low voice.

The Red Angel scoffed but did not give a precise answer.

The clock in the bedroom ticked away, and Klein waited a full five minutes before the wooden door to the bathroom was suddenly pushed open.

"Jessica, you're coming with me. If we really manage to get that blasphemous card, not only will I not hold you responsible, but I'll also help you advance to Sequence Five!"

In the bathroom, Katarina had already confirmed that the information concerning that villa indeed possessed divine-level anti-divination and anti-prophecy properties.

There are only two possibilities.

First, the idea that a true god lives inside is too far-fetched; no one would believe it.

Second, the blasphemous sign really is in that place.

Moreover, when the ceremony was just held, the Primal seemed to show great interest in this blasphemous card. If she could obtain it and sacrifice it to please the Primal, she might become Him in the next few decades!

……

"Sharon, don't be angry. Don't you bear any responsibility at all?"

The small fry continued to shift the blame as always, while the expressionless vengeful spirit almost lost control of its expression upon hearing this, and rolled its eyes helplessly.

She believed that if her teacher were here, he probably wouldn't be able to tolerate this guy either.

"Since meeting you, I have discovered many shortcomings in my ascetic practices."

Her expressionless sarcasm seemed to subtly convey a message that Ron should reflect on his own actions.

"It's good to be able to reflect on yourself. You can reflect on this matter and apologize to me in the end!"

However, this was of no use to the blond boy, who shamelessly shifted all the responsibility back with just a few words.

Upon hearing this, Sharon quickened her pace, the hem of her black court dress swaying constantly, her long legs crossing and making a crisp "tap tap tap" sound, silently mocking the blond boy's weakness.

"Sharon, is our relationship really going to be shattered because of such a small fruit?!"

There's no affection between us, don't overthink it...

In her utter helplessness, Sharon surprisingly muttered a complaint in her mind for the first time ever.

But just then...

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and Miss Vengeful Spirit felt her skirt being tugged. She swayed and leaned against the wall, her body in a long court dress feeling that familiar warmth once again.

Ron wrapped his arms around Miss Wraith's slender waist, pressing his body tightly against her cool, flat belly, while the little golden head rubbed forward, burying itself deep into Sharon's soft heart.

Feeling the little head bobbing around in her arms, Sharon's cheeks flushed instantly.

She quickly reached out to stop this behavior, but her hand stopped abruptly halfway through its flight.

With wary eyes scanning her surroundings and her pale lips pursed, the exquisitely beautiful vengeful spirit neither stopped the boy's actions nor actively catered to them.

Because she discovered that she didn't seem to dislike the deity who was always trying to disrupt her ascetic practices.

I did all this for my teacher, I was forced by this evil guy, not for myself. If He makes any demands in that regard, I will refuse Him.

But it's so cute...

With her pearly teeth lightly biting her lip, Miss Vengeful Spirit's body trembled slightly involuntarily, and her breathing became heavy.

Just then, Ron suddenly raised his head.

"Hmph, it seems you don't dislike me, and you're even taking advantage of me."

The blond boy's arrogant whining made the vengeful spirit both ashamed and annoyed. She stubbornly refused, saying:

"You took advantage of me, and I hate you..."

Although she said that, she didn't refuse Ron Sharon. She just leaned against the wall, like a motionless doll.

The blond boy curled his lip in disdain, then stood on tiptoe, wanting to deepen his relationship with his servant.

The villa is quite quiet now; Medici and Klein have gone out to deal with the witch cult.

As for Amon, he had already been thrown into the bicycle assembly line and was probably still working overtime. He couldn't make sarcastic remarks at this crucial moment.

As for Will Onsett, what's a kid afraid of? A few magazines are enough to make this guy so happy he can't move.

Tell me, who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?

Standing on tiptoe, the blond boy strained to reach the soft object that seemed so close yet so far away. The vengeful spirit burst into laughter at the sight of this comical scene.

However, she quickly regained her composure and subtly lowered her head, trying to make it easier for Ron to reach.

