Chapter 853: Chapter 231 Aiwass: Me?

Chapter 853 -231 Aiwass: Me?

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fгeewebnovёl.co𝙢.

As the female journalist finished taking photos, Aiwass also became somewhat interested in this journalist from the Iris Kingdom.

“May I ask, what is your name, and which newspaper do you work for?”

“Alice, Your Eminence.

Alice de Hacourt.”

The blonde journalist, dressed in a deep red bodycon minidress and high heels, immediately replied, “I am the Chief Reporter at the ‘Iris Kingdom Gazette’…

Here is my business card.”

Speaking, the journalist, who shared a name with a young earthbound spirit girl, respectfully handed her simple white business card to Aiwass with both hands.

“I might visit the Gazette when I have the chance to go to the Iris Kingdom.”

Aiwass said with a light laugh, handing the business card to the silently approaching Lily behind him, and he emphasized, “If the opportunity arises in the future.”

And Lily, who had silently moved closer, whispered in Aiwass’s ear, “She is an Adapter.”

Aiwass felt a stir in his heart.

...

Could Lily sense a resonance of the Path…

a Transcendent of the second level?

It doesn’t quite sound like an ability that a “Chief” should possess.

Is it because of her surname?

The Hacourt family is quite a famous noble family in the Iris Kingdom.

Even though the Iris Kingdom is currently in a fervent rebellion against the nobility, it seems as though the Duke Hacourt has been somewhat forgotten by everyone.

Of course, this might also be because the Old Duke is still leading a fully-staffed Transcendent troops stationed at the border.

…It’s really unexpected.

She’s still a young miss.

After Lily took the business card, she once again turned into a shadow—leaving behind Miss Alice, who momentarily felt a sense of fear, staring blankly at the place where Lily had disappeared.

Aiwass glanced at the plain-looking photographer next to journalist Alice, whose face was too ordinary to remember.

The moment before Lily emerged from the crowd, Aiwass clearly saw the photographer’s center of gravity suddenly shift forward slightly.

—In other words, he keenly sensed Lily approaching.

You must know, even now as Aiwass, who has reached the fourth level in two Paths, could only faintly sense Lily’s presence when she approached within two meters of him.

Is he a fourth level! or even a fifth level Adapter?

An adapter from the Iris Kingdom, then he must be an assassin from the “Hawkeye” organization.

You must know, the fifth level is that of an Assassin Master.

It shouldn’t be expected to suddenly appear in the Holy Nation…

but considering Miss Alice is here, perhaps it’s not impossible for her family to assign a Master to guard her.

Aiwass’s brief eye contact with the photographer was not noticed by Alice.

As the elevator rose further, the crowd around Aiwass finally began to decrease.

At first, some people attempted to follow Aiwass for a while longer, wanting to continue interacting with him.

But as more Papal Guards entered the elevator, those people felt oppressed by the solemn atmosphere and ultimately left the elevator early.

By the time Aiwass reached the Twenty-first Ring, aside from Lily and Isabel, only the Papal Guards were left beside him.

After verifying the identities of Lily and Isabel, showing the symbols, registering blood and soul fluctuations.

They both wore a gemstone brooch capable of continuous video and audio recording, covered externally with the pure white nun attire used by candidates for the Holy Maiden.

“Please follow us.”

A Papal Guard, his face obscured by a helmet, said in a deep voice.

This was the first sentence they spoke to Aiwass, and perhaps it would be the last.

Subsequently, these four Papal Guards split into two groups, one in front and one behind, escorting the trio of Aiwass.

The “Elf photographers” who had already been examined also sent out four people.

They filmed Aiwass and the Papal Guards from various angles.

They walked like this, crossing the empty Holy Church, advancing through the seemingly infinite loop of pure white corridors.

There were no sculptures or paintings, only pure white candles placed in golden decorations, quietly burning with pure white flames.

With a sacred incense permeating the surroundings, the environment finally became solemn and quiet.

The synchronized footsteps of the four Papal Guards, like a thousand troops—their steps, taken at specific rhythms, were like the second hand of a clock, maintaining a perfect rhythm of two steps every three seconds and continuously advancing.

At this very moment.

On the other side.

In the eighteenth Ring, down a dark hallway, Alice was excitedly rambling to the photographer beside her: “Do you know the value of this photo?

You definitely don’t know!

“Who else dares to say I can’t capture great news!

Fuck them!

A bunch of idiots dumb as ox hooves…”

This dignified and elegant young lady, in a secluded and unattended spot, unabashedly used crude language.

“—Alice.”

But the ordinary-looking photographer behind her suddenly spoke up: “I suggest you abandon the mission and proceed with normal interview work.

I will explain the situation to the leader for you.”

“…Why, Master?”

Alice turned around somewhat puzzled, “I shouldn’t have shown any flaws, right?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

The photographer replied, “That little girl behind him—she might be Croix, or related to Croix.”

“…Croix?

You’re not talking about Croix de Ciliere, are you?”

Alice was momentarily startled.

“With your level, it’s normal not to have access to information of this scale…”

The man spoke slowly, his voice gradually mixing with a metallic noise.

As he passed through a shadow, he suddenly split into two.

One was the previously silent middle-aged man, a plain and common senior newspaper photographer.

The other was a woman in her thirties dressed in a black bodysuit.

She had golden curly hair similar to Alice’s but looked more mature, knowledgeable, and beautiful.

She unhesitatingly tore off her tight suit—transforming it into black water, and in the blink of an eye, it became a set of deep red archbishop robes.

“—After Croix went missing in Avalon, the Association sent people to investigate.

It’s said her disappearance is related to Aiwass…

“The old Cherioux is not easy to handle.

He once wanted to go to Avalon but was persuaded down by the leader.

“After that, Star Antimony’s ‘Succubus’ Emma went to Avalon to assassinate the Queen but failed and was exposed.

Emma was ultimately killed by the Power of the Eternal Self invoked by Aiwass, leaving behind strong traces of the Power of Path of Love.

“According to reliable intelligence, Aiwass then displayed supernatural abilities similar to a succubus during a subsequent roundtable meeting.

He was able to resist the charm of a Fifth Level succubus and possesses strong charm abilities himself…

The leader believes he might have mastered the Advanced Divine Arts of the elves and received even stronger charm abilities from the Eternal Self.

“Croix might have been charmed by him into servitude.

The files from the Supervisory Court show that in the incident of Aiwass’s political enemy’s accidental death, traces similar to a werewolf, possibly related to Croix, appeared.

The current Croix is very likely to have been transformed into a werewolf.

“According to the Association’s top-secret intelligence, one of the conditions for becoming a Cardinal Archbishop in the Holy Nation is that one must master the Advanced Divine Arts and become at least an Avatar of a Pillar God; that little girl behind him has already been exposed to The Fourth Energy Level Wall…

And I noticed her habits, she instinctively wants to stealth into the shadows.

“—You should know, Stealth and Shadow Stealth are different.

Croix must have been controlled, hence she divulged the Association’s top-secret heritage.”

The woman’s expression was stern and serious: “I sensed ‘Hawk Feather’ from her—if she is not Croix, it means…

“Croix has been silently and completely devoured by Aiwass.”