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Chapter 913: Chapter 283: Astrologer Fenrir

Avalon was filled with myriad thoughts.

She was busy pondering all these matters and had no time to continue intimidating Prince Xiyaldo.

And Prince Xiyaldo showed no other reactions except looking forward on his own.

Soon, the driver delivered them to a mansion outside the city.

Strictly speaking, they were already outside the boundaries of Leipzig, the City of Knowledge.

“Your Highness, do you not have a residence in Leipzig?”

Avalon leaned on the front seat back and said in a low voice, “Prince Xiyaldo, isn’t it impolite to invite two girls you met for the first time to such a remote place?”

But that said, she did not feel any apprehension.

After all, neither Avalon nor Selene were vulnerable young ladies.

Selene’s current guise was just a facade, she could instantly transform into a demon wolf devouring flesh… And Avalon need not even mention. Except for lacking a physical body’s Advanced Divine Art, she essentially possessed all of Aiwass’s combat abilities, even the Red Chancellor could not confront her directly nowadays. Moreover, as a Son of the Moon, her racial attribute would inevitably surpass that of ordinary humans.

If there really were ill intentions against her, the ill-fated one would definitely be the other party, not herself.

However, Prince Xiyaldo simply shook his head.

He was not in a hurry to get out of the car, but turned around first and seriously said to Avalon, “Miss Aleister, are you still feeling uncomfortable?”

“? What?”

Avalon paused for a moment, various possibilities surfacing in her mind.

But she didn’t show it and instead asked indifferently, “What discomfort are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about – that feeling of an unusual thirst in your throat, wanting to tear apart and devour something.”

Prince Xiyaldo asked earnestly, “Do you still feel it now?”

Hearing this, Avalon suddenly understood.

…indeed, the hunger she felt in the White Dove Opera House and the murderous thoughts she had on the road weren’t unfounded.

“Ha? Someone dares to make a move on me?”

She felt a genuine sense of elation, she leaned back in the seat covering her face with one hand, unable to hold back her laughter. It was like coming across a monster-bashing quest after running around on many errands.

Beyard’s already somewhat deep and hoarse laugh also sounded a bit mad now: “Is it… the White Dove Opera House? Or those two Bunny Girls?”

“It is not a plot targeted at you, but a trouble encountered by the entirety of Leipzig…”

Prince Xiyaldo said this, taking off his tortoiseshell glasses and placing them in a box on his chest, switching them with an ordinary pair of black-framed glasses.

He put the box of glasses in a small compartment in front of the copilot’s seat, then pushed the door open, and went around to the other side to open the car door for Avalon.

He bowed his head and said to Avalon, “There are many others in Leipzig who share your suspicions, some also suspect the White Dove Opera House. But after my investigation, it has been determined that there is no issue with the opera house itself.”

“Oh?”

Avalon, intrigued, looked at Prince Xiyaldo: “Then why—why did you bring me here? You don’t even know my name.”

“—It was actually a prophecy.”

The middle-aged driver then suddenly spoke, “It was my prophecy – after finishing His Highness’s duties today, to bring back the one talking with Manager Val… You will be the key to unraveling this situation.”

He turned his head, lifting his visor filled with lenses.

—Only to reveal that in his eyes, there were no whites.

Those emerald, gemstone-like eyes were filled with stars linked by white lines.

“Astrologer?”

Avalon responded, “No, with this characteristic…

“—You are an Astrologer?”

This is a profession an Astrologer reaches upon advancing to the Fourth Level.

“Everything has been predetermined, just as I saw you coming to Leipzig; just as I saw you would talk with Manager Val…”

The driver Mr. Fenrir claimed by Prince Xiyaldo, stated.

He clicked his visor back on and spoke seriously, “This is not the place for discussion, let’s talk inside.”

Prince Xiyaldo quickly led the two to his reception room.

While Fenrir was retrieving “convincing data and evidence”, he explained why he had been at the White Dove Opera House.

But from Avalon’s perspective, this explanation seemed somewhat absurd.

“…You’re saying, your job is to treat those blood servants daily?”

Avalon sneered, “You should know what the White Dove Opera House is for, Your Highness? A prince being the designated doctor for ‘one-time girls’ in an entertainment venue… isn’t that too high-profile?”

Though there was no such venue on Glass Island, there were no few elsewhere in Avalon.

Indeed, such venues require a healer to maintain secrecy and endure unhygienic and psychological impacts… and occasionally get involved in utterly dark domains such as corpse destruction and organ trade. After all, the girls who needed treatment there could be suffering from gynecological diseases, limb disabilities, or psychological disorders.

Given how grand the backing of the White Dove Opera House was, there was no way they would employ Prince Xiyaldo for this task.

“It wasn’t the White Dove Opera House that asked me to do this; it was my own initiative.”

Prince Xiyaldo stated calmly, “Because my glasses, they are a treasure of Star Antimony. Able to see through many illusions…

“Just as I can see, your real outer age… appears much younger than it seems. I didn’t persuade you just because of Mr. Fenrir’s advice – in my view, you shouldn’t be in such a place.”

Hearing that, Avalon looked at him with a bit of surprise.

Although it was only the outermost layer of her vest… but this illusion was granted by the Gemini Mirror!

Avalon, intrigued, took out a small makeup mirror and swapped her real self with the “Avalon” in the mirror.

Watching the mature lady with glasses suddenly transform into a young girl, Prince Xiyaldo showed no reaction.

“I say, kid,” Avalon joked, “you should know I am the Son of the Moon, right? Then you should also know… that the apparent age of the Son of the Moon has nothing to do with the real age, right?”

“I know,” Prince Xiyaldo nodded slightly, “I am not really stopping ‘you’.

“—What I mourn for, is that girl. She was so young…

“Before she became ‘you’, was she just a child?”

These words of His Royal Highness contained unconcealed, slight animosity towards the Son of the Moon!

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