12 O’Clock Marionette

I don’t get it.

Seriously, why is this old woman so persistent?

Is there some kind of family motto engraved into White Desert’s blood that says, "Always make the other person uncomfortable"?

I greeted her reluctantly.

Whether it showed on my face or not, Nigellia caught on instantly.

“You must understand, once something piques my interest, I cannot look away until it is resolved.”

“Oh… right.”

“That’s why I handled all the research for the sect as well.”

Ah, something I really didn’t care to know.

Or wait, is this important? Maybe she’ll spill more about the sect if I let her talk?

I kept quiet, waiting, but Nigellia didn’t say another word.

Shouldn’t enemies have looser lips? This is just dull.@@novelbin@@

“So, what’s the test this time? Identifying ancient sects by their divine energy?”

“This will be much simpler than before,” she said. “You’ve spoken with Cruello, haven’t you?”

She motioned with her chin for me to sit. Only then did I realize I was still standing.

I quickly sat down on the sofa.

Nigellia wasted no time either.

“Do you understand why I told you to donate to the temple?”

“That’s… wait, this is the test?”

She nodded without hesitation.

Wow, she didn’t even bother to dress it up.

Well, I had no complaints about an easy question.

I already had a good idea of the answer, so I spoke without delay.