The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 688: I know life is full of surprises, but I hope they came in queue

Chapter 688: I know life is full of surprises, but I hope they came in queue

It took me a while to calm down, and I felt like I was shrieking a little bit. Thankfully, it wasn’t a communication orb, so this Sagan person couldn’t hear my undignified noises. As I was busy fanning myself, a reply came.

’I’m not sure about the exact location because it’s in a code,’ it was quite a long text this time. ’But the diagram is clear enough.’

A code. I wondered what it was. Oh, I hoped it was something Aunt Nezja would know--maybe the Society’s code or something? Could Eruha or Lesta decode it if we got this diary? But oh--we really didn’t have much time! And what if it was nothing in the end? Oh, my mind was in a mess--this was why I needed Natha by my side!

’You can do whatever you want with it,’ the text came and Aunt Nezja patted my arm so I could pay attention again. ’Just stop these heretics plan.’

Heretics...

Wow. I didn’t think people on the church’s side would ever call themselves ’heretics’ even if it was to trick someone. At most, they would say ’son of bitches’ or ’assholes’--I don’t know, maybe because ’heretics’ was too close to home?

So, I had a high hope that this Sagan guy was genuine. I felt like there was no need for him to bait us with the Grand Church’s floor plan or the portal’s connection. Well...unless they somehow knew our plan and interest in that exact information. But if he knew about that, we had a whole different problem to think about, because that would mean there was a traitor in our midst.

At this stage, I truly hope there was no such thing plaguing our side.

On the other hand, there was a possibility that he wanted to lure us into the Holy Empire through this portal, or ambush us in the safe house.

In that case, well...what did it matter? As long as we could get some kind of clue, it was precious. We could just check the place while considering an ambush, and I was pretty confident about the shapeshifters’ escaping ability.

But truly...I truly hope he was telling the truth. Because I wanted this to be real. Because I wanted there to be more humans who realized that the church was no longer the Goddess’s people. Because I wanted more humans to have an open mind to communicate with other races without the contaminated teaching of those heretics clouding their minds.

And for Aunt Nezja’s sake...

Please, please be genuine.

Aunt Nezja frowned slightly and wrote on the stone again. What plan?

’They are calling the Hero to the Holy Empire,’ the first line came and our brows raised. ’Whatever their plan is, it can’t be good,’ the next line came quickly--this guy was fast. ’I know they hate everything coming from the Goddess.’

I exchanged glances with Aunt Nezja. I couldn’t lie--this guy sounded more convincing by the minute. If it was the old me, I would have already trusted him without casting any doubt.

Thankfully, I had grown up a little bit, and Aunt Nezja was even more cautious than Natha.

Why don’t you do it yourself? She wrote. It’s easier for you, who are in the human realm.

Right. I wondered if he had been trying to write on the stone ever since he found the diary. Or...had he been watching the stone ever since, hoping there was some kind of response? Why did he think we--or rather, Aunt Nezja--could do it better than someone in the proximity of the church?

’I don’t have much power,’ the reply came quickly, but the next line did not come until a minute later, as if he needed time to contemplate. ’This house is the only thing left of our family.’

Oh. If his story was to be believed, could it be that he was a fallen noble? Perhaps the family’s power and wealth plummeted during Sangen’s time? Oh, I was so curious!

"What should we do, Aunt?" I asked in a whisper, although there was no way Sagan could hear it.

"If I have to be honest, I want to see this person," she replied. "I...want to see if the diary is real."

Yeah, I guess so. Whether or not it was real, we would only know after checking it ourselves anyway, so...

"Then...let’s send an agent," I decided. "We can send a shapeshifter. Even if it’s a trap, a shapeshifter should be able to run away."

"And if it’s not a trap?"

"We’ll give him the trans-realm communication orb so we can communicate with him better," I said.

"Yes, I think that would be the best," she nodded.

The agents should still have one or two lying around that we could give. From how he could write on the stone quickly, this Sagan guy seemed to have enough mana to activate the communication orb without using mana stones.

