Chapter 252: The Demon God Cultists
"King, what’s wrong?"
No sensation whatsoever. It felt as though his consciousness had traveled back into yesterday’s body.
Still on that same bed.
Li Meng’s movements abruptly came to a halt.
"It seems something has happened over in Obenlo."
Li Meng lowered his head and kissed Bai Ling lightly on the forehead.
Then, he turned over and got off the bed.
After leaving those words behind, Li Meng quickly turned and walked outside.
The cloth bag and black robe hanging on the nearby coat rack seemed to come alive.
They flew together toward Li Meng, wrapping themselves around him.
This scene left Bai Ling and the maids on the bed staring in bewilderment.
Just like that, Li Meng left the Throne Tribe once again.
In the capital, Obenlo, at the Bard Earl’s estate.
Morning, when all life awakens anew.
In a room on the second floor, a girl on the bed suddenly woke up with a start.
Susan sat up, her face filled with discomfort.
Holding her forehead, she got out of bed.
She swayed unsteadily to the window.
The familiar yet beautiful courtyard outside did not bring Susan any joy.
She had thought last night’s incident had been resolved by the Bard Earl.
Unexpectedly, it was just the beginning.
Tonight, something would happen in Obenlo City.
The Demon God Cultists would launch a large-scale invasion of Obenlo City tonight.
What the cultists’ purpose was, Susan didn’t know.
They would establish a magically shielded area within the city.
Then, inside the sealed barrier, they would indiscriminately massacre.
The Bard Earl’s estate would also be affected.
Though the Bard Earl was very strong, the enemy was even stronger.
It was likely a Fallen Divine Child with very unique abilities.
This individual could unleash an invisible force that crushed enemies within sight.
Anyone he looked at would have their head explode.
Because the Bard Earl didn’t know the enemy’s abilities, he was killed by the opponent in a single encounter.
Then it was the turn of the Emma sisters.
Finally, the weakest one in the estate—her.
What happened to Alisa, Susan didn’t know.
The feeling of one’s head exploding was not pleasant.
Even now, Susan’s head faintly ached.
Standing by the window, Susan murmured to herself.
If the Bard Earl could obtain intelligence about the enemy in advance, perhaps he would have a fighting chance.
But if she simply provided that intelligence to the Bard Earl, her actions would undoubtedly appear suspicious in his eyes.
After all, the Demon God Cultists had just invaded the estate last night.
And today, if she appeared to know so much about the cultists, it would surely raise suspicions.
Susan took a deep breath.
She had to find a way to subtly warn the Bard Earl at breakfast.
Thinking this, Susan turned and left the window.
Before long, there was a knock at the door.
Emma had come knocking at the same time.
Morning. The Bard Earl’s estate. The dining hall on the first floor.
"Does Lord Bard know about that group of people?"
Susan put down her cutlery and turned to look at the Bard Earl seated at the head of the table.
Seated there was a middle-aged man in a black noble’s long coat.
Susan’s words made Alisa and Emma, the two sisters, look toward the Bard Earl.
They were also curious about the mysterious individuals who had appeared last night.
The Bard Earl picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and smiled faintly.
"They are the infamous Demon God Cultists, a group of fanatics who worship the legendary Demon God. They’ve always coveted the nations’ crystals, seeking to unlock the World Stone and summon Abyssal Demons. Over the years, they’ve been secretly active in human nations."
"Then why are they targeting Alisa?"
This was the one thing Susan was most curious about.
Because tonight, the Demon God Cultists were coming for Alisa.
Alisa stood in front of her, yet she was the one who was killed.
This showed that the cultists did not intend to take Alisa’s life.
"Probably for the sacred artifact. Only a saintess can handle it, and the artifact is the key to unlocking the World Stone within the crystals."
Hearing this, Susan’s face revealed a look of understanding.
No wonder that group was targeting Alisa.
Looking at the Bard Earl, Susan hesitated to speak.
How could she warn him?
She had previously acted as if she knew nothing about the cultists.
Now she couldn’t suddenly tell the Bard Earl about a powerful enemy among the cultists with a special ability.
Wouldn’t that suggest she was an infiltrator planted by the cultists?
Until breakfast ended, Susan still hadn’t found an opportunity to warn the Bard Earl.
"Susan, what’s wrong? You’ve seemed preoccupied since this morning."
Later that morning, in the garden’s pavilion.
Sitting on a stone bench, Susan stared blankly outside.
Susan turned to look at Alisa.
"Alisa, do you have any powerful friends in Obenlo City?"
Alisa gently shook her head.
"I rarely leave the Bard Earl’s estate. I don’t know many people."
Alisa’s response made a trace of disappointment flash in Susan’s eyes.
The idea of seeking outside help wasn’t feasible.
Standing up, Susan hurriedly walked away.
"Alisa, I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be back soon!"
Alisa looked at Susan, leaving in a rush, with a puzzled expression.
What was going on with Susan today?
"Susan, shall I accompany you?"
On her way out of the estate, Susan ran into Emma.
Emma had heard Susan’s earlier words.
"No… no need. I’ll be back shortly!"
On the path, Emma calmly watched Susan leave.
Meanwhile, on the second floor, the Bard Earl stood by the window, deep in thought as he watched Susan leave the courtyard.
Since Susan’s arrival, the once-quiet days at the estate were no more.
Although Susan was just an ordinary person, completely without power, there were some things only ordinary people could accomplish.
If possible, the Bard Earl didn’t want to doubt her.
After all, Alisa needed a friend by her side.
But for Alisa’s safety, he had to suspect everything.
Susan, unaware of the Bard Earl’s suspicions, hurried down the streets of Obenlo.
Obenlo had two military forces.
One was the Royal Guard, an elite force stationed at the royal city.
The other was the Volunteer Corps, a militia maintaining public order.
"Will it really work?"
Stopping on the street, Susan suddenly hesitated.
Even if she wrote an anonymous letter, it might not serve as a warning.
Finding a safe way to deliver the letter to the Volunteer Corps or Royal Guard was also a problem.
A letter without a signature might be dismissed as trash.
"Damn it. If only I hadn’t stayed cooped up in the estate. If I had gone out more and made some friends, I wouldn’t be so helpless now."
A trace of regret flashed in Susan’s eyes.
Back on Earth, she had not been a quiet or reserved person.
Having served as class president for several years, she was skilled in handling relationships.
Unfortunately, Alisa was currently in seclusion and could not reveal her identity yet.