Hearing this, Ronald was montarily stunned.
He imdiately realized the true identity of the other person and understood what he had encountered. A few seconds after their figures passed each other, he pretended to check the surroundings and turned his head to look back.
However, in just those few seconds.
The man’s figure had already disappeared into the crowd of the gift shop, unable to be found again.
It was at that mont that Heloise gripped Ronald’s hand tightly.
"Ronald, Eileen is still looking at us from behind, should we buy her a gift too?"
Ronald caught the implication in Heloise’s words and took down an earthling musical instrunt from the shelf, "It’s enough to buy you one. It’s getting late today, let’s go ho early."
"Okay..."
The two tacitly pretended to wrap up their shopping trip as usual and left the gift shop without wasting any more ti.
After that, as usual, Ronald and Heloise returned to their apartnt in the riverside district, laughing and talking. Eileen, who was providing ’protection’, followed them to the sa residential area before disappearing alone at the street corner.
Upon returning to the apartnt and entering the house, Ronald took off his coat and placed the Sword of Saint Catherine on the table.
Heloise glanced around and then with a bang, closed the room door.
After the door clicked shut.
The expressions of the two inside the room changed, and the previously relaxed atmosphere vanished.
"Ronald, that person just now was..."
"It must have been that guy, no doubt."
Receiving an answer from Ronald, Heloise crossed her arms and sat down on the sofa in the living room, with a noticeably unhappy look on her face.
"Bold of him to show up, that persistent wretch!"
"I don’t believe he can’t guess that the Queen would check the traces he left behind; isn’t this just roasting you, Ronald, over the fire? I say, we might as well go out and shout, call Eileen over, and let this guy have a ’casual chat’ with the Investigation Bureau!"
Watching Heloise, who was fuming with anger.
Ronald understood that the young girl in front of him was truly worried about him, so he sat down beside her.
"Alright, Heloise, as things stand, there’s not much we can do about it."
"Let Her Majesty the Queen stay on her high throne, after all, considering our actual situation, it’s a great opportunity to get any intelligence."
"..."
Listening to Ronald’s advice, Heloise expressed her acceptance with a cold snort.
As a spy, how could she not understand the importance of intelligence?
To obtain so important information, she wouldn’t hesitate to deal with cult magicians, even if it ant risking her life.
And Ronald was right.
Though they were seemingly powerful Origin Holders that no one could ignore, their actual situation was much more serious. Taking Heloise herself as an example, if her past identity was ever exposed, unless Ronald could stage an act of family betrayal, the two of them would have no choice but to beco wanted criminals and escape together.
And as for Ronald himself...
Wait a second?
At this thought, Heloise raised an eyebrow.
From their past encounters, she certainly knew her man wasn’t a simple character, but if you delved deeper, Ronald didn’t seem to have any direct conflicts with the royal family or the Investigation Bureau!
So, Ronald’s words just then, especially "our situation," were thought-provoking. Even more so when considering his unfamiliarity with common knowledge during their ti together...
At this point, Heloise couldn’t help but ask:
"Ronald, apart from what I know... you don’t have so other dreadful identity, do you? Like a synthetic human from a secret research institution, cultivated and then accidentally taking over soone’s identity or sothing?"
Ronald had no idea how quickly Heloise’s thoughts had diverged.
In just a few sentences, she had sohow deduced the situation to this extent.
Though the term "composite person" was a bit far-fetched, in so sense, she had indeed grasped this almost imperceptible information.
For soone whose relationship had progressed to this stage, Ronald didn’t mind revealing his true identity. However, he needed to think carefully about how to properly explain his transmigrator status to Heloise.
It was in this mont of hesitation
that Heloise seed to misunderstand Ronald’s intention.
The next second, the girl lightly turned her body and then lay down on Ronald’s thigh beside her. Using the gentlest posture that best displayed her figure, she then showed off her exquisite profile and said with a tone almost coquettish, "If it’s inconvenient to say, forget it, you know how much I love to fantasize, don’t mind ."
Ronald went along with it, lifting his hand and caressing her hair.
His fingertips gently soothed down the girl’s fair cheek.
"Actually, it’s not that it’s inconvenient to say."
"It’s just that this matter is so bizarre, I’m not quite certain about the best way to express it."
Heloise gently rubbed her cheek and found a comfortable position,
"Is that so..."
"..."
Pata-pata—
The harmonious atmosphere couldn’t be maintained.
In just a few breaths, the two, perceptive as they were, detected footsteps from outside on the street. The other party was advancing at a steady pace, heading straight for the apartnt where Ronald and she resided.
The night had fallen, and all the apartnt’s residents were staying inside.
The ’visitor’ at this ti could only be the one who had just greeted them.
"Sigh..."
Ronald shook his head slightly, anwhile conjuring the black mist of Hell around his hand, and then raised his hand to draw over the Sword of Saint Catherine from the table.
Heloise imdiately stood up and straightened her clothing.
She turned and went into the bathroom, filling a pot with tap water to place on the table.
While both of them were making their preparations, the footsteps continued to approach, even reaching the courtyard and stepping onto the apartnt’s spiral staircase.
If Ronald rembered correctly,
the apartnt’s guard should be in the courtyard, and the main door should also have been locked.
But now, not only could he not hear the guard’s questioning, there was also no sound of the main door opening as there should have been. The owner of these footsteps seed to ignore everything around, arriving at the front door without disturbing anyone.
Faced with this eerie situation, Heloise walked up to the door openly and then reminded Ronald,
"This little trick is probably to add so montum for himself."
"Don’t worry about it..."
Hardly had Heloise finished speaking when a polite and rhythmic trio of knocks sounded at the front door.
Bang bang bang—
Following that, the elegant and composed male voice erged,
"Mr. Ronald, I’ve co at your invitation, may I co in?"
"..."
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