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Chapter 889: Chapter 263 Miss Aleister’s Triple Identity

Honey Badger’s brow furrowed tightly.

She knew naturally what Aiwass meant. Putting aside the details, this technique was also often used by Hawkeye; it wasn’t particularly sophisticated or dark.

But… from where did His Holiness procure such a spy?

A Son of the Moon who completely betrays his own kind? Could such a person truly exist?

Honey Badger scrutinized the little girl, only to feel a chill run down her spine—

The girl was like an abyss, quietly absorbing all the light around her. A sort of pure, terrifying malevolence nearly pricked the depths of her pupils.

At that moment, the crow perched on the girl’s shoulder suddenly turned its head, its ruby-like eyes locking with Honey Badger’s.

Honey Badger almost exploded with fur standing on end—a strong sense of fear and murderous intent seized her heart. An overwhelming force numbed her body, almost instinctively driving her into the shadows…

Yet, what frightened her more was that her own shadow, which she had tamed and could always morph into a portal to another world—a shadow that could freely transition between solid and liquid—seemed to have been solidified by those crimson eyes!

She had truly been unable to suppress her inner fear and had already used Shadow Stealth—but her shadow had rejected her!

The last time she felt such a spine-tingling threat was when facing a Perfect Human!

—No, not even the Perfect Human was like that crow! Not even close!

Even though the Perfect Human carried an aura as terrifying as a dragon, she knew immediately upon engagement that he had no experience.

However, this combination of the little girl and the crow was just the opposite—looking ordinary, but the more she observed, the more unfathomable it became.

A feeling of defeat emerged in Honey Badger’s mind:

Does such a monster truly need her protection?

Despite being a Fifth Power Level Assassin Master who, disregarding the Holy Nation’s Prohibition, could even assassinate monarchs of other countries, she now doubted her abilities—if her colleagues from Hawkeye knew, they would probably think she was dreaming.

When Honey Badger’s hostility and scrutiny dissolved into fear, she saw the girl lift her head and reveal a sweet smile.

Honey Badger’s heart tightened—she realized that her thoughts were almost completely unguarded in the eyes of the other.

…Can the Sons of the Moon read minds?

“How should I address… you?”

Honey Badger’s throat bobbed as she asked cautiously with a slightly hoarse voice.

Although using honorifics for a Son of the Moon contradicted her principles, since they now served the same master, “principles” could be somewhat adaptable.

“—Aleister Crowley.”

At that moment, the girl spoke a name that made Honey Badger widen her eyes.

Honey Badger instinctively looked at Aiwass.

Although Aiwass might not know, in the Iris… Aiwass’s tidbits of information had long been compiled into various stories by dramatists.

Plays that the Avalonians dared not perform, the Irisflower People did without fear—just tales about the Minister of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures, the prime minister in power! They dared to mock monarchs of other countries, even their own; there was nothing they wouldn’t write about!

Among the various stories about this young minister, there was always a romantically ambiguous lover… now as renowned as Isabel, the current Queen of Avalon.

—That was none other than the ever-loyal and mysterious “Miss Aleister” just like Aiwass’s other half!

Some said Miss Aleister was a demon native to Avalon; others said she was an ageless Son of the Moon, a wealthy magnate who survived from the Imperial Era; some said Miss Aleister was a widow in a black dress, with flames of Hell burning on her being; while others believed she was a young noblewoman from Stibnite, or even a spy enchanted by Aiwass’s charm and betrayed…

No matter which identity, there can always be some exceptions found—even the “third daughter of the Crowley Family” acknowledged by the Stibnite, who contracted with the Shadow Demon as a Demon Scholar… The Honey Badger did not fully believe it. Or rather, she didn’t believe it at all.

This was the necessary common knowledge for her as a Transcendent walking in the darkness: a person who joined the First Army Special Forces could not possibly have such a complete record externally. It was even less likely for it to specifically mention “General Leo Karl of the Karl Family was her mentor”.

If this was truly accidentally leaked information, then her mentor should have at least five or six possibilities. Similarly, the Crowley Family who shared her surname, as well as their cousins and relatives, even commoners and foreigners with the surname Crowley, would all be considered; it was impossible to clearly write that this was the “current family head’s third daughter”.

The information was too complete, too real, that the Honey Badger felt it was fake at first glance.

Now, she was seeing this “Miss Aleister” for the first time.

She immediately knew—all those rumors were false.

The only thing that could give her such a sense of oppression was the Sixth Power Level… and the only beings that could change forms at will and still have such an evil aura were the Sixth Level Demons. However, at the same time, Miss Aleister herself posed no threat at all… which suggests that her true form was at most Fourth Level.

A Fourth Level Demon Scholar, yet capable of taming a Sixth Level Demon. There was only one explanation.

— “Miss Aleister” must be a deity or an Angel Envoy who descended from the Dream Realm!

Only They, while still weak, could obtain the complete loyalty of the world’s top-level Transcendents or Phantom Demons for protection!

The Honey Badger vaguely remembered… the Dream Realm intelligence they had bought from the black market recently mentioned that several envoys of the Path of Love had been missing for many years and might have reincarnated.

One of them could possibly be this Miss Aleister, who is the Son of the Moon!

Watching the Honey Badger’s somewhat fearful and cautious gaze, Aleister suddenly laughed out loud: “Of course, this is my real name…

“Besides this, I have some other identities. For example…”

As she spoke, a wave of black mist rose from below, enveloping her entire body.

The next moment, she transformed into Aiwass.

However, unlike the holy and pure Pope beside her… perhaps because her pupils flickered with the crimson light of the Path, the Aiwass she transformed into always had an unavoidable arrogance and sinister air.

“…Aiwass’s substitute.”

“Aiwass” spoke in the exact tone and manner as the real Aiwass, gentle and refined: “And…”

As the black mist surged again, she transformed into another figure.

A figure the Honey Badger had once seen in a newspaper in Avalon when gathering intelligence—

She was dressed in a dark red, extremely ornate style long dress from the era of the Helasal Empire, a dignified mature woman.

Her stiff straight hair cascaded down to her waist, and she wore glasses. The eyes behind the glasses were emerald green, giving off a chilly aura.

Hanging on her chest was a Black Crystal Cross, beneath which were stockings made of Elven Silk with a black lustrous cotton texture. Written vertically on the stockings in silver alchemical script were two profound maxims:

“The Sun as father, the Moon as mother.”

“Conceived by the wind, nurtured by the earth.”

“This identity of mine… is called Beyard.”

The woman took off her glasses, her hair cascading down like satin.

And her pupils were already filled with the power of the Son of the Moon, turning into a dark red color akin to venous blood or red wine.

“—Baroness Vinesse Emile Zola Beyard. In Stibnite times, I will mainly operate under this identity. And the other person I want you to bring, I’ll take you to meet in a moment.

“We will take a ship to Leipzig, the City of Knowledge—our tickets have already been booked, we leave tonight.”

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