NABC Chapter 889: 263 Miss Aleister's Triple Identity
Chapter 889: 263 Miss Aleister's Triple Identity
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?”
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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