Mystery: Lucky One

It would be fine if he didn't think about it, but thinking about it made Klein even more unable to sleep.

Never mind his past ungodly deeds, for they were nothing compared to what he was about to do.

——You know, he was planning to steal something from the church basement next.

The gaze of the Goddess of Night was by no means good news for Klein at this moment. The main problem was that he was not sure why the Goddess of Night was staring at him.

Because of Alice? Because of the identity of a time traveler? Because of the thing on his body that Alice called Sefirah Castle? Because of the experience of resurrection from the dead? Or in other words...

It seems that these things are not isolated, they are related to each other, and the reason why he is being watched is the part that connects all of this.

Klein's mind moved slightly, and he couldn't help but think about his next choice.

His original plan was to go into the basement of the church and steal the notebook, but when he suddenly realized that the goddess's gaze was on him, he inevitably hesitated about such a blasphemous act.

But he soon remembered what Alice had said - if the red moon in Alice's mouth referred to the goddess, then she clearly meant for him to ask the goddess for help.

In other words, the goddess may have tacitly approved of this matter?

That's true... No matter what the reason is, the goddess must have noticed me for a long time. If she didn't acquiesce, I would not be here now...

Thinking of this, Klein sighed and lay back down on the bed.

...Let's sleep a little longer before daybreak.

……

Early Wednesday morning, in a manor outside Backlund.

A maid finished her breakfast, took a newspaper from the mailbox outside the manor, and returned to the manor.

"Good morning, Mary," a companion passing by greeted her, "Are you going to read the newspaper?"

"Hannah? Yes, I was just about to go... Hey," Mary responded and was about to leave, but suddenly noticed that her companion was unusual today, "Why are you wearing glasses? Or a monocle... I remember you didn't seem to like wearing this?"

Hannah touched the monocle on her right eye and smiled:
“This…I bought this yesterday.

"I had a day off yesterday, so I went out for a walk and happened to run into a traveling merchant... Oh, by the way, do you want some? I even bought a few extra."

Bought a few more...? Mary's first reaction was confusion. In her impression, Hannah would not buy several pairs of monocles on a whim and share them with her companions like this - especially since the monocles in Hannah's hand did not seem to be cheap.

Her eyes swept over the monocle in Hannah's hand. The lens shone brightly in the morning light, looking very beautiful. Mary's doubts just now disappeared at once. She took the monocle and said with a smile:
"Okay, thank you, Hannah. But I have to get to work..."

"I have to go to work too." Having said this, Hannah put away the remaining monocles and turned to leave.

Mary turned around and continued walking towards her destination. She put on her monocle and raised the corners of her lips in a playful arc.

She walked towards Flora Jacob's room with a smile, nodding to other servants and maids wearing monocles on the way, until she entered Flora Jacob's room and saw the mouse lying on the blanket.

"Come to think of it," she said to herself as she closed the door, "it seems that nobody has ever thought of making monocles suitable for mice, crows, owls, or smaller creatures."

The mouse lying on the blanket did not respond to this sentence, but simply turned over.

Seeing this, Mary sat down with a newspaper in her hand, poked the mouse with her hand, smiled even more deeply, and said softly:
"You seem to be in good spirits..."

……

Flora Jacob noticed something was wrong.

In just one day, the monocle appeared on the faces of every servant in the manor like an infectious disease.

When the servants saw her moving around the manor, they would look at her with the same playful smile, nod at her, and then leave.

With the same style of monocle, Flora Jacob had the illusion that they were actually the same person.

Most importantly, she had heard of examples where a group of people was one person.

As a descendant of Jacob's family, although her branch has been scattered and lost contact with others, she grew up listening to ghost stories such as "If you don't listen, I will throw you out to feed Amon" in her childhood.

This is a name that is well-known to all descendants of the "Thief" family. Flora Jacob is sure that Amon can and will do so.

Especially since His Highness had told her this when he found her...she would be found by Amon and would be wearing a monocle.

...really coming?

"Hiss," a monocle-wearing servant beside her breathed, looking down at her in surprise, "Did she warn you?"

Flora Jacob paused for a few seconds before she realized the deep meaning of these words. She let out a sharp hiss and was about to escape from the manor, but the servant just stood there with a smile, watching her frantically moving her short legs and stepping on the spot.

"She is much smarter than you," another voice came from a distance, gradually approaching. Flora Jacob was very familiar with this voice. It was Mary who read the newspaper to her every morning. "At least she knows that she can't escape even if she uses her extraordinary power."

Flora Jacob looked at Mary, and despair spread from the bottom of her heart.

——Mary was the first, but not the last. Within her field of vision, many servants wearing monocles were walking towards her.

She was surrounded by Amon.

"Amon!" Flora Jacob shouted in a trembling voice. Fear spread out when she remembered the prophecy Alice told her.

Having been hiding in the body of an ordinary animal for a long time, Flora Jacob was not in a good condition. Her overly intense emotions made her skin swell up, and something seemed to be wriggling under her skin. Seeing this, the male servant who had spoken to her first laughed out loud:
"Ha, as expected...

“You have been parasitizing ordinary animals for a long time, but you have no experience of interacting with humans - in this respect, you are no match for her.

"Are you confused? When you were promoted to Sequence 4, the secret knowledge you heard did not include any 'reminders' about this?
"Well, I deleted that."

The brown mouse on the ground began to tremble violently, and its fur kept bulging out, as if something was trying to come out from it.

"You!!!" she roared again.

“It’s too late,” someone sighed, and all the Amons pinched their monocles in unison. “If you had struggled and resisted at the beginning, maybe it would have worked. But now…”

Needless to say, the number of Amons around speaks for itself.

