Chapter 727
Starographer Fenrir
Alistair’s mind was filled with distracting thoughts.
She was too busy contemplating these matters to continue frightening Prince Xiardo.
Xiardo, for his part, showed no other reaction, simply looking ahead on his own.
Soon, the driver delivered them to a manor outside the city.
Strictly speaking, this was outside the boundaries of Leipzig, the City of Knowledge.
“Your Highness, don’t you have a residence within Leipzig?”
Alistair propped herself up on the back of the front seat and muttered, “Prince Xiardo, inviting two girls you’ve just met to such a remote place… isn’t that rather impolite?”
However, as she said this, she felt no apprehension.
After all, neither Alistair nor Selene were damsels in distress.
Selene’s current demeanor was merely a disguise; she could instantly transform into a flesh-devouring demon wolf. Alistair was even more formidable. Apart from not possessing her true form, she essentially had all of Eivass’s combat capabilities. Even the Red Phase would be unable to confront her head-on at this time. Moreover, as a Child of the Moon, her racial attributes would undoubtedly far surpass those of ordinary humans.
If anyone harbored ill intentions towards her, they would be the ones to suffer, not herself.
However, Prince Xiardo merely shook his head.
Without rushing to exit the car, he turned back and addressed Alistair sternly, “Miss Alistair, are you still feeling unwell?”
“…What?”
Alistair faltered, several possibilities surfacing in her mind.
But she didn’t respond directly, instead subtly questioning, “What is it you mean by unwell?”
“I mean, that feeling of your throat being unusually dry, a desire to tear apart and devour something.”
Prince Xiardo asked seriously, “Do you still feel it now?”
Hearing this, Alistair immediately understood.
…Indeed, the hunger she felt earlier at the White Dove Opera House and the murderous intent that arose on the road were not without cause.
“Ha? Someone dared to make a move against me?”
She felt a joy that came from the very depths of her being. She leaned back in her seat, covered her face with her left hand, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was like finally encountering a monster hunt after running errands for a long time.
Baeyad’s already low and hoarse laughter now revealed a hint of madness, “Was it… the White Dove Opera House? Or those two Bunny Girls?”
“This is not a conspiracy directed at you, but a problem that all of Leipzig is facing…”
Prince Xiardo said this, removed his tortoiseshell glasses, and placed them in a case on his chest. He then switched to a plain pair of black-rimmed spectacles.
He placed the glasses case in a small compartment in front of the passenger seat, then opened the car door from his side and walked around to open Alistair’s door.
He lowered his head and said to Alistair, “There are many in Leipzig who share your doubts, and many suspect the White Dove Opera House. However, after my investigation, I can rule out the opera house itself as the source of the problem.”
“Oh?”
Alistair, intrigued, looked at Prince Xiardo, “Then why… did you bring me here? You don’t even know my name.”
“—Actually, it was a prophecy.”
The middle-aged driver, who had been driving, suddenly spoke up.
“It was my prophecy—after His Highness’s work today is finished, bring back the person who was talking with Manager Wahl… You will be the key to breaking this deadlock.”
He turned back and opened the visor of his mask, which was covered in lenses.
𝖘𝖙𝖔55.𝖈𝖔𝖒
—Within, his eyes had no whites.
In those two green, jewel-like eyes, all the stars were strung together by white lines.
“Astrologer?”
Alistair countered, “No, with that characteristic…
“—You are a Starographer?”
This was the advancement profession for an astrologer who reached the Fourth Tier.
“Everything is predetermined, just as I saw you would come to Leipzig; and just as I saw you would converse with Manager Wahl…”
Mr. Fenrir, as Prince Xiardo called him, said, “I just didn’t expect His Highness to bring an extra person back…”
He reattached his mask with a click and said sternly, “This is not a place for conversation, let’s talk inside.”
Prince Xiardo soon led the two to his reception room.
While Fenrir went to retrieve “convincing data and evidence,” he first explained why he had appeared at the White Dove Opera House.
However, this reason sounded somewhat absurd to Alistair’s ears.
“…You’re saying your job is to routinely treat those bloodkin?”
Alistair scoffed, “You should know what the White Dove Opera House does, Your Highness? The personal physician for ‘one-time girls’ at an entertainment establishment being the prince of the country… Isn’t that an overqualified position?”
Although there were no similar establishments on Glass Island, other places in Avalon had plenty.
Such establishments required a healer who could keep secrets, endure unsanitary conditions and mental shock… and occasionally participate in utterly dark dealings such as disposing of bodies and organ trafficking. After all, the girls requiring treatment in such places could suffer from gynecological diseases, physical dismemberment, or mental instability.
No matter how powerful the backing of the White Dove Opera House, it was impossible to find Prince Xiardo for such a task.
“This is not something the White Dove Opera House hired me to do; I volunteered,”
Xiardo said calmly, “Because my glasses, they are a treasure of Star Antinomy. They can see through much illusion…
“Just as I can see your true outward age… much younger than you appear now. I advised you not to come here, not entirely because of Mr. Fenrir’s suggestion—in my opinion, you shouldn’t be in a place like this.”
Hearing this, Alistair looked at him with some surprise.
Although it was merely the outermost layer of her disguise, this illusion was a blessing from the Twin Mirror!
Alistair, with a keen interest, took out a small makeup mirror and swapped herself with the “true” Alistair in the reflection.
Prince Xiardo showed no reaction as the mature lady wearing glasses suddenly transformed into a young girl.
“Say, kid,” Alistair laughed, “you know I’m a Child of the Moon, right? So you should also know… that the outward age of a Child of the Moon has absolutely no relation to their true age, right?”
“I know,” Xiardo nodded slightly. “In fact, I’m not trying to stop ‘you’.
“—What I lament is the girl reflected in my eyes. She is still so young…
“…Before she became you, wasn’t she still a minor?”
This Prince harbored an undisguised, faint animosity towards Children of the Moon!
(End of Chapter)
