Chapter 160: The Witch of the Night

Chapter 160: The Witch of the Night

Stealthily gathering information?

Hastur's first thought was of Mr. A's Aurora order and the Yellow-robed Monks lurking in the shadows.

These two organizations had been particularly attentive to him since his birth, so it made sense they would secretly collect his information.

"Don't you find it strange at all?"

Maric couldn't understand why Hastur could remain so calm. Normally, shouldn't one be curious and shocked?

"Strange indeed, who exactly is collecting my information?"

"…Your reaction seems a bit too fake."

"Is it that obvious?"

Hastur chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass, the dark red liquid spinning along the sides.

"We suspect those people might belong to the Witch Sect," Sharon spoke up, her gaze on Hastur filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

"The Witch Sect?"

Hastur was taken aback. Why would the Witch Sect be collecting his information? He hadn't even approached them for the assassin's poison recipe yet.

Maric said with a teasing tone, "Tsk, Hastur, with your looks, it's normal to attract the people of the Witch Sect. I hear they fancy young and handsome men."

"Maric, are you jealous of me?"

"…"

Maric huffed and fell silent, choosing not to engage in this topic with Hastur, leaving it to Sharon instead.

Sharon spoke evenly, "The Witch Sect has always been synonymous with disaster and despair. Them approaching you is never a good sign."

"Maybe they just think I'm good-looking?"

"Possibly, considering you're nothing but a shell now."

"…"

Hastur thought it best not to quip back at Sharon; she always had a way of cutting him deep.

Gathering his thoughts, Hastur spoke seriously, "I haven't had any contact with the Witch Sect. The only likely connection is Lady Germane; someone told me she's linked to the Witch Sect."

Maric couldn't help but interject, "So, Lady Germane has taken a fancy to you, Hastur."

"It's a nuisance, Maric. You're not me; you don't understand what kind of painful experience this is."

"…"

Maric almost wanted to slap himself. Why did he even start this conversation?

"Aren't you nobles usually very open about these matters?" Sharon's tone was as calm as ever.

"That's other nobles. I've always been chaste, never messing around with affairs of men and women. Hmm, I'm a bit of a clean freak."

Hastur felt the need to clear his name, lest he be misunderstood.

"That's not our concern. You'd better watch out for yourself."

"If I really encounter danger, I'll ask for your help."

"I might not have the time."

"Sharon, you're truly heartless."

Sharon's expression remained calm, her azure eyes briefly scanning Hastur before falling silent.

…

Inside a luxurious villa.

In an opulently decorated room, the lively atmosphere once again settled into quietude.

"You seem particularly passionate tonight?"

"Leave."

"Tsk, isn't that a bit too heartless? They say men don't recognize others once they pull up their pants, seems women are the same once they put on their skirts."

"I didn't ask you to come; you insisted on finding me."

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with you about this. I've recently had someone inquire about Baron Campbell's information, not bad, quite a heartthrob."

The room fell silent, then an angry voice erupted, "I don't need you meddling in my private life!"

"I'm just curious, nothing more. But you, failing to handle even a young man? Can your charm only seduce pot-bellied old men?

Oh, I forgot, you were determined not to walk the path of a witch. Now, do you regret your naive past?"

"Get out!"

"Hahaha, you're actually angry! You're truly shaken by a man, questioning your past decisions! You should remember our family's admonition: Witches die of love!"

"I don't need your reminders!"

"I'm just afraid you'll walk down a path of no return, after all, I am your sister."

After a pleasant chuckle, the window opened, a figure departed from the sill, and the window closed once more.

"Baron Hastur Campbell…"

…

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat at the head of the long table, his gaze sweeping over the lit stars, finally resting on the star of the High-Dimensional Overseer .

The High-Dimensional Overseer , who had always been with Adam, now embarked on his own journey, his direction casual, without any clear purpose.