After we decided to accept the offer, Aunt Nezja proceeded. Where is the meeting place?

’Ronishda. Bear Stone near Jerra Waterfall,’ a reply came followed by another text around twenty seconds later. ’When can you get there?’

Aunt Nezja looked at me, but that wasn’t something I could answer on my own. So, I called the spy headquarters. "Sore?"

[Young Master]

"Jerra Waterfall in Ronishda. How fast can your people reach the place?"

There was a pause and a rustling sound--where I presumed they were checking the location--before the reply came. But it wasn’t a disappointing one. [We’ll be there in the morning. Dawn]

Oh? Was it not far from Vulken? Or did they have a method to just flee across the realm easily? Eh--that wasn’t important.

"That’s good," Aunt Nezja nodded. "If it’s a trap, they shouldn’t be able to set anything elaborate."

She then proceeded to write. Let’s meet at dawn

’That’s fast,’ a reply came, and we waited for almost a minute more. ’Very well.’

"That means he lived in that distance," Aunt Nezja tapped the table. "Perhaps in Ronishda."

"Sore, I need you to send someone to Jerra Waterfall," I relay the information to the shapeshifters. "The spot is the Bear Stone. There will be a man--or a package, a diary. Make sure you take that."

[Understood]

"If it’s a trap, just run away. If it’s not, give him one of our trans-realm orbs--but only after you are completely sure.•

[By your command]

After the communication orb dimmed, Aunt Nezja told Sagan that someone would meet him in that Bear Stone. All we had to do now was wait until a report tomorrow morning. It gave us a full night to digest this roller coaster of an event.

Who knew that talking about something nostalgic resulted in this kind of harvest?

Well...assuming it was the truth, of course.

"Anything can happen in life, huh?"

* * *

I thought I would be too excited to fall asleep that night, but after feeding my son--who woke up at midnight--I ended up sleeping soundly. In fact, I only woke up because of the vibration from the trans-realm communication orb.

Gasping, I grabbed the orb and ran down the stairs without even washing my face, looking for Aunt Nezja. Thankfully, she was already in the sitting room. If it wasn’t for the different day dress, I would have thought she had not moved from her seat since last night.

"Auntie! Auntie! They’re calling!"

I placed the communication orb on the table and activated it while managing my breath. "Sore?!"

[Ah, Young Master]

Ahem. I probably got too excited there. "How is it?"

[After reporting to Captain Heraz, I went there by myself and a few others. We arrived before dawn and spread out to watch the surroundings] Sore started the report. [There was no trap]

I turned to look at Aunt Nezja with widened eyes. That was good news, right?

"Did he come by himself?" Aunt Nezja asked.

[The person who came to the Bear Stone came alone. To make sure, we were waiting for around fifteen minutes before approaching] Sore continued. [He did not look restless and waiting patiently. During those fifteen minutes, we made inquiries in the information guild about his identity]

Oh, as expected of our agents!

[The man was called ’Sagan,’ a scholar magician from a fallen aristocratic house in Ronishda]

He was telling us the truth! And if he was a magician, it got easier to believe that he hated the church, as well as explained how he could have such a nice mana control to write those long texts so quickly on the stone. His neat handwriting was probably because he came from a noble house, right? Even if it was a fallen one.

At any rate, this was a piece of good news!

[We judge that he matched the identity of the person Young Master mentioned. I approached the man and mentioned Madam Nezja’s name. He handed a book wrapped in protective cloth, and we handed the communication orb]

"How did he react?"

[He looked intrigued, but did not say anything--merely took the orb behind his coat and returned. We told him that Madam Nezja would contact him after verifying the book’s content. We’ll be sending his information along with the package, Young Master]

Alright, alright--so far so good. "Did you check the content?"

[It seemed to be a diary, and there were several marked sections talking about the church. Also...] Sore paused here, which got me even more intrigued. [Some sections were written in demon letters]

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