บท 484: Chapter 484: Amon: Found You
Chapter 484: Amon: Found You
The midday sun cast a warm, golden light, making people drowsy. Even the usual gray fog enveloping Backlund was much thinner at this moment.
Aisala curled up in Hastur's embrace, only half of the small dried fish in her mouth eaten. The hand that usually petted her head had stopped. She looked up to find her master with eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
"Meow?"
Aisala softly called out but received no response.
At this moment, Sharon emerged from the mirror and beckoned to Aisala. Aisala gently jumped down from Hastur's embrace, careful not to disturb her master's sleep.
"Meow."
Sharon bent down, picked up Aisala, and teased her with a finger.
In the dream, Hastur, Klein, and Leonard reunited. Klein revealed that he had sought secret protection from the everNight Goddess and was ready to take action.
It wasn't difficult to lure out Amon's main avatar. The descendant of the Jacobs family, a demigod-level thief pathway extraordinary, was a perfect choice.
Hastur had intervened back then to keep him for future use and to prevent Amon's avatar from devouring extraordinary characteristics and gaining strength.
"Klein, you truly are favored by the Goddess."
Klein detected the undisguised jealousy in Leonard's tone. He smiled, nodded, and drew a crimson moon on his chest, "Let us praise the Goddess."
Leonard quietly observed Klein's attempt to change the subject, "You indeed should praise the Goddess, or your devotion would be unworthy of Her love."
"Everything is the Goddess's will."
Klein displayed a devout expression, making it impossible for Leonard to find fault.
Hastur watched with a smile as Leonard and Klein interacted amicably.
Having heard Leonard's message to Klein earlier, Hastur knew the everNight Goddess was intensifying her intervention in Klein's affairs, forcing him to seek Her help.
Just like teasing Aisala with dried fish, the Goddess didn't want her well-fed cat to be taken away by the stars.
If Klein sought the stars' help, Hastur could also sever the link between Amon's main body and avatar.
After watching for a while, Hastur said, "Let's act tonight; it's the most suitable time."
"Mr. Hastur, will you personally take action?"
Klein and Leonard were curious, as they had never seen Hastur's abilities, though Hastur knew them well.
"I will invite a suitable helper who is also skilled in the thief pathway's extraordinary abilities."
"Alright." Leonard felt a bit disappointed.
Ending the dream built by Will, Hastur opened his eyes. Aisala, who had been curled up in his embrace, was now perched on Sharon's shoulder. Sharon stood a few steps away on the balcony, overlooking the distant Backlund scenery.
Hastur crossed his hands behind his head, leaned back in the armchair, and silently watched Sharon.
Recently, he had been trying to help Sharon further embody her role as a puppet, but Sharon, shy and thin-skinned, often hid in the mirror to avoid him.
"Are you going out tonight?"
"No, I'll stay home."
Sharon turned around, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.
"Some tasks can be delegated to others; it's not good to be too tired." Hastur smiled, "I also need to help you learn restraint."
"No need."
"Following your heart will take you further on the extraordinary path."
"This is my heart."
"Sigh, Aisala, don't just eavesdrop; occasionally, say something nice for your master."
"Meow."
After a few more playful exchanges with Sharon, Hastur left the balcony and went to his study on the second floor. He opened the pen case containing 008.
"Woo woo woo, esteemed master, you finally remembered me!"
008 happily spun in circles on the blank paper.
"Perhaps someone misses you more than I do."
"That's their business; I only care about my master's attitude." 008 wrote another line, "Of course, I am also willing to listen to Miss Sharon's instructions."
"Tsk, how clever."
"I just care about everything around my master. What my master likes, I will please... and protect."
Hastur looked at the very agreeable 008 and nodded slightly, "Since you're so sincere, I'll help you once more."
...
Late at night, in the Mahat's house on Backlund Street.
Harold was in a good mood. Her teacher had not only avoided going mad recently but also taught her a lot of occult knowledge.
This helped her understand the essence of potions, master the method of digesting them, and gain the opportunity to advance to a decryption scholar.
Now, she was a Sequence 7 extraordinary.
She was gradually stepping towards Sequence 4 demigod, entering the mysterious world.
Thinking of this, she saw her teacher, the gray mouse on the fur cushion of the sofa, lift its right paw to adjust the monocle on its right eye, then continue reading a newspaper.
Harold found nothing unusual about this scene.
As the clock on the wall ticked away, a squeaking sound came from outside the window.
Harold frowned, ready to open the window and drive away the annoying mice. This place was only for her teacher.
But her teacher put down the newspaper, muttering, "Such a delicious bait, indeed tempting, but unfortunately, I am not alone."
Harold opened the window and saw a gray mouse about the same size as her teacher outside.
She hesitated, glanced at the gray mouse outside, then at her teacher.
Comparing back and forth, she felt something break inside her, and more memories of this period surfaced in her mind.
But soon, her eyes became confused again. She picked up a small flowerpot from the window and threw it at the gray mouse, making it furious, its eyes turning red.
Before it could do anything, Harold had already summoned the guards attracted by the fallen flowerpot to drive away the gray mouse that looked just like her teacher.
The gray mouse on the sofa, wearing a monocle, raised its eyebrows, ready to look away when it noticed its spies outside the window disappearing one by one.
More accurately, they were being replaced.
It tried to deduce something but found no useful information from the disappearance of its avatars outside.
"The Night's secrets..."
Amon chuckled softly, seemingly mocking but also wary.
"In that case, let me see what you have prepared."
Transparent worms crawled out of its body, dispersing in all directions and disappearing.
At this moment, the confusion in Harold's eyes faded, and the memories of that night returned. She clearly remembered what happened.
She looked at the sofa again, at her teacher, the gray mouse, with terror in her eyes. The figure with the monocle was a nightmare she could never shake off.
"Ah!"
She screamed in extreme fear, ran to the door, and fled.
Outside the room, a maid carrying food put it down, took out a black-framed monocle from her pocket, breathed on it, wiped it with her clothes, and put it on.
Seeing this, Harold's pupils dilated, her body weakened, and she stumbled away, leaning against the cold wall.
She went to her mother's room to warn her to leave quickly.
But she saw her mother, Mrs. Liana, smiling at her, slowly putting on a monocle with gold rims and a chain.
Harold was so scared she took a few steps back, breaking a vase at the door. The sound attracted her father, Congressman Mahat.
He also wore a crystal monocle on his right eye and smiled at her.
And this was just the beginning.
From the center of the house, everyone, including maids, guards, and cooks, turned into Amon. Even the bugs in the flowerpots, passing cockroaches, and food-seeking mice transformed into Amon, spreading outwards.
From house 39 on Backlund Street, it gradually spread to other houses.
It was like a highly infectious plague spreading under the cover of night.
...
Through the gray fog, Klein, who was observing the situation with a secret puppet, couldn't hide his shock.
The blasphemer Amon was terrifying, able to silently replace others and spread rapidly.
Poor Harold, such a kind and innocent girl, had to face such a terrifying ordeal.
After observing for a while, Klein returned to reality, left the bathroom, and held a black gemstone medal.
This was the secret protection provided by Lady Arianna. In critical moments, he could pray to the medal for her help.
At that moment, Klein felt his observing puppet being taken, its spiritual line cut, losing all connection.
Klein wasn't worried, as they had anticipated this.
At house 160 on Backlund Street, the master bedroom door creaked open. The one who opened it was Klein's lost puppet, "Winner" Enyuni.
He walked in, took out a crystal monocle from his pocket, and slowly clipped it to his right eye.
He looked at the room's occupant, Dawn Dantes, and his mouth curled up, "Found you."
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