Chapter 114:Future Androgyny?

"And you're seriously not a White Knight?" Flora asked amused and Adryan sighed.

Now he was walking through the sewers.

"As I told you before, I'm not. But if I have the opportunity to help, I'll do it as long as it's not dangerous"

In his talk with Benson the fatty had tried to save himself with various things, money, and women of all ages. In one of those he revealed the existence of the Cave and thinking that it would be useful, he made him sing about it.

What he heard made him feel repulsed, everything about the work of the women there and that there were even children there.

When he finished his talk with Clark and after collecting his characteristic and taking everything related to the altar and leaving the gift for the Nighthawks.

He paid a visit to this <Cave>.

Security was poor so it was easy to sneak in. Finding the boss was also very easy feet this one was not discreet, having multiple big strong men around you is not very discreet.

After a fight that was more of a massacre, only the boss remained and he tied him to a chair to burn along with the building. Then he took all the women he found to the warehouse where he knew the Nighthawks would go.

Honestly, he didn't expect them to be there but it didn't matter, losing them was child's play.

"Besides, it's not like I left empty-handed," he said as he waved a bag that hung over his shoulder.

"Whatever you say Little Knight ~" Flora said dragging her tongue before laughing.

Shaking his head, Adryan continued on his way through the sewers, removing the Burnt Band from his arm.

Now he was on his way to his hotel room.

...

Coming out of the shadows he was already in his room.

His room was dark and he kept it that way so he could use Shadow Leap more easily.

Approaching the table he placed the bag in it, he took a small container from his pocket and placed it next to the table.

After that, he took off all the Holmes costume and put them in another bag. Now he was only in his underwear.

Flora was slowly getting used to this sight but something caught her eye.

'Why do his pecs seem bigger?' Confused, she compared Adryan's pecs from before using her memory and realized that it was so.

'Yes, they are a little bigger!', somewhat surprised, she took a good look at Adryan and saw some new differences.

Finding this a way to annoy Adryan, she showed her amusement.

"Adryan what's wrong with your body?"

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, the redhead finished putting on his old worker's pants.

"What are you talking about?" Flora's response was to laugh in amusement as she answered.

"Look at yourself in a mirror"

'That's not good' the redhead thought a little worried as he went to his closet and opened it.

From one of the drawers, he took out a medium mirror that he had bought to help him apply the charcoal to his face.

Looking at himself he saw that his face had changed only a bit. The differences were minimal but if someone who knew him very well and had excellent memory saw his face they would say that he had become more delicate.

His face had become, to say, a little more effeminate, and his eyelashes had lengthened slightly. His eyebrows also looked more delicate than before.

The changes were tiny to the point that even if someone had a before photo it would be hard for them to spot the difference.

His eyes slowly widened in horror and he searched his entire body finding another change.

His waist had become a bit smaller…

This greatly amused Flora whose laughter only grew louder as Adryan turned pale.

His brain was on full blast trying to find a reason for this. His eyes sparkled and he raised a hand to his face.

'During everything I did in the Cave the extra Hunter potion I drank had been digested. These changes will not be for that, right? Does this get worse when the Pyromaniac potion is digested?!'

'The hunter is supposed to be the pathway of masculinity!!' thought Adryan incredulously, not finding the meaning of this and Flora's laughter didn't help anything.

He had to sit in the chair for a moment to understand what was happening.

'Okay, I must think....Could it be because of the influence of the City of Calamities?'

'It is the Sefira that is connected with the Red Priest and Demoness path. One is masculinity and the other is femininity. Perhaps my body will present some characteristics of the other path when I climb higher in the sequences.....'

An image of him appeared as a bearded man with breasts and hips like a model, with a fine face and excessively thick lips.

This mental image made him gag.

Flora laughed harder.

Adryan's head hung in defeat and he let out a long breath.

'At least the changes are minor, plus it doesn't affect my mind....

I just hope this doesn't get worse....'

Rising from the chair he formed a wall of spirituality and placed the red candles and red poppies in position on the floor along with the paper with the symbol.

He knelt and joining his hands to pray, he closed his eyes.

Flora was no longer laughing and had remained silent.

'Finally, my head was already aching from hearing that old lady's laugh'

He opened his mouth and prayed in Ancient Hermes.

"The Scarlet Monarch that burns depravity...."

...

Closing the door of flames, he looked at what floated in front of him.

The container with Clark's characteristic, he had sealed with a wall of spirituality.

Extending his hand he caused the yellow smoke that covered the things he had left behind to disperse.

He made the container float there and after that, he covered it again with the yellowish smoke.

With that done, he sat down on the yellow floor and sighed.

"I'm not interested in making an Assassin for my ritual so these characteristic are useless to me and I don't want to use them to create an artifact either. I'll wait a bit before sending these to Isengard so I can accumulate more contribution points in the church."

He looked up at the sky and saw the floating yellow clouds.

The memory of the witch who killed Grievius came to his mind.

"So your name is Maria huh?" he whispered to the sky.

He finally had a name to put on that face.

'I couldn't get almost any information related to her. The only thing I know is that she is a high-ranking witch'

'Maybe Stephen knows something else but he's on a hidden mission on who knows where so he's ruled out'

'Besides who the fuck is the Saint in Black? That title was never mentioned in Klein's story....'

'Well, it's not like he's related to the Demoness Sect that deeply either so it makes sense that she's never been mentioned….'

Shaking his head, Adryan formed the sphere of light in his mind and left the City of Calamities.

...

Standing up from the floor, he made his way to his closet and pulled out the rest of his worker costume.

His face had coal again and the bandages on his hands were dirty.

Adjusting his hat he replaced the Burnt Band and Shadow Leaped out.

His room returned to its silence but this only lasted a few more minutes as Adryan re-entered only this time through the door.

Locking the door and removing his hat, he tossed it aside.

'Pretending that I just got back from work is the best, this will prevent the fucking old man from sticking his nose where it doesn't suit him'

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to wipe his face.

"Flora, I have a question.

Don't you have a messenger to notify your family of your situation?"

Flora, after being quiet for a few seconds she let out a soft sigh.

"I have a messenger but I avoid using it if possible. When you have that <man> as an enemy you have to mistrust everything to survive.

We already had several cases in which that man used the messengers to find us so they are now frowned upon."

"It's better to notify them of my status at the party instead of using the messenger"

Flora finished explaining with a little fear.

You could tell and feel the fear she had of that man because of the way she mentioned 'Him', her voice trembled and even broke a little.

Adryan just nodded without comment and just grabbed one of the white goat-fat candles from his bag.

"I asked you that because I plan to contract a messenger and I need your help" the redhead asked with a smile as he played with the candle, throwing it up and down.

'Do you care what I told you or was it just to bother me' the woman thought annoyed as she answered.

"You are annoying Little Princess"