Chapter 543 - v3c320
Romaine squatted amongst the ruins, hugging her knees to her chest. Occasionally, she would crane her slender neck, her brown eyes scanning the area. Only when she found that there were no soldiers outside did she make her move. She stood up, brushing off the dust on her skirt.
She let out a long sigh before asking, “Big sister, this is the Holy Cathedral I was talking about, but Brendel doesn’t seem to be here.”
The aforementioned ‘big sister’ was actually a female spirit. Her upper body was that of a charming woman, with her most eye-catching feature being her pair of pointed ears. Her true nature as a spirit, however, was exposed by her lower half, which was an opaque swirl of dust and wind.
In the leather pages of the Book of Witchcraft, she was known as a Contract Spirit. The Queen of Witches had the power to form contracts with any Contract Spirits, but she took pity on White Mist, ‘the Queen of the North Wind’. White Mist was the keeper of knowledge at a glacier, so the Queen of Ice decided to leave her to Romaine, hoping that she would guide the young merchant.
White Mist was a beautiful girl; however, her eyes were like those of a dead fish, purposeless and dull. She glanced at Romaine, then answered lifelessly, “Fate is everywhere around you. Normal people can detect its direction, but they cannot perceive its shape or form.”
“I feel that Brendel should be there. Are the results of divination reliable, big sister?” Romaine could not contain her curiosity.
“Divination is the same as rhetoric. It’s real if you believe it is, and it’s not if you decide to think otherwise.”
Romaine cocked her head to one side, not revealing whether she understood the spirit’s reply. She picked a random direction and walked with a confident. Two steps later, she turned back promptly, picking up a mace from the ruins.
Benninger had already been tortured until he looked inhuman, but the curse was still active, so his mouth continued to blabber on. “Miss Romaine… *sniff*… Marquis Yoakam told me that Mr. Brendel might be the true Count Yanbao. He is mostly known for being a Highland Knight or as the bandit from Trentheim. Yet our sources find that these two cases are rather unlikely. The first time we saw Brendel was at Fortress Riedon, and he wasn’t a Highland Knight then; rather, his actions were clearly those of a noble. This demeanor cannot be faked, he didn’t exist amongst the noble circles…”
“So we concluded that he was one of the king’s unknown descendants, or maybe he changed his name. With the way things are right now, it seems that Marquis Yoakam’s guess might be right…”
“So that’s how it is. Big sister, what do you think?”
“This man wants to harm that man, while you want to protect him. Evil plots are like chains, and he would definitely harm him if he even gets another chance. So why don’t you ask about his greatest fears?” White Mist expressionlessly looked at the sniveling heap that was Benninger.
Romaine’s face blossomed into a sweet smile. In contrast, Benninger’s expression immediately changed into one of pure, unadulterated terror.
“I-I…”
“Oh? Won’t you satisfy little Romaine’s curiosity, pretty please~?”