Chapter 62: Tears

When the carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the Tower of Judgment, it was already approaching afternoon.

"Help me put on my socks~"

After chatting with Char for a while, and with the addition of a special massage, Sally seemed to have regained her lively nature. She lightly kicked her bare white feet and gestured.

The last person who helped Char put on socks was Miss Witch, but Sally was even more proactive.

"I'm not your servant." Char threw the pair of black socks onto Sally's lap and stood up. "Is there a place to wash hands?"

"No washing allowed!"

Sally didn't bother putting on the socks. She stepped into her small boots with bare feet, then jumped up from her seat and hugged Char's neck, hanging her entire body on him.

"You're the first man to give me a foot massage. I'll remember it for a lifetime." Sally tiptoed and bit Char's ear, smiling mischievously. "How does it feel?"

"Just fine."

Char pulled up his pants without acknowledging anyone, completely forgetting how he had just secretly taken advantage of her.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you've become much more pleasing to the eye lately."

Sally hung onto Char and continued to kick her legs, forcing Char to reach out and hold her thighs, carrying her on his back.

As she gazed at the side of Char's face, Sally remained silent, lightly knocking her chin against his shoulder, enjoying the brief moment of tranquility.

What's happening to me?

Why... do I feel like this man is like a poisonous drug, causing me to sink?

Sally blinked her eyes, involuntarily thinking about it.

Sally gently sniffed the masculine scent emanating from Char and couldn't help but feel her heart racing.

From childhood to now, she had been surrounded by countless boys, but none of them had ever made her feel like this.

Although she initially approached Char for a certain purpose, after spending such a long time together, Sally couldn't help but admit that she seemed to be starting to care about this guy.

"Is it really okay for others to see us like this?"

Char sighed as he carried Sally on his back.

"Giddy up!"

Sally remained unfazed and forcefully squeezed her slender legs, mimicking the sound of riding a horse.

Then, the couple-like pair got off the carriage in this manner.

The luxurious carriage of the Violet family naturally attracted many gazes, so at this moment, when onlookers saw this pair of young men and women walking out of the carriage in such an intimate posture, they couldn't help but stare.

Char felt somewhat helpless.

Although he had already caught the attention of the Fifth Prince after the incident with the forced kiss, Char wasn't afraid of him.

Without even thinking, how strong could a mere prince's subordinates be?

Without exaggeration, even the sorcerers couldn't make his experience bar rise anymore; his focus was all on the gods.

But was he afraid of trouble?

Fortunately, after they entered the Tower of Judgment, Sally voluntarily jumped off his back, and at the same time, her demeanor became somewhat elegant.

It seemed that her previous attitude was only directed at Char.

As a Senior Inspector, it was evident that Sally had reached this level at such a young age due to her family connections. Whether she said it or not, she was still Char's direct superior.

"We will find a professional to help solve your problem."

Sally said calmly.

At the same time, she glanced at him coldly.

Seeing no reaction from Char, she paused for a moment, then discreetly poked his side.

"What's wrong?"

"Why no reaction at all?" Sally whispered, "Don't guys like this kind of elegant and aloof lady?"

Upon hearing her words, Char disdainfully glanced at her chest, shook his head, and remained silent.

When it comes to the elegant and aloof lady style, Miss Witch could easily surpass you, this little girl, by ten streets. The difference between natural coldness and pretending to be aloof is quite easy to distinguish.

Seeing that Char was ignoring her, a trace of displeasure flashed in Sally's eyes. However, she remembered that Char had important matters to attend to and decided not to say anything for the time being.

She led Char through a teleportation array to the area where her office was located.

Similar to the carriage earlier, from the outside, the Tower of Judgment appeared as a moderately-sized tower. Although it had many levels, its footprint wasn't particularly large.

But once inside, it felt like a completely different world, with the actual space expanded by more than ten times.

As a Senior Inspector, Sally had a dedicated task force under her command, occupying an entire floor of office space. So when Sally and Char walked in together from the entrance, many members looked up.

"Inspector Lady."

They greeted her in unison and then continued with their work and tasks.

It seemed that no one cared about the identity of Char by her side.

It appeared that this Miss Violet, who belonged to a prestigious family, had remarkable means of command, surpassing that foolish woman, Angelica, by dozens of streets.

It seems that among the heirs of the great noble families, there is a difference in intelligence.

Sally lightly clapped her hands and said, "This is Char Adelaide, the assistant sent by higher-ups to assist me. You should also address him as your superior."

"When I'm not here, his orders are equivalent to mine."

"Understood."

Although her subordinates were somewhat surprised, they all answered in unison.

Then, Sally beckoned to a certain direction.

A girl wearing a slightly tattered cloak stood up in a panic and pointed at herself, "M-Me?"

"You're the only fortune teller here." Sally said calmly, "If not you, then who else?"

.....

"What a troublesome woman."

Octavia clicked her tongue and looked at the teary-eyed Novala in front of her.

Just a moment ago, she had told her everything about the unusual situation downstairs.

Char hadn't expected that his actions at the Violet Manor that night still had some flaws. Although his identity wasn't uncovered, he had been caught by experts in the field of tracking.

The reason was simple: the faint, but discernible, aura of the Mother Tree emanating from Novala.

The aura was very subtle, only faintly perceptible when face-to-face, like Octavia did. However, with the help of some rare ancient charms, it wasn't impossible to achieve such conditions.

In just three short days, Count Violet's influence and the organization known as "Sun" had narrowed down the search area.

It wasn't that Char was careless; he was actually quite cautious. He was cautious to the extent that he sought advice from Miss Ember on every step of his escape.

But Miss Ember was merely a remnant consciousness.

Moreover, in its lifetime, it hadn't reached the status of a deity, far from knowing everything, so naturally, there could be mistakes.

