In truth, Letia always felt that Otto was hiding something from her.
Or rather, judging by his motives and expression, he seemed quite interested in becoming a god.
Whether it was his investment in Red or his attention toward the Black Church, it all seemed to be about exploring the path to divinity.
Adding in that sudden hint from the Script in her mind, Letia naturally suspected Otto would try to stir up trouble.
But after several days of investigation, she’d come up with nothing at all.
It was honestly a bit of a headache.
So she could only place her hopes on Red now.
“Hey, what about you?”
Letia put down her wine glass, leaning forward slightly, a hint of urgency in her tone as she looked at Red.
“You… Surely something’s happened on your end?”
Red was trying to pierce through the gap in the table with an “academic” gaze, seeking to unravel the mystery of Letia’s white silk stockings—so cleverly “shielded” by the table’s edge.
He was almost sprawled completely across the table, his angle as tricky as a secret agent’s.
Yet… he saw absolutely nothing.
Was her skill at blocking his view maxed out or something?
As for bending down to pick something up?
Too obvious—it would just earn him endless mockery from her.
Ahem!
Letia’s renewed question snapped him back to his senses.
He tactically cleared his throat, quickly sat up straight, forcibly shifted his gaze away from temptation below, and looked her straight in the face.
“Clues, huh… Well, I did find something.”
“Oh? Tell me in detail.”
Though Red was a Creation Mage, thanks to his all-pervasive mechanical creations, his information-gathering abilities were top-notch.
Otherwise, his strategies and plans back in Dawnblade wouldn’t have been so meticulous.
“Look at this.”
Red took a Blood-Hunting Spider out of his pocket and placed it on the table before continuing.
“This is a spider I left at Satania’s house. It saw something interesting.”
Seeing the little spider, Letia picked it up and pressed the play button.
Soon, a recording began to play.
Letia listened carefully.
The more she heard, the more her expression grew grave.
The Black Church had entered the 27th floor of the Dungeon.
And according to the Script’s prophecy, the Scarlet Legion’s party would be attacked by a giant demon, and Hera would die because of it…
At the same time, when meeting Otto, there was also the vision of an unknown person in the Dungeon, stabbed through the heart with a dagger and dying.
Combining all these factors, Letia arrived at a terrifying suspicion.
Could it be that the giant demon that attacked Brian was the result of the Black Church’s Demonization Plan?
But why did the final scene only appear after seeing Otto’s dagger?
Letia felt she was on the verge of something, but her thoughts remained scattered, just out of reach, hazy and hard to grasp.
“Any ideas?”
Red saw Letia had put her shoes back on and couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
White silk stockings really are the best.
As long as you block out Letia’s face, there’s nothing to distract from the view.
Letia rubbed her aching temples.
She couldn’t explain the Script and all these fragmented clues in her mind to Red.
She couldn’t just say, “I dreamed it,” or “I’ve got a Script in my head.”
If she said it aloud, Red would probably think she was insane.
“Hoo~”
She let out a soft breath, temporarily pushing down her jumbled thoughts, deciding to deal with what she could for now.
“We’ve got clues—the Black Church definitely went down there. But the problem is…”
She looked at Red, her eyes filled with helplessness.
“The 27th floor—we simply can’t get in.”
According to the Script’s prediction, Hera died to that demon because her armor hadn’t been properly maintained or replaced in time.
But Letia had now helped her change into a better, newer set of armor, so there shouldn’t be any trouble—at worst, she’d be badly wounded, and after that, Brian could handle things.
There was no reason for her to worry so much.
Red listened, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
He understood Letia’s helplessness.
“It’s true… The Scarlet Legion has official clearance and deep-access permissions. The Black Church probably used some shady trick to sneak in or tailed them.”
“We…”
He sighed, just about to speak, but realizing he was no longer with Dawnblade, he changed his words.
“Letia, your current official clearance only goes to the 23rd floor. For just the two of us to force our way through four entire floors of the Dungeon—honestly, that’s no different from suicide.”
Letia tried to get more clues from the Script in her mind, but there was simply no response.
She could only spread her hands and say,
“We’ll just have to wait.”
“Yeah.”
When night came, Red returned home.
Because Litt didn’t need to help out at the White Church for the time being, she was quite relaxed—just needed to look after the shop.
Judging by Litt’s demeanor, she seemed to be enjoying this kind of life.
“Red, welcome back,” Litt called from the kitchen, busy with something.
“Dinner will take a little while longer.”
“It’s fine, I’ll help.”
“Okay, chop some veggies for me.”
Perhaps because they’d spent so much time together, their teamwork was outstanding—almost like an old married couple.
Helping each other, dividing tasks—chopping vegetables, lighting the fire, adding seasonings—neither hurried nor slow, everything orderly and smooth, not a single wasted motion.
So in less than half an hour, the two of them walked out of the kitchen together.
“Compared to before…”
Litt looked at the three dishes and soup on the table and couldn’t help sighing, “Things are much easier now.”
As she spoke, she tasted some of the braised eggplant.
In this world, most cuisine was just stews in one pot.
Braising, as a cooking method, was unique to her…
No, Red could do it too, since she’d taught him.
Litt saw Red picking up a piece as well, and was just about to ask him how it tasted when suddenly there was an urgent knock at the door.
Though puzzled, Red and Litt went to the entrance and opened the door.
Standing outside was Tos, drenched in sweat, and Mason, who adjusted his glasses as he followed behind.
Seeing how flustered they were, Red was a bit confused, but before he could ask, Tos spoke.
“Red, something’s happened…”
He panted, swallowing to wet his throat before continuing, “Brian just sent us a 999 Signal.”
At that, Red’s heart skipped a beat.
In the adventurer community, 999 meant only one thing: a distress signal.
But it was a heavy signal too—it meant someone in their party had died, or they’d encountered a crisis they couldn’t handle.
Tos urgently added,
“No time for details. Come with us!”
Mason nodded gravely.
“Yeah, it’s an emergency. We’ll explain on the way.”
The brothers could play and joke around most of the time, but when real danger struck, there was no room for hesitation.
Before leaving, Red glanced back with a trace of worry, but Litt only wore her gentle smile.
She waved at him and softly said,
“Go on, but… promise you’ll come back safe.”
Such simple words, yet like a warm current, gave Red a sense of reassurance.
He didn’t hesitate any longer.
Nodding firmly, he turned, quickly following Tos and Mason—his figure swiftly disappearing down the dim corridor beyond the door.
Clang.
The door closed softly.
Inside, the smile faded from Litt’s face.
She removed the mask from her face, transforming back into Letia, and let out a helpless sigh.
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