In the darkness of Springs, a beam of moonlight slanted across the ground, just separating Ronald and Laleye into two different worlds.
Staring at the Entrod spy in front of him.
Ronald knew that the other party wouldn’t be making baseless claims.
The information once held by Heloise and the capabilities the other party had demonstrated made it totally feasible to collect and understand himself.
Facing soone like this, stubbornly resisting would bring no benefits or change. It was better to be realistic now.
"..."
"How much do you know, and when did you confirm it?"
Ronald was silent for a long ti before speaking again, during which gunfire within the factory even erupted more than once.
Laleye, hearing Ronald’s inquiry, also quickly realized sothing.
With a genuine smile, Laleye even bowed to Ronald before he spoke:
"This has to start with Heloise’s mission logs."
"A young man, practically ignorant of the mystical side, being a descendant of Adler, that part is not a problem. But obtaining one to, two tos, then a third to, and still being able to break spells with such calm..."
"Having observed your strength from the beginning, it was natural to spot the issue."
"The beginning, huh..." Ronald lowered his eyes.
Laleye was right. From the first night after his crossing until his entry into Berenweich, the events he had shared with Heloise had proven there was an issue.
If ti could be reversed, he would certainly choose to conceal his abilities.
Fortunately, Ronald, though he knew little about this world, his later caution proved useful.
The problem of early exposure besides Heloise.
No one else knows...
Wait, perhaps Mil could be counted?
After all, in Black Mountain and Berenweich, this guy was also a very noticeable mber.
Ronald lowered his head in thought, while Laleye began to push the conversation forward:
"So Mr. Ronald, could you possibly do this small favor?"
"I can assure you with my country’s honor that after this matter, I will seal any secrets about your powers, and no third parties in the world will know about your abilities."
At this mont, Laleye’s smile was sowhat composed.
He had shown a considerably friendly attitude; if Ronald were soone who could analyze things normally, he wouldn’t possibly refuse the invitation.
"..."
Amid the silence, Ronald lifted his head, his expression still unchanged:
"I have matters to attend to in Springs and cannot leave too far before then."
"Can’t leave too far, huh..." Hearing Ronald’s response, Laleye’s eyes shifted as he continued to ask, "The matters you need to handle... the ’Nine Commandnts’ secrets or Mil?"
"Or should we possibly postpone the ti slightly?"
"After Harvest Day?"
"..."
Laleye, that guy, really had tid things to the point Ronald cared most about.
Ronald had no doubt about the man in front of him and his connections with the sorcerers of the cult. His plans now for Harvest Day were also known to Laleye.
Keeping his expression, Ronald nodded:
"Of course, after Harvest Day is no problem."
"But we cannot see the outco at that ti. If Harvest Day truly brings significant changes to this world..."
Following Ronald’s line, Laleye replied:
"If there is indeed an unpredictable change, I certainly won’t make it difficult for anyone."
"..."
Ronald carefully observed Laleye’s expression.
Although the power of "Fury" could not sense the spy’s emotions, the composure in the man’s eyes when answering his questions was unmistakable.
Quickly, a bold conjecture surfaced in his mind.
"Being so confident in your response, have you used a Prophetic Spell to peer into the future?"
Hearing Ronald’s counter-question, Laleye’s smile grew even deeper.
He candidly nodded and admitted:
"Even if we can’t fully understand it, the most basic attempt is necessary."
"In our dostic experints, although the results vary widely, there is one aspect about future changes that absolutely won’t shift."
National powers? The grand sche of the mystical side? Or even the entire world’s future?
Watching Laleye’s confident and open manner, Ronald curiously raised his hand:
"What won’t shift?"
Laleye imdiately responded:
"No matter what—the powers from the to can still be used."
"..."
Facing such an answer, Ronald did not show any surprise.
Standing opposite Laleye, his expression was even sowhat disappointed.
Laleye caught this expression.
Then, out of respect for the owner of the to, he promptly asked:
"Mr. Ronald, do you have any questions regarding this?"
"While not on the scale of Grid, Entrod’s spells have also been proven through extensive experints. There’s no need to doubt the results of the prophecy."
"I’m not doubting the reliability of the prophecy," Ronald shook his head and straightforwardly told Laleye, "I just feel like many people don’t seem to realize the crucial point of this matter."
The smile faded from Laleye’s face:
"Mr. Ronald, you an...?"
Ronald explained:
"The to is ultimately a matter of the mystical side. If all spells really beco ineffective in the future, then the to will naturally lose its mystique. A future predicted by sothing that might disappear—does it really hold such strong credibility?"
"..."
Laleye did not answer Ronald’s question.
He just lowered his head in thought for a few seconds, then pointed at the nearby factory:
"It looks like the fighting inside is almost over. We should talk sowhere else."
At this mont, about five seconds had passed since the last gunshot was heard from inside the factory. Ronald could even hear people inside ntioning ’wood,’ ’spell,’ ’investigation,’ and similar words.
The three investigators who had entered the factory, though injured, had still managed to handle the situation inside.
It involved key clues about Mil’s whereabouts, sothing Ronald was completely not planning to miss. Even if Laleye didn’t want to engage with the Bureau’s people, he at least wanted to look around the area.
Thus, Ronald began to explain:
"I plan to..."
He had just begun to voice his refusal when Laleye raised his finger to his lips in front of Ronald, signaling him to be silent.
At this mont, a cloud conveniently passed over, hiding the moonlight.
Both n stood under the complete darkness of the night.
With a smile, Laleye whispered in a low tone:
"Mr. Ronald, those puppets really aren’t worth studying."
"To show my sincerity, I could first take you to Mil. What do you think?"
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