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Chapter 193 Ophelia's motive?
193 Ophelia's motive?
Chapter 193
Once the permit was obtained, exorcists could visit normal human places and even establish businesses there with some documentation.
Naturally, no one actually dared to stay there for too long due to the countless complications that accompanied it.
In the end, they were still exorcists, and their main duty was to exorcise all evil.
Not only that, but the normal human areas lacked the espera density found in places where most exorcists resided, not to mention the abundant resources.
It was quite disadvantageous for an exorcist to remain in normal areas for too long.
So, the city of Harlington was just a regular city without exorcists there to monitor it and any happenings.
Oliver purchased a detailed map of the city, which cost him around 30 Neden, which he paid without batting an eye.
Afterwards, he started making some plans about how he was going to approach the situation and the possible dangers as well. His mind raced, calculating the risks and strategies, trying to anticipate every possible outcome.
After all, his main goal was not to spend too much time on these missions but to further his own growth away from the watchful eyes of the clan—especially a certain someone. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
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In the Mystic Purge Clan's Grand Courtyard
A woman with ashen gray hair and piercing cold silver eyes was standing, staring at the sky.
The air around her was still, almost unnaturally so, as if nature itself hesitated in her presence.
There was an unexpected scene taking place at the moment.
The clan was covered in gray clouds, an eerie atmosphere looming over their heads.
While the whole clan was covered by a blanket of clouds, the sky above the grand courtyard was shining bright, devoid of a single cloud.
The stark contrast seemed almost like a defiance of nature, a silent proclamation of the power within the courtyard.
The woman was none other than Ophelia, her face like a piece of still art, without a change in expression as she kept staring into the empty sky.
Her gaze was cold, detached, as if she were searching for something far beyond the clouds.
Her hands were carrying a paper umbrella that looked delicate, as if it would break with a single touch.
After a moment of uneasy silence, she muttered to herself.
"His destiny shifted again."
"Again?"
A voice sounded out from behind her, and looking back, there was a woman kneeling on the ground before her in an extremely respectful posture.
The woman's head was bowed low, her breath barely a whisper in the vast courtyard.
"My lady, may I be bold enough to speak?"
The kneeling woman had short black hair and black eyes and looked extremely beautiful. She was wearing a formal uniform and white gloves. Her white uniform had a peculiar symbol of a cube-like object colored ominously on the pocket above her heart.
Ophelia didn't reply, but the kneeling woman understood and said in a low tone, "This constant and continuous change in destiny is an indication of a singularity. If it continues, it might lead to…"
She paused, leaving her sentence unfinished as she looked at Ophelia's back. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken implications.
There was not a single change in Ophelia's expression; she looked like a robot.
She observed the sky for a few more moments before extending her free hand towards it.
Her fingers moved with deliberate grace, as if touching something only she could see.
The kneeling woman watched eagerly and keenly as Ophelia's slender fingers bent and pointed towards the sky, nowhere in particular.
Her cold, devoid eyes watched as the world distorted before her, revealing things unseen by anyone else.
Her fingers stayed pointed towards the sky for a moment before she put her hand down without much change in her expression.
However, the woman kneeling behind her spoke up.
"My lady, did you interfere with his destiny?"
Her voice was trembling as she looked at Ophelia's back with a reverent gaze, barely controlling herself.
Adoration and awe warred within her, a testament to the power her mistress wielded so effortlessly.
"An unexpected variable."
Ophelia spoke up, her voice cold and deadly, as if she was fiddling with something insignificant. There was an eerie detachment in her tone, as if she were merely adjusting the pieces on a chessboard.
An obstacle that she simply tampered with a flick of her finger.
"My lady—no, Mistress Ophelia, I am in awe of your unfathomable power."
She bowed deeply before her, almost prostrating. Her forehead nearly touched the cold stone floor, a gesture of absolute submission.
Ophelia didn't turn around, and her gaze remained affixed to the sky.
The woman in uniform didn't move a bit from her kneeling stance either. She remained perfectly still, like a statue carved from reverence and fear.
It was only after some time that Ophelia spoke up once again.
"What about that?"
Her tone was as cold as before, not a shred of warmth audible in her voice as she addressed the woman behind her. Each word fell like a drop of icy water, freezing the air between them.
"My lady, I have prepared a detailed report about it." The woman paused momentarily before her eyes turned sharp. "It is as you expected; she is indeed connected to him."
The black-haired woman clicked her fingers as a stack of papers floated in front of her before heading slowly towards Ophelia, who finally stopped staring at the sky.
The papers floated before her, and one glance was all it took before the papers disappeared as if they were never there in the first place.
She managed to read them in an instant—less than a second. A feat that spoke volumes about the unnatural power she possessed.
The very next moment, an aura unlike any other descended upon the courtyard—a force so terrifying that the air itself seemed to shudder in response. The once serene environment transformed into a scene of utter devastation as the ground quaked violently. Rocks, trees, and even the very earth beneath them were mercilessly crushed under the unimaginable pressure. The aura was not just powerful; it was apocalyptic, a dark and primal force that defied the natural order.
It was as if the entire world had been plunged into an abyss.
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