Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: An Ordinary Ending
“I am truly sorry for what happened. I don’t know how much longer my projection can remain in this world… When we meet again, I will make sure to compensate you properly.”
Bai Yan understood the void of affection that Maryse had endured over the years. All she needed was a gentle pat on the head. Though his approach might vary, he knew that when it came to Maryse, kindness was key.
Maryse, on the other hand, experienced an inexplicable feeling. “Mr. Profligate” reminded her of the elders she had idealized as a child. His demeanor mirrored the loving care she had once received from her family before the age of eight. For the first time in years, she felt a semblance of love and warmth from someone else.
“This feels good,” she thought silently.
And perhaps it was for the best… that she couldn’t hear his innermost thoughts.
“Nothing. Don’t feel like you’re holding me back,” Bai Yan said gently.
Maryse shook her head, sensing it was time to leave.
“Hmm, let that woman stay with the predecessor for now. If the predecessor needs me, you can call me.”
“Goodbye!”
Maryse, having spent 20 years in isolation, was not only starved of love but also lacking social skills. Her discomfort in interacting with the opposite sex was palpable.
When the little one left, Bai Yan remained in the villa. After all, he wasn’t merely a projection—he had a plan to stay in this household for a long time.
Helen, the mistress of the house, was a woman of 32 with golden hair. Her family had engaged in smuggling for generations, using supernatural channels to move goods and people in and out of the city.
While her grandfather had been involved in morally questionable activities, Helen had steered clear of such practices. Bai Yan respected this shift and had spared her life because of it.
The family, though wealthy and well-regarded in Tatsumi City, was still far from the prominence of the five major families. Yet they occasionally received invitations to the grand banquets hosted by those families.
That evening, Helen sat on her bed, dressed in light blue pajamas, her head resting on her hand as she closed her eyes in thought.
For days, both Helen and her daughter had been plagued by strange sensations—forgotten memories and the inexplicable feeling of another presence in the house.
“It must be stress,” Helen concluded, shaking her head. She rose from the bed and called for a servant to bring her a glass of water.
Meanwhile, Bai Yan sat on a leather sofa in an adjacent room. Sylve, Helen’s fifteen-year-old daughter, was peeling oranges for him.
Sylve, with her blonde hair and youthful features, had always been a leader at school—often at the expense of weaker classmates. She had never served anyone in her life. Yet now, she performed her tasks like a professional maid, her demeanor docile and obedient.
Bai Yan observed the pair with a sense of detachment, knowing their backstory. If the original storyline of “Babel Tower” played out, Helen and Sylve would face grim fates—either caught in the schemes of sinners or becoming victims of their own greed.
Having saved them, Bai Yan felt justified in enjoying their service. Yet, deep down, his true motive was to sever the cultists’ plans tied to this storyline.
If Helen interacts with those cultists, I’ll know immediately, he thought, slicing into a fresh steak and savoring its flavor.
Elsewhere, at the Demon Hunt Agency, the 12th team sat in silence. The atmosphere was heavy with gloom.
Bai Yan’s disappearance had been a shock. During the siege on the Dark Light Church, he had vanished along with the “Left Hand of Dark Light” and the “Pastor.” The official narrative deemed him a traitor, lost to darkness.
Adelaide, one of Bai Yan’s closest allies, shook her head. “No… Bai Yan is still alive. I can’t explain it, but I’m certain.”
Lighting a cigarette, she
reflected on his presence. The
memories of Bai Yan were
beginning to fade—a side
effect of the demon lord
Sburnak’s Curse of
Disillusionment.
If Bai Yan had truly died, every
memory of him would have
vanished instantly.
Her hands trembled slightly as
she jotted down notes in her
diary—a ritual to preserve what
remained. The thought of
losing him entirely weighed
heavily on her heart.
“We must find him,” Adelaide
said with quiet determination.
Back in the villa, Bai Yan
calmly continued his meal,
observing Helen and Sylve’s
quiet conversation.
“Tatsumi City has become
unstable,” Helen remarked.
“Who knows what will happen
next? We must tread carefully.”
Helen had arranged for Sylve
to study under an experienced
wizard. Though the cost was
steep, she deemed it
necessary. In a world
unraveling, power was the only
certainty.
As Helen reflected on her
family’s struggles, Bai Yan
watched silently. He mused
about his time with the Demon
Hunt Agency, knowing he
couldn’t return to that life
anytime soon.
“Captain, Holly… Our time
together was enjoyable. But I
was never truly a Night
Watcher.”
With that thought, Bai Yan cast
a glance at his phone,
checking a location tied to his
agreement with the Pastor. A
subtle smile played on his lips
as he prepared for what was
to come.
“Breakfast is over. Time to
move forward,” he murmured,
his resolve unwavering.
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PS2: This translation will be
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year. Thank you for your
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