The mirror with obvious cracks flashed, its surface turning dark and deep, as if connecting to another world.
Suddenly, a white hand reached out from under the mirror, like breaking through layers of water.
A figure stepped out of the mirror; it was the witch Tris, wearing a black dress, sweet and beautiful.
Her face was unusually pale, drained of color, her forehead covered in dense beads of sweat.
With a thud, the suitcase in Tris’s hand fell to the ground, and the fear in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.
She then murmured in a daze: «His messenger is actually an angel…»
At that moment, Tris felt a chill down her back, as if a cold wind had blown.
She had never imagined that summoning a messenger could be so dangerous. Fortunately, the woman carrying four heads silently watched for a while, then did nothing and left with the letter.
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North District, 160 Birkeland Street, inside Dwayne Dantès’s residence.
«Who sent it?» Klein asked expectantly as he took the letter from Miss Messenger.
Reinette Tinekker’s four golden‑haired, red‑eyed heads said in turn: «Dirty…» «Dark…» «…of…» «Container…»
This epithet… Klein was dumbfounded, momentarily unable to figure out who Miss Messenger was referring to.
He quickly ran through the people who had his messenger summoning method, filtering them one by one.
In just a few seconds, he had a corresponding guess: Tris!
According to Klein’s knowledge, this witch, renamed Tris Chick, was very likely one of the mediums for the Primordial’s awakening or descent.
In this case, calling her a «container» wasn’t unreasonable.
And those who knew enough about the mystical world knew that the «Primordial Witch» was an evil god, claiming to be the «Final One» that ends everything, aiming to create doomsday and destroy all, and held part of the authority over emotions and emotion‑related desires. She was described as dirty and dark—not entirely accurate, but understandable.
Similarly, dirty and dark could also describe Tris, who had been contaminated to some extent by the evil god.
As expected of an angel, daring to speak of the «Primordial Witch» like that… Klein silently praised and was about to unfold the letter and read quickly.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and quickly looked at Miss Messenger: «How did the sender react when she faced you?»
«She…» «was…» «scared…» Three of Reinette Tinekker’s heads said in turn, while the one that hadn’t spoken could only move its mouth.
Klein’s expression grew slightly grave, and he carefully asked: «Did you mark her?»
The head that had previously been silent spoke first: «No…»
The other three golden‑haired, red‑eyed heads then added: «Because…» «She…» «Has…» «Primordial’s…» «…aura…»
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: «I understand.»
Watching Miss Messenger step into the void and leave, he unfolded the paper and quickly scanned Tris’s letter.
She was asking him to deal with the «White Saint» Katrina… Isn’t that exactly what I wanted to do… Klein’s eyes flickered, and he immediately rummaged out a paste‑like black substance.
Then, transforming into Gehrman Sparrow, he evenly applied the substance to a small mirror in the room.
After patiently waiting nearly ten minutes, until the paste‑like black substance completely evaporated without any trace, Klein still couldn’t contact the witch Tris.
Indeed, Tris, contaminated to some extent by the «Primordial Witch,» had recognized Miss Messenger’s level and was frightened by the angel who delivered the letter… In the short term, she probably won’t contact Gehrman Sparrow… Sigh, if I had known Miss Messenger was an angel in a special state, I wouldn’t have let Her appear before Tris, or I could have instructed her that if a witch summons, she could send the person and the letter together… Klein silently sighed, could only say this was really unlucky.
At that moment, overlapping illusory prayers suddenly sounded in his ear.
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Backlund Bridge area, in a gloomy alley.
Xio concealed «Chilling Blade,» entered here, and warily looked around.
«Not bad, getting more and more experienced.»
As a deep male voice sounded, a figure walked out from the darkness at the corner.