Chapter 34: Departure

It was obvious that Granny knew she had reached the end of the road, so naturally, she no longer cared about anything.

With the charges handed down to her just now by the Order, no one would be able to get her out of prison.

Rather than that, she might as well let Red truly experience what despair meant.

“From here, it’ll take at least half an hour to get there, and there’s only ten minutes left before the formation activates. Do you think you can make it?”

Facing Granny’s mocking tone, Red furrowed his brow.

The Captain of the Order couldn’t help but slap Granny on the head, making her face slam heavily onto the ground.

“Where is the explosion going to happen?”

Neither the Captain nor Red knew where Tessaia lived, and Red was well aware that Litt didn’t have her Weapon—her Weapon was still in his own hands.

In her current situation, she was in considerable danger.

“You think I would tell you?”

Granny grinned, looking extremely pleased with herself.

However, Red didn’t let his temper get the best of him.

Having stayed with the Dawnblade for so long, he understood all too well that in a situation like this, it was even more important to stay calm.

Anger would solve nothing.

“Captain Kael, do you remember which direction Litte headed?”

“This way.”

“Thanks.”

Red ran quickly in the direction indicated by Captain Kael.

At the same time, his hands didn’t stop working.

As a Creation Mage, he wasn’t just a punching bag on the frontlines.

While hurrying along, a large amount of metal gathered in his hands.

In less than ten seconds, seven or eight palm-sized, intricately designed spider-shaped mechanical creations landed lightly, their eight slender metallic legs supporting their bodies steadily.

The faceted eyes glimmered with an eerie blue light as they instantly locked onto their target direction.

Within the Dawnblade, Red’s personal combat power might not be at the top, but the support value of his Creation Magic far surpassed what mere combat strength could measure.

This Blood-Hound Spider was one of his many masterpieces.

It could capture and track even the faintest scent lingering in the air.

It was precisely this sensitive little thing that had more than once helped the Dawnblade avoid the raging tides of magic beasts ahead of time.

Now, using it to track the traces Litt left behind was undoubtedly the wisest choice.

“I’m counting on you.”

“Squeak, squeak!”

The Blood-Hound Spider was incredibly fast.

If he relied on his own speed to get there and protect Litt, it would take at least half an hour.

But at the little gadget’s pace, it probably wouldn’t even need five minutes.

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On the other side, as Tessaia was sending her grandmother to safety, Litt looked out the window.

The scent of magic in the air had grown abnormally thick.

Having come from the Holy Tribunal, and having specially studied skills meant for dealing with humans, how could Litt not know that a great number of formations had already been set up here?

Judging from the script’s scenario, these formations were supposed to be Explosion Formations used for ignition.

Once activated, these formations could turn the whole house into a sea of fire in an instant.

Given this concentration of magic, there was probably less than ten minutes before activation.

Trying to find and disable all of them one by one was nearly impossible.

And what was more important, those people hiding in the darkness—had started to move.

Their target was Tessaia.

If they realized Tessaia and her grandmother had already been moved out, they’d definitely send people to pursue.

To avoid that, the best solution was to catch them all here in one fell swoop.

But if she didn’t use the cross… that seemed impossible.

Litt looked at the little yellow book in her hand, black lines covering her face.

“If I had the Apocrypha on me, I wouldn’t be in such a mess… Damn you, Red.”

Now that things had come to this, could she really blame herself for grabbing the wrong thing?

Of course not.

Isn’t cuteness innocent, you know?

Of course, complaining would solve nothing, and Litt didn’t consider herself as willful as Liz.

A couple of grumbles in her heart were enough.

Besides, this really was her own mistake.

However… as long as no one found out she was using the cross, wasn’t that fine?

While Litt was lost in her thoughts, someone pushed open the window.

According to how the script originally went, these people were supposed to forcefully take Tessaia away, then activate the formations, leaving her grandmother in the house forever, cutting off Tessaia’s last hope, and taking her to Buffyst Mansion.

Afterward, Red would discover this, then head to Buffyst Mansion and put on the classic Hero Saves Beauty act, pulling Tessaia out and planting the seeds of affection in this demon girl’s heart, paving the way for later romance.

This was also a classic trope in web novels.

Now that she’d interrupted like this, who knew if the script would change.

After all, according to the original plot, Tessaia was supposed to be part of Red’s Harem—though she hadn’t actually joined yet…

Tsk~

How did this kid get to enjoy all the blessings?

There was Litt and Tessaia, too.

Litt secretly clicked her tongue in her heart.

Just then, five figures entered the room.

If she’d been a defenseless girl, given their formation, she would’ve been trapped with no way out.

It was clear these people had received special training, nothing like the thieves from before.

But… unfortunately.

Litt was not a defenseless girl.

“Hm?”

After getting closer, these people also noticed something was off.

The person they’d surrounded didn’t seem to be the one the lord wanted.

In the moonlight, as they saw Litt’s face clearly, she naturally got a good look at them, too.

Brothershood members?

They were clearly assassins—how did they end up trafficking people?

The masked assassin looked at the white-robed nun before him and frowned slightly.

Where had this nun come from?

Where did the demon they were looking for go?

And… even though the other party seemed completely harmless, why did it feel like if he made a move… he would die?

“What now?”

“I’ll go up and say hello.”

One of the assassins stepped out of the darkness.

In the cold moonlight, the assassin and the nun faced each other.

“Good evening, miss.”

“I am Litt, a nun of the White Church. May I ask what business you have here?”

The girl before him was pure and flawless, like an angel, stirring not even the slightest hostility in one’s heart.

“Miss Nun, we’re here to find someone. And you, what are you doing here?”

The assassin’s implied meaning was for Litt to leave at once.

Yet Litt’s face remained fixed with that warm, comforting smile.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

As the two of them spoke, the assassins lurking in the shadows were steadily tightening the encirclement, but besides those assassins… something else was also on the move.

Soon, a killer in the darkness suddenly felt something icy cold and bone-chilling clamp around his throat.

They struggled in agony, but couldn’t utter a sound or call out, paralyzed by terror and unable to do anything else.

Yet the assassin before Litt hadn’t noticed this at all.

He looked at Litt—the girl before him still radiated no sense of threat, and after probing for so long, he finally couldn’t help but sigh.

“Sigh… I don’t want to kill you. As long as you leave now, no one will get hurt.”