"I-I'm sorry, but... I want to see Mr. Cain."

Novala's eyes were filled with water vapor, and she gently wiped away the tears from her face. She looked pitiful.

"Stop crying! What's the use of crying!" Octavia impatiently said, "He has his own things to take care of. Since he entrusted you to me, I won't let them take you away."

Although she was reluctant, Octavia was at least a vampire who kept her promises.

Moreover, before this, she had already received valuable materials from Char as compensation. If she were to hand Novala over directly, it would go against her dignity.

"Go upstairs and hide. No matter what sounds you hear, don't make a sound." Octavia handed something to Novala. "Hang this on the doorknob. Unless a skilled sorcerer comes to break it, no one will be able to enter for a short period of time."

"Unless it's me or Char, don't open the door for anyone. Do you understand?"

"T-Then, what about you..."

Novala didn't want to leave Octavia alone here and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Hahaha, as a noble vampire, do you think those insignificant blood bags can hurt me?"

With that, Octavia pushed her away forcefully, then untied the ponytail that was tied at the back of her head, letting her white hair cascade down her slender shoulders.

Her crimson pupils gleamed with a bloody shine.

"What an annoying person."

As Octavia gazed at Novala, who had been pushed and was shaking violently, she muttered in displeasure.

Octavia never expected that in her lifetime, she would actually stand up for a man's mistress, although that wasn't her original intention.

She walked slowly to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain to peer outside.

At some point, the entire street had become eerily quiet.

...

Back in the room, Novala sobbed softly, wrapping herself in a blanket and trembling slightly.

As if sensing something, she vaguely felt that if she were caught today, her fate would be more than just imprisonment.

Her intuition told her that her illness was related to the intentions of those people.

Perhaps, after today, she would no longer be herself, but would return to this world with a face she didn't want.

Forgetting her daughter, forgetting Char, forgetting the few people she cared about.

Forgetting everything.

In truth, she wasn't afraid of death because she had been prepared to die at any moment after being sick for so many years.

But she believed that there were still things she needed to do.

She had thought that there was still a long time ahead of her.

But when faced with reality, she felt a deep sense of regret.

"I-I haven't had a chance to see you again, to say thank you..."

Novala, with tears streaming down her face, held the book "Jane Eyre" with the pen name "Cain" on it, gently caressing the title page.

.....

"Can you locate it?"

Char looked at the introverted girl fortune-teller, whose face was covered by a cloak, and asked.

"Ah, ah, sorry, my, um... Sorry!"

The fortune-teller girl was looking at the sketch he provided when Char suddenly spoke, and she stuttered in confusion.

"She's not good at talking to men. Let me handle this." Sally intervened to smooth things over. "Chantilla, can your 'Water Droplet Location Method' pinpoint this location?"

Seeing this, the girl named Chantilla breathed a sigh of relief.

She gently patted her slightly trembling chest and whispered, "I-I don't have enough clues. If we had personal belongings of someone who has been here, the chances of success would be much higher..."

Upon hearing this, Sally turned her gaze to Char.

Without hesitation, Char had already considered this situation beforehand. So, after killing the person with the black mask, he tore off a small piece of the robe that had been stained with his blood.

He handed the fragment of clothing to Chantilla and then looked at the girl before him.

After fiddling with it for a while, the girl let out a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly. "I-I should be able to do it."

Saying that, she took out a map from the robe, a map that showed the rough layout of the upper and lower districts of the capital city and its surrounding areas.

Based on Char's previous speculation, the deep cave with the face-like roots should be located near the capital city, so the range narrowed significantly.

Chantilla spread out the map of the capital city's terrain on the table. Then, she pulled out a vial hanging around her neck from her collar.

Inside the vial was a pale green liquid.

Once it involved her professional field, she seemed to become much more focused. Under the gaze of the two, she lightly dipped her slender fingertip into the green liquid.

When the liquid hung on her fingertip like a water droplet without falling, she gently closed her eyes and recited an incantation.

Char, with his limited knowledge, could determine that she was speaking in the ancient elven language.

After a moment, a faint green glow emanated from the droplet on her fingertip.

She then opened her eyes and carefully raised her fingertip, pointing it downwards above the map, with the droplet trembling on the edge of falling.

Under Char's astonished gaze, she began to move her arm gently, using her fingertip to search aimlessly on the map.

After a while, the droplet suddenly fell from her fingertip, landing on a certain spot on the map.

Three pairs of eyes looked at it simultaneously.

Then, Char and Sally simultaneously exclaimed in surprise.

"Minden Street?"

As the most densely populated and trafficked area, although there were no landmark buildings here, the high concentration of residents should not be underestimated. Many foreigners and adventurers liked to live here.

It was also the place where Char had struggled in his early days.

However, the problem was that the sketch on the map indicated that the location was within a cave-like passage.

Minden Street simply couldn't fit the criteria!

"Did we calculate it wrong?"

Char furrowed his brow and looked at Chantilla.

But Chantilla blushed and seemed to want to refute him, yet in the end, she remained silent.

"No, we shouldn't have calculated it wrong." Sally stared at the area on the map, lost in thought. "When I first saw this sketch, I said it felt somewhat familiar."

"Here, it should be the location of the central sewer in the capital city. If I remember correctly, there is indeed a sizable drainage opening there."

Char's expression turned cold.

Despite all the calculations, he hadn't anticipated that those lunatics would choose the location of the descent ritual beneath the most densely populated street in the capital city!

Moreover, from this perspective, Octavia and Lady Violet's side might be in danger!

"Sorry, I have something urgent to attend to. I need to leave for a moment."

"Hey, today is your first day at work!"

However, the figure of the young man had already disappeared from the doorway in a hurry.