Chapter 226
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Chapter 226: Night Watcher
“Sir, may I inquire as to the nature of your discourse?”
Mr. Trap’s pupils quivered intensely, his voice laced with disbelief. He struggled to comprehend the words that had reached his ears.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Merete Chambers—the shining star of the Night Watchers from the Demon Hunt Agency in Tatsumi City, and a special operative of the Sword-Wielding Troop—would openly betray them at this critical juncture.
“Why?”
His tone was a mixture of anguish and confusion.
Meanwhile, the golden hue on the slime’s body began to fade, and it emitted a series of faint, gurgling sounds. Moments later, the slime was enveloped in a burst of black mist and transported away.
“Gurgle!”
This was its final utterance before vanishing.
Amy stood in silence, deeply lost in thought, as she assessed the mecha’s remaining functionality.
Did the Savior foresee this?
Regardless, one fact was clear to Amy: the severely damaged White Angel stood no chance against Miss Witch, who had boldly declared her betrayal.
But Amy’s deliberation was short-lived. Soon, the White Angel, too, was engulfed by a black mist.
The game of Babel Tower had reached its end. What followed now was no longer part of the “game.”
Merete Chambers tilted her head upward, her voice steady as she spoke:
“You may wonder why I chose betrayal. The answer is simple. The Demon Hunt Agency, the Night Watcher—they were merely stepping stones for me.”
She extended her hand, and the white pages surrounding her floated into the air before gently descending, vanishing into her palm.
“I have what I came for—a Ruin-level Relic that eclipses any Civilization-level Relic. Now, I seek greater heights.”
Her tone was calm, her demeanor serene, as though recounting memories with an old friend.
“In my dreams, I experience countless lifetimes, each one vividly etched in my mind. These aren’t mere visions—they’re as real as if I’ve lived them all.”
“Every evening, I immerse myself in their tales.”
She smiled faintly, continuing, “I’m no longer just Merete Chambers. Their experiences, their tragedies—they’ve become part of me.”
She paused, her gaze distant.
“Centuries ago, an ‘Ultimate Witch’ stood on the verge of the Seventh Throne. She lost everything under the collective suppression of the ‘Rainbows.’ That witch is me—or at least, a fragment of my memory.
This lifetime is not about proving anything. It’s about reclaiming what is rightfully mine.”
With that, she stepped past the fallen figure of Mr. Trap and gently pushed open the door to the “sealing” room.
Inside, the dimly lit room felt suffocating. An emaciated, elderly figure sat in silence, his frailty accentuated by the darkness.
On a small table before him lay a trembling yellow spell, its intricate inscriptions forming a city map. Encircled by red lines drawn with blood, the spell exuded an ominous aura.
“This is the truth, Mr. Trap,” Merete stated calmly.
The elderly man chuckled hoarsely, his voice barely resembling the infamous Mr. Trap known to the world. His frail frame appeared on the brink of collapse.
Merete continued, “For years, the public knew you as the Tatsumi City Demon Hunt Agency director. But in truth, you were merely a puppet—a facade for the true mastermind.”
“You possess extraordinary power, don’t you?”
Mr. Trap’s voice, though faint, was resolute. “So, you’ve come to disrupt the sealing, haven’t you?”
Merete’s smile deepened. “That depends on your choice. Should you order the Demon Hunt Agency to stop me, I will disrupt the ritual. Otherwise, we part ways peacefully.”
A heavy silence hung between them.
Finally, Mr. Trap spoke. “I have no reason to stop you. After all, you saved everyone.”
Merete’s smile turned sharp. “Oh, but you do. I’ve destroyed the Book of Prophecy and taken a Ruin-level Relic. The Empire and the Demon Hunt Agency’s headquarters will stop at nothing to retrieve it.
If they find out you let me walk away, you’ll face unimaginable consequences.”
She leaned closer, her voice soft yet venomous. “So, what will it be? Law and justice—or chaos?”
Mr. Trap closed his eyes. For a long moment, he pondered a question that had haunted countless Night Watchers before him:
What are we truly meant to be?
Finally, he whispered, “You may leave.”
Merete Chambers departed without disrupting the sealing ritual.
Despite her betrayal, Mr. Trap’s
directive to the Night
Watchers was clear: Do not
obstruct her.
The Night Watchers were left
in shock, bewildered by both
Merete’s actions and Mr. Trap’s
orders.
This was a compromise—a
shameful one.
It was a decision that would
tarnish Mr. Trap’s reputation,
stripping him of his position.
Yet, he stood firm in his
choice.
As Merete stepped into the
night, she gazed up at the
colossal black curtain
descending over Tatsumi City
—a barrier known as “sealing,”
meant to protect the city at
great cost.
She smirked, her voice soft.
“Every choice carries its price,
Mr. Trap. Yours is retirement.”
But as Merete prepared to
leave, a figure emerged from
the shadows—Bai Yan.
His calm demeanor betrayed
no surprise.
“Ah, my master,” Merete
teased, “waiting for me, were
you?”
Bai Yan’s expression remained
unreadable.
“Witch,” he said evenly, “let’s
have a conversation.”
