The wooden door slowly opened before Ciel, but only opened a crack wide enough for an arm to slip through, then stopped.
And from inside came the voice of a somewhat weary, tired man.
“Hello, Your Excellency.”
“May I ask what you need?”
It was clear the person inside basically didn’t want to interact with her.
Only out of respect for the name of the Judicator’s Court did he open the door this tiny crack.
“Oppold Thaddeus, correct?” Ciel said slowly. “I learned your address from Avena. Can we talk?”
Ciel directly used Avena’s name. Since Avena knew his address, they should know each other. Using Avena’s name might facilitate communication.
“Damn it… she clearly received the letter…” The man’s low curse came from inside the door. After a moment, the door slowly closed, and the man’s voice came from within: “I have nothing to talk about. This is my private time. If you have any questions, please contact my lawyer first.”
The wooden door was violently pulled open by Oppold, slamming against the adjacent wooden frame. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared deadly at Ciel by the door and said, “What the hell do you want?”
At that moment, palpable killing intent emanated from Oppold.
Ciel looked at Oppold before her, her brow slowly furrowing.
A dirty, torn white undershirt smelling sour clung to him. His short blond hair was greasy, looking like it hadn’t been washed in half a week. His face was covered in stubble, and the room reeked of cheap alcohol.
This person… was the Prince’s son from Ansu? Top nobility?
He looked exactly like an ordinary alcoholic worker—if one ignored his iron-armored right hand.
Perhaps this jolt caused the already precarious dining table to collapse. The white candle fell onto the wooden floor, instantly igniting the alcohol that had soaked into the wood.
Noticing this, Oppold abruptly turned back, quickly grabbed a nearby rug, rushed towards the fire, and directly smothered the flames before they could spread.
After a clumsy struggle, the kitchen and dining table area were a mess. Oppold slowly stood up from the floor, clenching his fists.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!” He repeatedly cursed, anger burning fiercely in his chest.
He had never been so pathetic in front of others. The feeling of humiliation tormented his self-esteem immensely. This small, unlucky misfortune felt like the last straw breaking his back.
Oppold’s fists slowly clenched, the metal armor on his right fist emitting an unpleasant grinding sound. He slowly stood up, turning back to look at Ciel by the door.
But he saw that Ciel was currently holding something and reading it. Looking closely, it was his spiritual notebook.
“Courting death!!!” Oppold’s right hand clenched tight, black steel claws emerging from his fingertips. A black throwing knife condensed in his palm, which he violently hurled towards Ciel.
However, in his vision, the girl, who was only second-tier, didn’t even use transcendent abilities. She merely took half a step back, tilted her head slightly back. The throwing knife passed between the girl and the spiritual notebook, embedding itself fiercely into the doorframe.
The girl’s effortless dodge fueled his rage. The iron armor on his right arm melted as if half-molten, forming a tower shield nearly as tall as a person on his right arm, adorned with molten fire, black plates, and spikes.
He held the tower shield horizontally before him. At this moment, he seemed to disregard everything. Even if he had to die, he would use the tower shield in his hand to completely crush the girl before him.
“You too encountered the ‘misfortune rule’?” The girl’s cold voice was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly snapping him out of his rage.
Oppold panted heavily, the tower shield in his hand dissolving like melting metal, reabsorbing into his right arm.
She… was the same as him?
“Lucy Silva, Oppold Thaddeus…” Ciel closed the spiritual notebook in her hand, tossed it towards the man, and continued:
“Your rules are different, not even connected… but both involve some random, inexplicable, severe calamitous events…”
“Lucy almost died just now. Be careful in the time ahead.”
After reading the spiritual notebook, Ciel was convinced Oppold wasn’t the one causing these calamities.
Although Oppold seemed easily angered, he meticulously recorded all misfortunes, large and small, and even set over thirty rules for himself, preferring to over-comply rather than err.
Considering her own misfortunes, some of which were completely unpredictable… and recalling that shortly after she left Berren City, Lucy suffered a sudden disaster.
Their misfortunes were likely linked… One person errs, everyone bears the consequence collectively.
Next, she just needed to observe if this Oppold would die from misfortune to verify this conjecture.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?! You’re definitely not from the Judicator’s Court!”
“What do you mean be careful?!”
Oppold watched helplessly as the girl’s figure dissolved into black shadow and vanished. When he ran outside to look, the girl was completely gone from the street.