"Alright, alright, alright—I understand. Stay safe."
Charles put down the communication Charm in his hand, ending the call with Klein Moretti.
Klein Moretti had already reported the latest situation he had investigated on his end in full.
This meant that the identity of the Apostle of Desire had completely entered the field of vision of the authorities Beyonders.
It wouldn't be long before all his background was thoroughly investigated.
"The reward of a high-Sequence formula..." Charles muttered to himself, the reward promised to him by the Apostle of Desire surfacing in his mind.
Believing the words of a Demon was, in itself, a very foolish act.
But with notarization and a contract as a premise, the credibility of this matter couldn't help but increase by thirty percent.
Thinking of this, Charles pondered for a moment.
He had already realized that no matter what, the Apostle of Desire could not possibly stop his insane plan.
Since that was the case, there were only two choices left for him—
Two days later.
"Ms. Megose, how are you feeling today?"
Heart Seven held the record sheet, looking at the woman covered in bandages behind the glass display window with a face full of smiles.
"I—I feel alright. It's just—just inexplicably feeling a bit uneasy." Megose's voice was very low, carrying a trace of lingering melancholy.
"Hmm, this is a normal reaction to the treatment." Heart Seven said, while quickly writing down some content on the record sheet in his hand.
"I came today to inform you of something. We are moving."
"I—can I go home?" Megose suddenly raised her head, a glimmer of eagerness flashing in her dim eyes.
"Not going home, but moving." Heart Seven shook his head, shattering her fantasy.
"We intend to take you to a place with more advanced medical conditions for follow-up rehabilitation treatment."
"Bu—but—" Hearing this, Megose became visibly dejected.
"Then—when exactly will I be able to go home? I—I miss my room, my—I'm just an ordinary person, I want to live an ordinary life—"
Her voice carried a hint of choking sobs.
Seeing this, Heart Seven was just about to offer a few formulaic words of comfort, but the lights in the observation room suddenly dimmed without warning.
In the distance, a faint commotion could be heard.
"Something happened!"
Heart Seven realized something instantly, his expression changing. He put down the report in his hand and, without even having time to say another word to Megose, turned and left in a hurry.
Here, Megose was left alone again.
She helplessly hugged her legs, burying her head deep into her knees, her expression incomparably dejected.
Just then. Bang! A dull explosion came from the distance, causing the ground to tremble slightly! Bang! Bang! Bang! Immediately after, dense gunfire, blinding flashes of fire, and successive explosions came from outside one after another!
"Ah! What happened? Is there a war? Why? It's so scary—gunshots, explosions—are they here to capture me? No, don't come over—save me, someone save me—Mama—"
Megose didn't know what was happening outside, and immense fear instantly gripped her. She let out a scream, curling her body tighter, hiding in the corner of the glass room, shivering.
The walls shook violently, and dust from the ceiling fell in cascades, as if the entire building would collapse at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the door to the room she was in was brutally kicked open. She slowly raised her head and noticed a strange figure.
It was a man with a face so beautiful it was demonic, to the point of not even looking like a male. At this moment, he was looking at her with a face full of fanatical obsession.
The other party seemed to have suffered serious injuries as well, with blood covering almost his entire body, but he didn't seem to care at all. In those eyes, there was only a kind of near-insane obsession.
Mr. A looked at the curled-up figure inside the glass room, unable to hide the excitement in his heart.
"Saintess—we have come to take you."
"Ding ding ding ding—!" The mechanical alarm was emitting a crisp sound.
"Those Lunatics from the Aurora Order! Where are their brains! How dare they attack our base at this time!" Heart Seven sprinted while cursing out loud. He had already guessed what those Lunatics from the Aurora Order had come for.
"Damn it! They just had to choose this moment!"
Because the base was about to undergo a complete relocation, a large number of Sealed Artifacts used for defense had already been shut down in advance and packed away. Many security personnel had also been sent to the railway tracks to provide support.
