Chapter 344 - 344 Boxing Gloves

344 Boxing Gloves

Not by the Loen army Anthony Reid muttered under his breath, his eyes distant.

Francas demeanor, the subtle s.h.i.+fts in her expressions and body languageit all told him that Franca wasnt lying; she wasnt bluffing him!

This revelation rendered his years of suffering, of misattributed blame, into a cruel jest.

As a Psychiatrist, Anthony Reid was acutely attuned to the waves of disillusionment that crashed through his psyche. His emotional stability quivered, struck by a potent aftershock.

Instinctively, he used Placate on himself.

As Anthony Reid struggled to save himself, Franca elaborated, Either the battles secrecy is of the highest order, barring my Loenese friend from obtaining the truth for now, or a different faction entirely orchestrated the a.s.sault on your unit.

Her inclination leaned toward the latter possibility. In the grand scheme of the Loen Kingdom, this skirmish was a minor one. Anthonys company held no strategic value, no pivotal figures, so there was no reason for a high-level concealment.

Who could it be? Jenna had already raised this question after reading the telegram, but both of them couldnt come up with a reasonable answer.

She even speculated that an Instigator might have sowed seeds of internal discord amidst the Intis army to digest a potion. This made one of the companies impersonate as Loenese soldiers, launching a deadly nocturnal a.s.sault on Anthony Reid and his comrades.

However, this was far too difficult. No matter how formidable an Instigator was, there was no hope of success unless Anthony Reids company had discovered evidence of someones serious crimes or formed a deep feud with other companies due to conflicts on the battlefield.

Indeed, who could it be Anthony Reid, now more composed thanks to his Placate, intoned with a voice etched in determination.

He understood why the Loen army would attack him and his comradestheir animosity, though intense, was comprehensible within the context of war. But an attack from an unknown faction? That puzzled him.

Franca pondered for a moment and said, Did your unit forsake allies on the battlefield? Or perhaps lay claim to spoils of war that werent rightfully yours?

Anthony Reid ruminated briefly before shaking his head resolutely. No.

Lumian chimed in with conviction, Absolutely not. This ties back to Hugues Artois. It cant be a squabble between comrades or external rivals.

Jenna, absorbed in contemplation, posed another question, Did you defy Hugues Artoiss orders? Or did your actions inadvertently cost him something?

Anthony Reid shook his head again.

If I had, I wouldnt have grappled with years of puzzlement.

Silence enveloped Apartment 601, a contemplative hush broken only by Lumians recollection. A shard of Madam Magicians prior words tugged at his thoughts, and he ventured,

Could it be a sacrificial rite? A blood offering to an evil G.o.d?

Blood sacrifice Franca and Jenna recalled the support various evil G.o.d factions had given Hugues Artois.

Anthony Reid fell silent for a moment before saying, The heretics, disguised as the Loen army, orchestrated our annihilation with Hugues Artoiss complicity?

Franca said insightfully, Its the most logical explanation, though the question remainswho gains? Certainly not Hugues Artois. He reaped no boons, not even in death.

For a moment, no one could answer Francas question.

After a few seconds, Lumian said, Thats one of the avenues we must delve into as we proceed. It might intertwine with Hugues Artoiss ascent to power and his parliamentary role.

Upon hearing this, Jenna recounted the information she had obtained from the Purifiers and concluded, The pressing issue lies in the fact that General Philip, who seems the most suspicious, is already deceased. Its as if all the threads converge at a sudden dead-end.

He died just in time. Franca chuckled. A pre-emptive elimination, perhaps?

Lumian stroked his chin and spoke slowly, In the world of mysticism, certain deaths dont necessarily mean true demise.

Madam Justice had mentioned that an evil G.o.ds boon had a Deceased Sequence. They could use death to escape their original fate.

Similarly, if General Philip had used the Subst.i.tution Spell, the one who died might not be the real him.

Franca, who had previously helped with finis.h.i.+ng Guillaume Bnet, immediately understood.

Subst.i.tution Spell?

We cannot dismiss the possibility. Lumian smiled. Our immediate objective remains the investigation of General Philip, ascertaining the truth of his demise. Even if he is truly dead, there may be traces he left behind, undiscovered by the Purifiers due to the constraints imposed on them.

Anthony Reid, though still grappling with the shattering revelations, felt the warmth of unity and purpose in his companions discourse. It bolstered his resolve, a spark of renewed determination igniting within him.

He nodded slightly and said, Theres no need to rush. This matter must be very complicated. Ill first gather preliminary information about General Philip, his family, and friends.

After Anthony Reid took his leave, Lumian observed Franca preparing to head to Rue des Fontaines in search of Gardner Martin, so he left Apartment 601 with her.