The scene fell silent without a sound. Just as the two were about to make contact, the door behind them suddenly creaked softly.

Miss Vengeful Spirit immediately awoke, her already flushed cheeks turning even redder, her wildly beating heart pounding even harder. Instinctively, she activated her Vengeful Spirit Transformation, and after a few mirror leaps, she vanished without a trace.

"Useless! You didn't even kiss him, hahaha!"

"You little punk, you couldn't have gotten away with it even if I gave you a chance, hahaha!"

Upon witnessing this unexpected scene, the old Celestial and the old God within their wills could no longer remain silent. They threw away the "popcorn" in their hands, poked Ron's spine, and laughed heartily.

"Shut up, this is none of your business!"

Damn it, which bastard is it?!

Ron froze on the spot, gritting his teeth and trying his best to suppress the two crazy wills in his mind that were constantly mocking him.

With the creaking of the door, the blond boy, who was furious, finally saw who had interrupted his good time.

The newcomer was a woman with black hair and blue eyes. She was beautiful and ethereal, wearing a simple and pure white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing her flawless legs. Her skin was as white as snow and as tender as a young girl's, exuding an indescribable charm.

However, under Ron's gaze, the undisguised filth, evil, and twisted nature overshadowed these positive attributes of her appearance.

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What's your hurry? Is it really that much less time to find the Black Emperor card?!

Upon seeing this scene, Ron immediately recalled the divination he had performed an hour earlier. Through the faint connection in the mirror world, the Great Being had seen this despicable fellow who was trying to spy on him.

However, he was busy flirting with Sharon at the time and didn't have time to pay attention to this kind of person, which saved her life.

"Heh, little brother, what are you doing here all alone so late at night? Are you trying to sneakily flirt with the servants?"

"You're so cute! You can even tease your older sister~"

Teasing NMLGB!

This unintentional taunt angered the blond boy.

Ron didn't give her time to talk back or react. He used the most primal and pure violence and punched the devilish woman.

The terrifying fist, carrying a horrific force, instantly pierced through Katarina's abdomen, shattering her intestines and the spine that supported her body, sending her flying backward at an even greater speed.

A white figure flashed by, and with a loud crash, a crater ten meters wide and nearly twenty meters deep was smashed into the back garden of the manor.

"Holy shit!"

"Bullshit!"

Klein, who followed behind and climbed through the window, nearly popped his eyes out when he saw this scene. He immediately changed back to his original appearance while dressed as a woman, afraid that Ron wouldn't recognize him and might punch him to pieces.

"What? Why did you two bring the witch here?"

Suddenly, a slightly childish boy's voice, clearly tinged with anger, rang out.

Upon hearing the voice, Klein broke out in a cold sweat, but before the cunning fortune teller could come up with a good reason, Medici suddenly emerged from inside the mirror.

"This guy did it. He wanted to get revenge on you and disgust you. It has nothing to do with me."

The Red Angel remained calm. Although He agreed with Klein's approach, He cautiously refrained from participating, fearing the very situation that was unfolding.

Not you, not me, not you.

Klein swallowed hard, too shocked to speak.

Didn't you promise to protect me if anything happened? Is this how you protect me?!

Upon hearing this, Ron once again turned his gaze to Klein, who was still sneering. He snorted disdainfully and then raised his right hand, intending to loosen the bones of this despicable fellow.

"I'm back!"

At that moment, a calm, low-volume voice echoed throughout the villa, announcing the limited-time return of the assembly line angel.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the cunning fortune teller's mind raced, and he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.

"Ron, this has nothing to do with me. Amon hinted at it!"

"I don't know why you're so angry, but it's clear that Amon is the mastermind."

Sorry, brother Amon, it's your fault for tricking me before, otherwise I really wouldn't have felt comfortable using you as a shield.

Klein shrugged, feigning composure as he shifted the blame. He didn't know if Ron believed him, but he certainly did.

Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag. Do you accept this kind of ending?

(End of this chapter)