Those Lunatics from the Aurora Order must have noticed this and specifically used this gap, where defenses were at their weakest, to launch this shameless sneak attack!
"How did they find out about this place."
"The'Secret Saint'—and several envoys."
"To think they dare to engage in a shootout with us!"
"Sir! What should we do now!" A subordinate covered in blood ran over and asked in a panic.
"Watch over all the Sealed Artifacts! Absolutely do not let the seals fail! Quickly take them and enter the innermost vault! Then, immediately send a distress signal and have all members in Backlund who can make it, come over!"
"With such a big commotion, the people from the three major churches will surely notice this place very soon—"
While giving orders, he turned his direction and rushed into his office, opening a huge safe in the corner.
Now, he needed to conjure up some extra "security members."
Inside the safe was a small pile of ordinary coins. And behind the coins were rows of strangely shaped dolls that looked like toy soldiers.
They wore decorations similar to top hats, had green suit patterns on their bodies, and held odd-looking air guns in their hands. And on their backs, there was a long, narrow gap similar to a coin slot.
Heart Seven quickly grabbed the coins and, at the fastest speed, inserted one into the coin slot on the back of every doll.
"Eliminate all intruders."
The bodies of all the dolls trembled violently at first, and then, they simultaneously raised their heads, revealing a uniform, eerie smile on their faces.
"Something happened! Everyone, assemble immediately!"
Leonard Mitchell had just come out of Saint Samuel Cathedral when he saw his captain, Soest, rushing towards him.
"What happened, Captain Soest?" Seeing the other party's anxious appearance, Leonard Mitchell asked in pursuit.
"The Southern District! A highest-level incident has occurred in the Southern District!"
"Secret organizations are in a shootout! There is suspected demigod-level power! His Excellency Sezima has personally ordered all Red Gloves squads in Backlund to immediately head to the scene, control the situation, and prevent the disaster from spreading! Go!"
Meanwhile, at the Church of Storms.
"God of Songs" Ace Snake listened to his subordinate's urgent report with a livid expression.
A secret base of The Society? The Aurora Order is attacking?
Two secret organizations are in a shootout in the Southern District, and there is at least a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact involved.
If things go wrong, it could probably tear down the entire Southern District!
Ace Snake roared and ordered, "Immediately mobilize all available Mandated Punishers! Evacuate the surrounding civilians; absolutely do not let those two groups of Lunatics tear down the Southern District!"
Because the matter was of great importance, he had to temporarily stop all the tasks at hand, harness the gale, and rush towards the scene of the incident at high speed.
"Banquets among the nobility are just troublesome."
Meanwhile, Loen was standing in front of a huge full-length mirror, examining his outfit for today.
A dark, double-breasted suit with a perfect cut, ironed without a single wrinkle, making his figure look upright.
A standard bow tie was tied at his collar, and his hair was combed meticulously.
This was custom-made for him for free by the owner of that high-end clothing store from before. Although Loen had repeatedly stated that he didn't need it, he couldn't refuse the kind offer.
As a return, when he was interviewed by reporters later, he casually mentioned the name of that shop.
And that shrewd owner seemed to have even cut out the related reports, framed them, and used them as a living billboard for promotion.
"Sure enough, people are shrewd. Things that are free are often the most expensive." Loen smiled at the mirror and adjusted his cuffs.
The material was indeed high-grade, the touch was smooth, and the craftsmanship was exquisite.
"However, compared to the clothing of those true great nobles, it still doesn't compare."
He recalled the group of bejeweled nobles he had seen at the Charity Gala earlier.
The most typical one was Audrey Hall. Loen felt that the dress she wore at that time was probably worth more than ten of the suits he was wearing.
"Forget it, good enough is fine. There's no need to make myself feel uncomfortable just to cater to them. Maintaining decency and not losing etiquette is enough."
Loen put on his top hat, picked up the invitation card with the Nighan family crest, and prepared to leave.