As they walked down the stairs, Lumian broached the subject of his conversation with Hela, sharing the details with Franca.

Her excitement burgeoned as she absorbed his words, a fervor building within her.

Great! Great! Quickly transform into Muggle. Lets make contact with April Fools together!

Why are you so excited? Lumian glanced at him.

Franca made a tongue-clicking sound and chuckled.

Back home, theres a saying that goes if you get drenched in the rain, rip up someone elses umbrella. Haha, its all in jest, but isnt it interesting? Even though your appearance leans towards masculinity, a few simple adjustments can render you strikingly beautiful. Once the Pyromaniac potion has been digested, have you not considered having a potion of Pleasure? Sigh, forget it. Theres still some risk before reaching Sequence 4.

Laughter and jesting flowed between them, Francas demeanor then taking a more serious turn as they reached the street

Unfortunately Lumian echoed the sentiment, a tinge of regret shading his words.

His curiosity then led him to inquire about Emperor Roselle and the perplexing att.i.tudes of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society members.

Francas expression turned strange, as if she struggled to suppress a bout of laughter.

After a moment, she exhaled and said, This matter is quite complicated. Its difficult to explain in a few words. Ill explain in detail tomorrow or the day after tomorrow when Im free. In short, be mentally prepared.

How complicated can it be? Lumian muttered. He bade Franca farewell and commenced his journey toward Rue Anarchie.

Upon reaching Room 207 at Auberge du Coq Dor, despite having already deciphered the issue with Aurores grimoires and no longer needing to delve into them, Lumians habits dictated that he retrieve the copies and skim through their contents, his thoughts wandering amidst the scattered pages.

Approaching midnight, a stirring within Lumians heart drew his gaze toward the carbide lamp.

The light it emitted bore a dark green hue.

The doll messenger, clad in a light-gold dress, suddenly materialized. It glared coldly at Lumian, as if striving to contain its emotions.

With twin thuds, a pair of iron-black boxing gloves, adorned with multiple short thorns, landed soundlessly on the table. The impact carried a resonance more akin to wood meeting wood than metal striking wood.

Simultaneously, a folded sheet of paper drifted toward Lumian.

Thank you. Although the doll messenger quickly vanished, Lumian still expressed his grat.i.tude politely.

He refrained from touching the boxing gloves for now, opting to unfold the piece of paper and peruse the contents of Madam Magicians message.

The Shadow Branch and the Lucky One Beyonder characteristic have been made into a mystical item.

How does it fare? Has its form been modified, rendering it more convenient for transport? This is a masterpiece forged by a master.

It remains nameless for now. With common words, you could dub it the Lucky Shadow Boxing Glove. For a touch of panache, Flog could be a stylish choice. The name is yours to determine.

Any target struck by this glove, regardless of creating injuries, whether they defend with a weapon or not, will undergo a surge of desire or emotion. The specific emotion hinges on your luck. Yet, with the presence of Lucky One, you can envision or simulate the corresponding desires and emotions ahead of time, guiding the targets reaction. The success rate stands impressively higharound 70 to 80%.

Following the trigger of a targets desires or emotions, a second strike wont engender new feelings. Instead, theres a likelihood of causing the pre-existing desires or emotions to erupt. This unleashes an overwhelming tidal wave on most targets, inflicting significant harm, even rendering them temporarily incapacitated.

While the likelihood of invoking desire or emotion with each hit isnt substantial, repet.i.tive blows will eventually yield the desired outcomeunless you are cursed with bad luck that counteracts the influence of Lucky One.

However, the gloves most exceptional facet isnt its offensive potential, but its defensive capabilities. It possesses unparalleled st.u.r.diness, capable of withstanding an a.s.sault from a Reaper without incurring any damage. (Note: Reaper refers to Sequence 5 of the Hunter pathway.) Naturally, this hinges on the attack squarely targeting the glove. In such a scenario, theres even a possibility of taking a strike infused with G.o.dhood, at the expense of shattering or fracturing the glove. This probably places the glove at Sequence 4.

On the downside, carrying the glove will erode your self-control, intensifying the oscillations of various desires and emotions. Withstanding this requires exceptional endurance. Moreover, while donning the glove, you will attract the attention of a hidden ent.i.ty since it originated from the Tree of Shadow. While They cannot directly harm you for various reasons, They can summon dangerous ent.i.ties to your vicinity, influencing or attacking you.

Hence, each use of the boxing gloves should be accompanied by a change of location, and their usage should not be for extended periods. Failure to adhere to these guidelines may attract hidden dangers. However, should you maintain your composure and endure one or two attacks, the world will expel those dangerous ent.i.ties who cant truly descend here.

Ah, one last detailyour two Psychiatrists request a final follow-up consultation at the usual time tomorrow afternoon.