Thinking that if it were truly dangerous and beyond her ability to help, Madam Judgment would surely protect her, Franca pulled out a sheet of pure white paper and began her reply: âDear Madam Judgment, âIf Mr. Starâs requests are within reason, I have no problem with them.â
After writing this, Franca read the rest of Madam Judgmentâs letter:
âThe Demoness of Blackâs description and speculation about the Primordial Demoness are a common view within the Demoness Sect. However, if it were that simple, things wouldnât be this complicated.
âMany high-ranking witches believe the mirror world is vital for the Demoness pathway. This isnât entirely inaccurate, but as a collective concept of âdoorsâ, the mirror world seems incapable of bearing such importance.
âThese are things we need to understand further.
âTwo of Cups, I know this may be harsh, but you still need to continue infiltrating the Demoness Sect for a while. You are currently our highest-ranked member within the sect.
âDue to the peculiarities of the Demoness pathway, we cannot actively cultivate male Assassins, and the existing Demoness Sect members are mentally twisted, longing to approach the Primordial One. We can only passively wait and find people like you who inadvertently enter the Assassin pathwayâŚâ
Suddenly feeling a heavy sense of responsibility⌠Franca muttered to herself, sighed, and continued writing her reply.
She wasnât too disappointed, still hoping to obtain the main ingredients for the Demoness of Despair within the sect, provided she found a way to bypass the cruel requirements of the advancement ritual.
After sending her reply, Franca leaned back in her chair, gazing idly out the window at the night sky.
Suddenly, the area in front of her grew extremely dark, and a silver skull emerged from the void, holding a letter in its mouth.
Another letter? Whatâs going on? Franca took it, thanked the messenger, and watched it leave before opening the letter, inhaling its subtle, enduring fragrance:
âDear Muggle,
âDo you remember the previous invitation?
âWeâre having an offline gathering in Trier this Saturday at 10 p.m. Are you still interested in attending? If so, please reply promptly, and Iâll inform you of the location and participation details.
âProfessor.â
An offline meeting of the Academy team? Lumianâs life is so eventful! Iâve barely been his proxy for a few days, and Iâm already swamped with tasks, one after another⌠Should he be called 007? Even 007 needs sleep; he doesnât! Franca couldnât help but lampoon.
She had already noticed that wherever Lumian went, hidden catastrophes erupted one after another. But since she hadnât been directly involved in most of them, the impact hadnât been as apparent.
Now, as his liaison, she felt it keenly.
After a while, Franca sighed.
Sheâd have to use the Ice Amulet to contact Lumian again!
Since obtaining it from the Demoness of Black, she hadnât used it for investigating the Mirror People, spending it all on Lumian-related matters.
She needed to ask Lumian if he wanted to attend the offline gathering of the Academy team, which might include members of the Moses Ascetic Order. If he did, heâd need to designate a substitute and try to send out the Lie earrings.
Franca quickly wrote a letter regarding the matter, wrapping a copper coin, some wraith dust, and her rarely used Beatriceâs Necklace in the paper.
She had noticed that after passing through the seal of Morora, Lumianâs letters lost their physical form, leaving only pure information. So, she planned to experiment, seeing if ordinary items, highly spiritual items, and Beyonder items could all pass through the seal and in what state they would exist.
The experimentâs results would determine if the Lie earrings could be sent out.
If it werenât for the fact that each mystical item was precious and useful, Franca would have included items containing Beyonder characteristics in this experiment.
After preparing the small package, Franca walked to the full-length mirror in the living room, putting on the Ice Amulet.
As it flashed with crystalline cold light, Franca pressed the package into the glass surface.
âŚ
Late at night in Morora, on the second floor of the Carnivore bar.
Lumian sat under a glowing white fireball, focused on reading âExamples of Underground Mausoleum Construction.â
Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and glanced at the mirror in the room.
The mirrorâs surface had turned dark, with ripples moving within it.
Lumian reluctantly set down his book, approached the mirror, and placed his right hand on it.
He saw Intisian words appearing on the mirrorâs surface, line after line, densely packed.
Professorâs invitation⌠Academy teamâs offline gathering⌠experiment with transferring itemsâŚ
Lumianâs thoughts raced. Taking advantage of the Ice Amuletâs active effect, he reached into the mirror and pulled out an item.
It was a diamond necklace.
Beatriceâs Necklace!
The copper coin and wraith dust mentioned in Francaâs letter were gone.
Lumian looked back at the mirror, seeing an image of the coin and wraith dust around the densely packed words, with a ghostly presence.
As the Ice Amuletâs power waned, and the words faded, the items gradually disappeared.
Only pure information and items with Beyonder power can pass through that special mirror world, through the seal, and reach here? Hmm, items with godhood shouldnât work either, only something made within Morora⌠Lumian played with Beatriceâs Necklace, using the Ice Amuletâs remaining power to send Franca two words: âNecklace, okay.â
The aqueous glow within the mirror quickly receded, and the dark glass returned to normal.
Soon, the mirror showed another anomaly.
This time, Franca sent the Ice Amulet through.
This helped Lumian conserve the use of the Mirror Cufflink-only two uses left.
Holding the icy talisman, Lumian began writing his reply.
He detailed the experiment results and his observations on the item transfer process, then instructed Franca to attend the Academy teamâs offline gathering in Trier as Muggle on his behalf.
After folding the letter and enclosing the Lie earrings and Ice Amulet, Lumian activated the latter, pressing the package into the glass mirror, sending it to Francaâs apartment mirror.
Franca received the items, read Lumianâs letter carefully, and murmured to herself, both expectant and anxious.
Do I really have to pretend to be Muggle?
Sigh, the lce Amulet can only transmit information nine more timesâŚ
Meanwhile, Lumian returned to his desk and resumed reading âExamples of Underground Mausoleum Construction.â
He was reluctant to rest; the more he read, the more compelling the books became.
Of course, Lumian knew this was a sign of slight corruption.
Just then, he heard a loud explosion.
It came from a few blocks away!
Explosion? Lumian used his Ascetic endurance to break free from the compulsion, extinguished the fireball, and moved to the window to observe outside.
The explosions continued, with brilliant flames illuminating the streets hundreds of meters away.
It was on the route from the Carnivore bar to the Church of Knowledge.
Lumian saw Julie jump out of her room, landing lightly like a feather, then blending into the shadows, disappearing.
Hunters causing explosions and fires? Lumian rubbed his temples, looking reluctant.
He grumbled to himself, I really donât want to get involved in your schemes and fights; I just want to study peacefully.
Since discovering the important knowledge in the books specified by Heraberg, he had become increasingly focused, spending all his time reading except when âactingâ outside.
If not for the risk of exposing the booksâ importance, he would have used his special abilities to study all night.
The more seriously he studied, the less he wanted to do anything else, often relying on sheer willpower and even his Ascetic abilities to break free from that mental state.
After a moment, Lumianâs expression calmed, and he muttered to himself, When I find the opportunity to eliminate you all, I can finally study in peaceâŚ
Suppressing his abnormal emotions, Lumian transformed into a shadow creature, slipping into the darkness between buildings and heading toward the explosion site.
Soon, he reached the destination and saw a half-collapsed building- Dades Agricultural Company.