Flora Jacob's body trembled, and finally collapsed as if it could no longer hold on. One after another, strange insects with seven or eight segments on their bodies crawled out from the nose, ears, mouth, eyes, under the skin, and from various places. The transparent parts of these insects were filled with many three-dimensional patterns, and it seemed as if time was passing above the segments.

"You're not half as frightened as she is..." Amon, who was wearing a monocle and had a gentle face, sneered, "By the way, you don't know yet, do you? She was the one who told me you were here. She said your fur didn't feel very good, and she asked me to taste it and tell her how you tasted."

After a pause, Amon looked at Flora Jacob, whose body was gradually disintegrating, and finally said with a smile:
“May you taste as good as your ancestors did.”

"Do not!!!"

A sharp voice filled with resentment and malice sounded, heralding the end of the funeral. Flora Jacob's body completely collapsed into a ball of wriggling insects, then turned into streams of light and flew into the body of the male servant who spoke first.

Next, he took off his monocle gracefully, took out a piece of silk, and wiped it while saying thoughtfully:
"Maybe I should have called her over... or left a bite for her to try?
"By the way, Flora Jacob has another student... Tsk, with the uniqueness of 'fate', Flora Jacob's fate is indeed a mess."

He frowned as if remembering something unpleasant and put on his monocle.

……

Alice received Bernadette's reply on Thursday morning.

The reply was as concise as Alice's request. Bernadette told Alice that she would wait for her at 11 o'clock tonight on the south bank of the Tussock River in Backlund, near the entrance of the bridge.

She told Klein about this without hesitation. Klein, who possessed the "travel" ability, could have gone alone, but after hesitating for two seconds, he decided to give Alice a sense of participation:

"Do you want to come along?"

"Okay." Alice agreed.

Following Klein's request, Alice showed up at his home at 10:55 pm, exactly in his bathroom.

After waiting for half a minute, Dwayne Dantes entered the bathroom and took out a paper figure under Alice's curious gaze.

Snapped!
Klein shook it, and the paper figure transformed into Dwayne Dantes, who was sitting on the toilet, holding a book, and seemed to be in a trance.

Then, he suddenly became three or four centimeters shorter, his face became thinner, and the lines on his face became deeper. He had become German Sparrow.

Alice looked at Klein's shorter height and was silent for two seconds. She said in a deep voice:

"It seems you are also worried about your height."

“Are you going to leave or not?” Klein raised his left hand wearing the Creeping Hunger indifferently.

Alice hurriedly walked forward to grab Klein. Before she disappeared, she couldn't help but ask:

"Tell me, if you stay in the washroom for a long time, will your servant think you are constipated?

"No, maybe they have started to think that you have a frequent and urgent urination..."

Klein turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Alice, and replied coldly:
"I think they were still confused as to why I was eating ice cream in the middle of the night."

Alice lowered her head silently and left with Klein.

When they landed again, Klein asked with a little curiosity:

"Speaking of which, how do you locate it?"

"Intuition," Alice said calmly.

Klein turned his head with a confused look. Alice spread her hands and answered while observing the surrounding environment:

"Well, actually, I rely on the nodes of fate to adjust my position..."

This was the entrance to the Backlund Bridge on the south bank of the Tussock River. At this time, it was dark at night, and no one was walking on the bridge. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and only a team of soldiers guarding the bridge could be vaguely seen standing not far away.

As if noticing that they had finished their conversation, green pea vines began to hang down from the sky, interweaving into a lush and dense forest.

You can't see the top of this "forest" if you look up. Vines form different paths, interweaving or circling, extending all the way to the sky.

This was not the first time Alice had seen this scene. After looking around and realizing that Bernadette was not here, she pulled Klein and found a path hanging in the air that was made by pea vines. She walked up it excitedly.

The vine path was very steady. After walking for a while, Alice saw that the green plants were connected into a hammock-like seat, swaying gently at high altitude.

Bernadette was sitting there, wearing a seductive Intis shirt and a dark black jacket, with a thin rapier slung over her waist. Except for not wearing a tricorn hat, she was dressed like a standard sea captain.

Her long chestnut hair was draped naturally, and her deep blue eyes looked over. When she noticed Alice, her movements froze slightly. Then she left her seat, walked forward, took off her hat, bent her knees slightly, and said:

"Miss Destiny."

Alice nodded randomly, pointed at the chair and asked:
"Can I sit?"

"...Okay." Bernadette replied.

Her voice was soft but lacked emotion. Alice didn't care much about her emotions. She left Klein on the spot and climbed onto the chair.

Bernadette watched Alice sit down, then naturally shifted her gaze to Gehrman Sparrow, nodded and said:
"Thank the person behind you for me."

Klein nodded politely and said, "Okay."

Klein paused for a second and spoke the words he had already organized:

"I would like to ask you to help him show that he has been eroded by the core power of the seal behind the Chanis Gate of the Church of Evernight for a long time."

As he spoke, Klein made the Wrathful Spirit Senior appear beside him.

Alice looked away after just one glance. Bernadette looked deeply at the Blood Admiral standing upright. She did not ask Gehrman Sparrow why he knew that she had a way. She said calmly:
“The seal cores of different churches in the Church of Evernight are different, and their states after being corroded are also different.

"Is it the 'Night' path, the 'Death' path, or something else?
"Is it the parish cathedral or the general city center church?"

"I know!" Alice raised her hand and answered, "It's St. Samuel's Church! Uh..."

She looked at Klein.

"The 'Night' path." Klein added. (End of this chapter)