Transmigrated as the Devil of the Meaningless-Chapter 90: Seth’s Objective

The carriage swayed gently as it rolled over the uneven stone roads.

The faint clatter of the wheels and the soft snort of the horses masked any small sound inside.

Jerald spoke again after a long silence.

"My lady... that man is dangerous."

Fiona didn’t argue.

"I know."

"He appeared and disappeared without a trace... I could not even sense when he moved. If he wanted to harm you earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him."

His grip tightened on his knee.

"That alone is reason enough to cut contact with him, yes?"

Fiona lowered her gaze to the book resting on her lap.

The Guide of Malum quietly sat there.

"Danger isn’t the main problem... Everything related to the supernatural is dangerous after all."

She paused, recalling her father’s words.

"Father used to always say every business deal is two-sided. If one side gains everything and risks nothing, then it’s not a deal... but a trap."

She gave a small smile.

"Once, he almost invested in a mining company that was claimed profitable by most of the business partners he’d colluded with for the past two years, but he still sent people to check the site himself."

"Turns out the land was unstable and would’ve collapsed within a year. He avoided it because he measured the risks first."

She spoke softer as she paused.

"The issue is whether the danger is controlled... or blind."

Jerald frowned. "And you think he’s the controlled kind?"

"Yes."

She brushed a thumb along the edge of the book’s cover.

"I don’t think his goal is this Guide of Malum. Someone like Mr. Black—and the organization behind him—should already be well delved into demonology. Or at least, they shouldn’t be pestered by the basics..."

"I also do not think his intention of contacting me is to cause direct harm."

Jerald’s brows knit tighter.

"You are assuming a great deal from very little, my lady."

"That’s what assumptions are, guesses with manners." Fiona said lightly.

"Besides, don’t you think it’s interesting how mysterious the organization behind him is? I wonder if I can find out about Mr. Black’s secrets... Hehe, I’m sure I’ll get a pleasant reaction from him."

Jerald did not smile as he shook his head.

"You are romanticizing him, my lady. You are young and you have not yet seen how often ’mysterious’ simply means ’dangerous and untrustworthy.’"

Fiona’s lips curved faintly.

"I am young, but I am not stupid, Jerald. I know he is dangerous and untrustworthy. That’s the point."

Jerald rubbed his eyes in annoyance knowing that Fiona was about to formulate dangerous thoughts born from curiosity again...

"If I only ever speak to people who are safe and honest, I will never learn anything about the world that actually kills people!"

She said proudly.

"The covens, the demons, the Progenitors... they are not safe, nor are they not honest."

"If Mr. Black is a window into that world, then I would rather look through it with my eyes open than pretend the wall is solid."

Jerald’s fingers dug into his knee again.

"And when the window decides it wants to be a door? When it wants to walk into your house and rearrange the furniture and possibly destroy it?"

"Then we measure the risk again," Fiona said.

"We can always close a door we opened ourselves. It’s harder to close one someone else opens for you."

He stared at her for a long moment before murmuring to himself.

"You are assuming again... that you will be able to close it. That you will see the moment when the risk outweighs the benefit. That you will not be... outplayed."

Fiona’s gaze dropped back to the book.

"I will not be outplayed, I promise you that."

Jerald fell silent.

He let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but not quite.

"You sound like your father."

Fiona was silent for a moment before her gaze drifted away.

"I hope so."

Silence settled again between them.

The city outside grew quieter as they left the busier streets.

The horses’ hooves struck stone in a steady rhythm.

"Hm." Fiona leaned back against the cushioned seat.

"Let’s not speak too much, Jerald. Mr. Black has the ability to make his presence almost nonexistent. Who knows if he’s in the carriage with us right now?"

She chuckled, attempting to make a joke.

But they both understood it was a real possibility, so they let the silence settle and spoke no further.

...

’They’re quite calm about jokes like that...’

Seth observed from his seat on the side. Their reaction told him more than words could.

He had already began forming logical assumptions based on their behavior.

First, the Amoret family had likely encountered people with powers similar to his before.

His power, [Null Presence], allowed him to erase his sense of existence.

But invisibility or concealment abilities were definitely not unique to him...

If such powers existed, then methods to detect or counter them should also exist.

A noble house, with their wealth and history, would have surely developed countermeasures.

They probably had methods to detect hidden presences... such as unique talismans, demonic artifacts, or certain witches themselves.

The fact that Fiona joked about it so casually suggested she wasn’t truly afraid of being spied on.

Second, the family definitely had definitely employed the supernatural within their ranks... such as witches and sinful powers...

Wealth like theirs didn’t accumulate without supernatural backing.

Powerful witches would be part of their household, protecting their interests and advising on magical matters.

If Seth’s [Null Presence] was ever detected, those witches would respond immediately...

Not to mention, if Fiona was allowed to move around the city and explore dangerous subjects like demonology, then someone powerful must be around somewhere...

Either that or she had a demonic artifact item on her that she could activate to protect herself.

Otherwise, a noble’s daughter would never be allowed such freedom.

After waiting several minutes to ensure the carriage was well on its way, Seth slipped out as silently as he had entered.

The city streets were dark now, with only occasional lamplight guiding his path.

He pulled out his small notepad and jotted down the general direction the carriage had taken.

Following them all the way to their estate would be foolish.

His goal had never been to follow them all the way...

If the family truly had detection methods, staying too close to their residence could expose him.

What he needed was only the general area since he did not know much of the geographical state of the new world he was in.

From there, he could ask carriage drivers, shop owners, or street vendors.

Noble residences were not secrets after all... The common people always knew where powerful families lived.

’Later, I’ll confirm the exact location through the common people...’

Seth thought to himself...

Direct investigation was safer than relying only on observation.

Closing the notebook, Seth reviewed his real objective.