Chapter 204: So the King of Angels is Also a Babysitter
Fors closed her eyes in pain.
The tightened regulations in Backlund meant that all extraordinary gatherings were uniformly canceled, which was undoubtedly devastating for these wild, lower-level extraordinaries.
As one of these lower-level extraordinaries, Fors couldn't help but feel the pain.
On the other hand, Emlyn the vampire looked puzzled.
Having been living a regular life recently, he had been volunteering at the Church of the Earth Mother and hadn't felt the tense atmosphere in Backlund.
— After all, official extraordinaries wouldn't arrest official vampires.
Of course, another main reason was probably that Emlyn himself didn't like going out much; he just wanted to go home early to see his dolls.
Alger nodded and said to Derrick:
"Don't be careless.
"Before holding the sacrificial ceremony, it's best to confirm that the chief leading the exploration team is not in Silver City or is busy with other matters."
"Why?" Alice raised her hand to ask.
"I'm not familiar enough with Silver City to be certain," Alger explained, "but I suspect your chief might be able to sense the cycle of fate."
At this point, Alger noticed that Alice's expression had stiffened, and Derrick had also become tense. Seeing the two exchanging glances, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Did something happen last week?" Alger asked.
Alice took a deep breath, shook her head, and asked, "Why do you think Amon suddenly came to find me?"
Alger fell into deep thought.
Derrick, feeling a bit frustrated and nervous, asked, "Mr. Hanged Man, what should I do?"
After pondering for a moment, Alger reassured Derrick:
"Even if he senses it, your chief probably won't expose you directly.
"He will only monitor you secretly, as he did before."
Alice nodded thoughtfully and said:
"That's right... After all, you've waited so long, your chief won't miss even the slightest hope.
"Just act as you did before!"
Seeing Derrick's expression calm down a bit, Alger said, "The sea has been relatively calm recently."
At this moment, the hoarse voice of "The World" sounded:
"I happened to hear about something at sea.
"Miss Destiny, can you help me buy a radio receiver?"
Alice frowned at him for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding, "Alright."
After receiving confirmation, "The World" cleared his throat and said, "It has to do with the Church of the Storm."
Alice turned to look at Alger.
Unaware of the situation, Alger frowned, once again realizing his position within the church.
So Alice turned to look at "The World," pondered for a moment, and asked, "Did your eye twitch?"
Klein gave up trying to make "The World" show a playful expression and laughed in a deep voice:
"The ancient customs of Bansi Port have revived. Some residents have become cultists, and even the bishop of the Church of the Storm has fallen.
"I heard the matter has been resolved, but many people died."
Bansi Port... Alger recalled the situation there and explained to Audrey, Alice, and Fors, who had clear eyes:
"There, they have a tradition of live sacrifices, targeting an evil spirit called the 'God of Weather.'
"In overseas regions, in the southern continent, there are many similar evil spirits. They seem to have been eradicated on the surface but actually survive in strange states. Many people die suddenly in those places, not necessarily due to disease. If you have similar travel or adventure plans, don't be careless."
"So, it was an accident?" Alice tilted her head and looked at Alger for confirmation.
Before Alger could answer, a slightly low laugh came from the head of the bronze long table.
Alger turned his head sharply, and before Mr. Fool could speak, he heard Miss Destiny's stable question:
"I've always been particularly curious... doesn't your neck hurt when you turn it like that?"
The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
In the gray fog, Klein laughed again without hiding it, seemingly amused by Alice. He said in a relaxed tone:
"This reminds me of a 'King of Angels.'"
Alice immediately sat up straight.
After all, for others, this was probably just a story, but for Alice... there might really be someone she knew involved.
Audrey, Emlyn, and Alger were all excited and nervous about this, and even Derrick rarely joined the conversation. Only Fors, remembering that she was just a Sequence 9, felt the pain.
Alice looked at Klein, who had no intention of continuing, and after silently despising him for not finishing what he started, she played along:
"Who?"
Audrey, who had just raised her hand, put it down again.
Klein leaned back in his chair and chuckled, "Medici, who founded the 'Rose of Redemption.' His bloodline descendants live in Bansi."
"Medici!" Alice's eyes widened, almost jumping out of her chair, "The male nanny!"
This strange term left the members of the Tarot Club confused, but Alice muttered to herself, dismantling Mr. Fool's story:
"But Medici isn't really the founder... He was at most a member of the first generation. The real founder should be..."
Should be...?
Everyone stared at Alice, who quickly swallowed the name of the goddess that almost slipped out.
Seeing the others' gazes, Alice pondered for a moment and, to express her determination, firmly covered her mouth with her hand.
The others, disappointed, withdrew their gazes and didn't ask further.
After pondering for a moment, Alger made a reasonable yet absurd guess: "Is it you?"
Alice fell into deep thought.
Could it really be Miss Destiny who founded the organization... This guess didn't last a second in everyone's mind before Alice questioned it:
"Do I look like I have that ability?"
No one dared to answer that. Audrey thought for a moment and changed the topic: "Miss Destiny, what does 'male nanny' mean?"
So the others also looked at Alice. Although the term was very strange, its meaning seemed self-evident, just... it didn't quite fit the identity of a King of Angels.
Alice pondered for a moment and decided to use Song Shu's answer: "Because Medici was hired by Amon's father to be Amon's nanny."
Audrey and Alger turned to look at the silent "The World," falling into deep thought.
In the gray fog, Klein also fell into deep thought.
... Why does this configuration sound somewhat familiar?