The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 2130

Chapter 2130: Sebastian’s Intelligence

Sebastian stated that while he wasn’t present at the scene and lacked sufficient information or reliable police case files, preventing him from making deductions that could mislead them, he had thoroughly investigated the case that led to the birth of Despair Double Sound.

The case of the craftsman who sacrificed his two daughters was notorious, a famous cold case with the murderer still at large. The subsequent Police Station Annihilation Incident only fueled widespread rumors.

According to Sebastian’s letter, this case was common knowledge among detectives and the police force, practically a mandatory study for newcomers, albeit as negative examples, particularly concerning what to be mindful of when pursuing cultists.

Sebastian had not only reviewed the circulating case files but also leveraged his connections within the police department to access more classified investigative reports. A crucial aspect was understanding what god the craftsman had believed in to commit such a heinous act.

The cult books, nonsensical diaries, and scribbled notes and drawings seized from the craftsman’s home were all classified as Level 1 contraband and destroyed, with no evidence preserved. This underscored the extreme danger of such information.

Only some police deductions and records remained, from which it could be inferred why the craftsman had cruelly murdered and blood-sacrificed his two daughters.

The evil god he worshipped was a taboothroughout history. It had no church, not even a small sect or primitive belief system, because anyone who believed in it either went mad or became an idiot, their bodies subsequently mutating violently into a mass of flesh covered in various organs.

However, in the records of ancient churches dedicated to other Outer Gods, this Outer God was documented within their genealogies, holding a position generally at the apex of the Outer God hierarchy.

Yet, even these long-established Outer God churches kept their distance, mentioning it only in necessary documentation and rarely speaking of it elsewhere.

The name of this Outer God was itself a taboo. Cults worshipping these Outer Gods would not record its name, only referring to it by its titles, such as the Blind Idiot God, the Primordial Core of Chaos, the Chief of Demon Gods, and the Lord of All Things.

Historically, there had never been any large-scale worship of this Outer God, nor any systematic rituals or divine spells. It was only known within small circles, passed between individuals through letters and notes. Countless individuals who attempted to grasp the divine power of the foremost Outer God had all gone mad.

Sebastian advised extreme caution if they were to investigate or make contact. Despair Double Sound had undoubtedly originated from an unknown ritual involving this Blind Idiot God, possibly imbued with a portion of its Outer God power, which might explain their formidable strength.

Furthermore, Sebastian’s deductions from the case files suggested that the culprit craftsman had not died. He had likely gone mad and escaped. Although the police found many traces he left behind, they were unable to capture him, and he subsequently vanished as if from thin air, leaving no subsequent trace.

Over two hundred years had passed since the incident. Based on normal lifespans, he would have died long ago in an unknown place, making it nearly impossible to search for him now. Only the music boxes he created continued to wreak havoc upon the human realm.

Finally, Sebastian reiterated his warning for them to proceed with utmost caution, emphasizing the unusual nature of this matter. He also stressed that the letter should be burned immediately after reading to prevent the information from spreading, as even the details about the Blind Idiot God written within it could potentially cause disaster.

Upon finishing the letter, I immediately threw it into the fireplace. Older Brother Jayad, finding it insufficient, added a stream of platinum-colored Holy Fire, which enveloped the letter and quickly reduced it to ashes.

However, at that moment, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the nearly incinerated letter. This bizarre aura was identical to the one we had felt from the corpse within the pillar.

“Be careful!” Lorna stood up, and simultaneously, the Sister Nuns unleashed a beam of Holy Light, illuminating the fireplace as if it had a powerful spotlight. The mad and twisted aura, after a brief resistance, dissipated.

“Even a few veiled mentions can exude a trace of divine power. Outer Gods are truly dangerous,” Bailing Ding sighed. I, however, felt no surprise, having long known that titles could summon divine power.

Indeed, invoking titles too frequently could solidify into a ritual, summoning different kinds of power, ultimately forming an independent deity. For instance, Lord of Murder and King of Destruction both refer to Baal, but the nature of the divine power they yielded was significantly different, eventually bifurcating into two distinct sects.

In my understanding, divine power was like unfiltered soy milk, and invocation was like different utensils. Using a sieve would yield soy dregs, while a ladle would scoop up the soy milk.

Actual divine power was far more complex. Baal’s power was akin to a chaotic stew; believers had to specify what food they desired from the god. This analogy had a distinct Gluttony Believer flavor.

The divine power of the Blind Idiot God, however, was comparable to a pot of poisonous mushrooms stewed together. No matter how one consumed it, death was certain. Yet, some people, defying common sense, insisted on eating it. Their deaths were now a given, and they had left poisonous mushrooms in the world, their toxicity spreading boundlessly.

Sebastian was not a religious expert, especially concerning such taboo evil gods, and knew almost nothing. The little intelligence he possessed came entirely from police investigation files, and he could not provide us with more specific information.

Therefore, if we wanted to understand, we would need to seek intelligence from other channels. The first places that came to my mind were two: one was the Infinite Obelisk Research Society, which I was currently infiltrating and which emphasized the inheritance of knowledge; the other was the Brotherhood of the Yellow King, which Older Brother Jayad was busy with, as it was rumored that the Old Days Rulers and Outer Gods had a complex and tangled relationship.

“I can go ask those Yellow King believers. I seem to recall they possess knowledge of Outer Gods and have even made contact with certain Outer God churches,” Older Brother Jayad also thought of it.

“Alright, I’ll find a way too. And, I may need to investigate Kaifuk’s past. We can’t rely solely on the police; their efficiency is too slow. Night Bird, I’ll have to trouble you again. This time, I’ll need you to deliver two letters,” I said, leaning over my desk to write.

The first letter was addressed to Sebastian, requesting him to investigate the craftsman’s whereabouts. Though the probability was slim, I still held a sliver of hope, perhaps to find the body.

The second letter was for Little Elaine, who remained in the Kingdom of Aragon and was currently residing in Valencia.