" if you find any mistakes or misspelled names. Let me know—thank you!"
"Without doubt, the Goddess responded to my prayer, otherwise the sketch drawn on paper would not disappear for no reason... but what does this mean?"
Hastily tidying up the temporary altar, Angel took the sketch paper that was clean as new, came to the living room, and pondered the meaning of the prayer result under the dim gaslight.
In the church's internal records, in the rumors among wild Beyonders, divine revelations are mostly this vague and ambiguous. Obtaining revelation only means successful communication with the divine, but after obtaining divine inspiration, those who misunderstand the divine inspiration, or even think in the opposite direction, are not few in number.
"The other party is just a harmless small character, not worth attention? Or perhaps there doesn't exist such a Beyonder who can tamper with others' memories at all, it's just my persecution delusion?"
She picked up the white paper, carefully observing, trying to find some remaining traces on it, but unfortunately the pattern drawn with pencil was like being carefully erased with an eraser, not leaving a single scratch or stroke.
"Could it be that the other party has a special identity, even the Goddess also..."
Just as this thought arose, Angel forcibly interrupted her own train of thought - this was great disrespect to the Goddess! Drawing the crimson moon on her chest, Angel dared not think further.
"In any case, I have already 'reported' the matter, yesterday's memory has also been recorded, stored in the drawer as an archive, what can be done and should be done has all been done..."
Angel threw the blank cardboard onto the table and collapsed onto the sofa.
If she really provoked some Sequence 4, or even higher sequence Beyonder, then resistance would have no meaning. The other party could even modify her memory without her realizing it at all, perhaps he is standing beside her right now, and she also cannot perceive...
Right, I remember the Hanged Man once introduced that Beyonders of the "Audience" pathway possess exactly this kind of ability...
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but stand up from the sofa and look around.
The nighttime living room only had two gas lamps lit, the main light was not turned on, causing the room to appear somewhat dim, the surrounding layout was consistent with when she left last week.
Suppressing her somewhat restless heart, Angel sat back down in the sofa.
After all, no matter how much she worried, against this level of enemy she had no solution, the other party didn't directly attack to harm her, perhaps having other considerations...
Finding ways to improve her own strength was the best solution.
Thinking of this, Angel touched the "Magic Pocket Watch" that she had fastened to her left wrist for convenient use at any time. The brass case had already become warm from contact with her body, and the mystical item's faint spiritual fluctuation made her restless and even somewhat fearful and uneasy heart become calm again.
Right, I still have the "Magic Pocket Watch," I have "Thirst for Blood"...
Looking toward the wall clock in the living room, it was already around 8 PM. Angel decided to proceed with the original plan, test the extraordinary ability of the "Magic Pocket Watch," and experience the negative effects after use.
It was already nighttime, even if the following twelve hours would bring fear of firelight, she could rely on dark vision to grope her way home in the dark. The negative effects would disappear the next morning, and even if "sunlight" was treated as firelight, it wouldn't delay the entire day.
With this in mind, she no longer hesitated. Her left hand dropped down, swinging the watch chain open. The chain made a "clatter" sound, and the small pocket watch fell into her hand.
Snap—
The watch cover engraved with the triangular emblem of the "God of Steam and Machinery" was opened. All three hands of the pocket watch pointed to 12 o'clock, overlapping and motionless, as if the internal mechanism had already broken.
Click—
Angel pressed the crown of the pocket watch.
All the details of the "Magician" extraordinary abilities flooded into her mind like a tide, as if she had long known this knowledge, only now remembering it again.
"Flame Jump," with a range of about thirty meters, can utilize existing flames or use flammable tinder carried on oneself to teleport to a position near where the flames are located...
"Damage Transfer," using physical contact, can transfer wounds on oneself or others to other positions on the same body, each wound can only be transferred once.
"Paper Figurine Substitute," can use a carried paper figurine to take damage in place of oneself once, leaving it in the original position, while oneself appears at a nearby location like "Flame Jump"... hmm, this ability requires preparing exquisite cut paper figurines in advance.
When Angel finished organizing this additional information in her mind, she discovered that the hands of the pocket watch in her hand were already different from before. The minute hand pointed between 1 and 2, while the second hand was moving counterclockwise.
Nearly 3 minutes had already passed, before the hands return to zero, I still have about 7 minutes! Angel no longer regretted not preparing paper figurines in advance, but looked toward the street lamp outside the window. With a thought, as if she had performed this thousands of times before, bright yellow flames surged from various parts of her body, and as the flames spread, she disappeared without a trace from the room.
"Bang—"
The subtle sound from outside the window made Klein Moretti's neck shrink, instinctively wanting to dodge.
These past few days his dreams were filled with the "Secret Order" tailcoat clown that came back to life in the morgue. He had developed quite a psychological shadow from these sounds. Now hearing again what sounded like "Flame Jump" movement, like a nightmare recurring, made his heartbeat skip half a beat.
He pushed away his paper and pen, stood up from beside the desk, hesitantly pushed open the bedroom window, and looked outside.
It was already nighttime, the crimson moon hung high, the deep red moonlight dyed Narcissus Street with an eerie color. The sparse pedestrians on the street either walked with heads down or swayed as if drunk.
The gaslight by the street below flickered, as if blown by wind. Klein stared at it for a few seconds, seeing the light gradually become stable and warm, before reassuringly closing the window, inserting the latch, and drawing the curtains.
Adjusting the gas lamp in the room to maximum brightness, letting the warm and comforting lamplight fill the room, he sat back down at the desk, picked up his fountain pen, and continued pondering and writing.
"Height above 1.7 meters, light golden long hair, face unclear, but good figure." (符合 - Matches)
"Lives in Tingen City, or between Tingen and Backlund." (符合 - Matches)
"Has information channels within the Nighthawks, or is herself a Nighthawk?" (符合 - Matches)
"Knows the 'Assassin' potion formula, from others, or her own pathway?" (符合 - Matches)
"The provided Roselle diary overlaps with what I saw at Old Neil's." (符合 - Matches)
"No recent plans to go to Enmat Port." (存疑,可能在撒谎 - Questionable, possibly lying)
...
At the end of the paper was written: Miss "Empress," Angel Granger.
Klein slowly drew an equals sign between the two names, but ultimately still frowned and put a big question mark over the equals sign.
"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to test her face to face..."