At the moment, he was raising a bonfire in the wilderness, leisurely gathering sturdy vines to construct a makeshift vine bed between two large trees.

After testing the new bed's strength and confirming it could support his weight, he lay down, gazing up at the starry sky.

Relaxed and comfortable.

This made Hastur, who had been observing him, reflect, "He's just like an ordinary human, lacking the terrifying aspects of an Outer God."

After watching for a while longer, Hastur resisted the urge to lash out with his whip, shifting his gaze to the stars of the True Creator and Adam.

The Aurora order's active search for the followers of the stars was surely at the behest of the True Creator.

Since they wanted to find him, he would come and observe them if he had nothing else to do.

This time, Urolius was not by the side of the True Creator, likely out on an errand.

Perhaps he had gone to Beckland again?

Now, even Will couldn't sense him; Urolius probably couldn't detect his anomaly either.

After staring for a while longer, Hastur also glanced at Adam.

He remained in that church, not praying devoutly but gazing out the window, not at the stars, but at the distance.

When would Adam convene the Twilight Hermit Society?

Hastur was looking forward to that day, to see just how strong the organization's foundation was.

After observing for a bit longer, he withdrew his gaze.

Taking a brief rest, he began to probe fate for the assassin's poison recipe.

The person appearing in the vision was Lady Germane, a revelation of destiny.

This was the same shortcut recommended by Will.

But he really didn't want to get involved with someone like Lady Germane.

"Let's wait a bit longer."

Hastur wasn't in a hurry for the assassin's poison recipe.

He severed the connection with the Hall of Stars and logged off to sleep.

In the dead of night, the wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the wind chimes hanging in the study tinkled crisply.

Hastur, who had already gone to bed, woke from his deep sleep.

Instinctively, he rolled over, grasping the staff by his bedside, his initially groggy eyes sharpening with alertness.

His spirit warned him someone was approaching.

After Mr. A's midnight visit last time, he had learned his lesson.

To prevent someone from entering through the window in the middle of the night while he was still asleep, Hastur had set a small alarm on the window, which would alert him to the presence of any extraordinary beings.

This was a little trick he had learned from the Steam and Machinery Church after stealing the Black Emperor card.

For him, who could set rules, this was no difficult feat.

Holding the staff, he didn't get out of bed to open the window but instead crouched on it.

Whoosh, bang! Bang!

A gust of wind blew through, flinging open the windows.

The wind entered the bedroom, causing a rustling noise.

Fortunately, there were no valuables; even if something was blown to the ground and shattered, Hastur wouldn't mind.

"Your vigilance is high."

A charming yet slightly cold voice accompanied the strong wind into the room.

Hastur didn't respond, rising from his crouched position, getting off the bed, drawing the sword from within his staff, but he didn't act rashly, as he didn't know who the visitor was.

Judging by the voice, it wasn't the gender-changed Mr. A, perhaps a member of the Witch Sect.

They were bold, knocking on the window of a noble in the Queen's District in the dead of night.

"Hehe, little man, do you want to see me?"

This time the voice had moved from outside to inside the room, in a shadow near the window.

Hastur glanced over, seeing only darkness, unable to discern anything.

An assassin's path of invisibility?

Hastur's lips curled slightly; he too was a master of invisibility, using such a skill in front of him was like bringing an axe to the opera.

Slowly activating his spiritual vision, he saw a shapely shadow on the ceiling, hanging upside down like a spider, looking down at him.

She wore a black dress with red lace trim on the hem, resembling Lady Germane in appearance, but their eyes and brows were entirely different.

Lady Germane's eyes held an unspeakable charm, while this woman's were seductive and captivating.

"I have no desire to meet someone who only sneaks around."

As Hastur spoke, he moved to the side, lighting an exquisitely shaped lamp.

The light wasn't too dazzling but was enough to dispel the darkness in the room.

The shadow on the ceiling, relying on its state of invisibility, silently moved above his head, like a giant spider ready to pounce.

(End of Chapter)