Chapter 188: New Clues

At dinner time, Red was a bit distracted as he picked at his food.

It was undeniable that Letia’s cooking was indeed better than his own, and perhaps even better than Litt’s.

But now, Red was in no mood to savor these delicacies.

While they were cooking earlier, Letia’s unintended words had left him unable to stop dwelling on them even now.

He even suspected, until this very moment, whether Letia’s final sentence was true or false.

After all, when it came to this woman’s way of thinking, he truly could not figure her out.

Despite having said something so teasing and frustrating, she herself acted as if nothing had happened, burying her head in her food.

“Red, your cooking skills are still so good. No wonder Jessica always wanted you to go back. Even if you weren’t an adventurer, she wanted you as her House Steward. With this kind of culinary skill, marrying a wife in the future won’t be a problem at all.”

“…. Just eat your food.”

Red calmed the messy thoughts in his mind.

He was more inclined to believe that Letia was simply playing with him.

If she truly had feelings for him, she wouldn’t have said something so casual.

She had always been like this.

“But speaking of which…”

After a moment of silence, Red suddenly spoke up and asked Letia, “Is it really okay for you not to go to the Dungeon with Liz and the others?”

It wasn’t that Red was worried about Liz, but rather that the enhancement effects produced by killing monsters in the Dungeon were distributed equally.

If Letia did not participate in the conquest of the Twenty-Fourth Floor, then when Dawnblade proceeded to the Twenty-fifth Floor later, her strength would lag behind by a significant margin.

“You mean that?”

Letia said without hesitation.

“Actually, I don’t really care about so-called power. Have you forgotten my original purpose for joining Dawnblade?”

“…. To escape the constraints of the Holy Church.”

“It seems you haven’t forgotten.”

Letia nodded.

“Yes, I joined Dawnblade just to seek a peaceful life here. I don’t want to get involved in the affairs of the Holy Church. So for me, how things are now is quite good.”

Although he didn’t know why Letia, who came from the Holy Tribunal, would so vehemently reject the Holy Church’s philosophy, Red didn’t want to pry too much.

“You plan to stay here tonight, but the problem is there are only two Rooms here. Where you sleep is an issue…”

“That’s easy.”

Letia waved her hand and said, “I’ll just go sleep in Litt’s Room.”

“Wait? You shouldn’t be the type to mess around with Litt’s things, right?”

Regarding Letia, this Double-ended Plug, Red always felt it was quite dangerous for her to sleep in Litt’s Room.

For example, she might grind against the corners of the desk, or perhaps ‘take off’ while looking at Litt’s Photo, or maybe rub against Litt’s Duvet, and so on.

Based on Red’s impression of Letia, this girl was truly capable of doing such things.

“How could that be possible!”

Letia straightened her back with an air of solemnity.

“I still care about my dignity, okay? Of course, it’s impossible for me to rummage through the place to find Litt’s childhood Photos to ‘blast’ to, nor will I smell her clothes and indulge in wild fantasies, and it’s even more impossible for me to steal her Panties…”

“Stop, stop, stop! You’re sleeping in my Room tonight!”

Before Letia could finish her criminal manifesto, Red hurried to cover Letia’s mouth.

“I don’t want Litt’s things to fall victim to your poisonous hands.”

“Then if I sleep in your Room, where will you sleep?”

Letia blinked, a strangely playful smile on her face as if her Plan had succeeded.

“Could it be… you want to sleep with me?”

“I’ll sleep in the Living Room.”

Red, of course, could not continue to sleep with Letia; doing so would damage his innocence.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Red tidied up all the dishes and utensils before turning his gaze toward Letia.

At this moment, she was still in that completely exposed posture, looking as if she were about to melt, lounging lazily on the Sofa.

“If only you had even a tenth of Litt’s diligence…”

Red sighed but still sat down opposite Letia.

“If you’re sleepy, you can go to my Room and sleep first. The door isn’t locked.”

“I’m not quite at the point of being sleepy yet.”

Letia lay lazily on her side on the Sofa, her silk-like silver hair spreading across the cushions.

She seemed to remember the main business of this trip, so she fixed her gaze on Red’s face, her voice still somewhat nonchalant.

“Red…, remember what happened on the twenty-seventh floor?”

“Of course I remember,” Red replied in a deep voice, his brow furrowing involuntarily.

It wasn’t just the dangerous situation the two of them had encountered; more crucial was the turn of events on Mason’s side.

At the very moment the Scarlet Legion was about to deal a fatal blow to that abyss demon, a blonde figure had appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

With the force of a thunderclap, he snatched away that Demon Head containing terrifying power and had a brief exchange with Mason.

And more importantly, the Monster Tide he and Letia had encountered… was nine times out of ten caused by that blonde man.

These past few days, Red had used almost every connection he could.

Tos had dug three feet deep into the Black Church, but that blonde man was like a drop of water cast into a deep pool, leaving no ripples to be tracked.

Who was he?

Where did he come from?

What was his motive for seizing that Demon Head filled with ominous power?

He knew nothing.

The only thing he knew for certain was… this person was definitely not a good sort.

Starting a Beast Tide to charge at the Scarlet Legion’s Camp was merely to force Mason and the others to fall back and defend.

And even so, if he and Letia hadn’t led the Beast Tide away first, the Scarlet Legion probably would have suffered heavy casualties even if they held out until Mason and the others returned.

Now, Letia had taken the initiative to bring this matter up…

Red’s gaze suddenly sharpened, and he leaned forward slightly.

“You have a clue?”

“Naturally.”

Letia shifted into a more comfortable position, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

Her tone remained lazy, but her eyes became serious.

“I cannot reveal the source of the information; you know that very well. But one thing I am certain of is that this person’s next move will be to head to the Twenty-Fourth Floor.”

This was Letia’s original purpose for seeking out Red.

The Script certainly wouldn’t expect Red to save Liz and the others, or rather… to specifically go save Dawnblade.

In that case, why shouldn’t she use another reason to make Red head to the Dungeon?

If, while pursuing the culprit who stole the Demon Head, he just happened to encounter Dawnblade at a moment of life-and-death crisis and saved them in passing, this would in itself fulfill the Script’s expectations, and the motive would be more reasonable.

“What is he going to the Twenty-Fourth Floor for?”

Red also thought about Dawnblade being on the Twenty-Fourth Floor, but he cared more about this blonde man.

Not long ago, Tos had given him a very important piece of information.

The Black Church’s Deicide Plan would, at a later stage, involve Litt herself.

This meant that no matter what this blonde man’s current goal was, in the future, he would very likely make a move against Litt.