Chapter 1891: Chapter 1891

"But since I've turned Jessica down, what do we do now? Her Majesty Windsor was our most reliable path to understanding the 'Great Wisdom.' Without that..."

Hathaway spoke with a troubled expression. She had refused the Church's assignment to remain faithful to her love. While this wasn't necessarily bad for her personally, it posed a significant threat to their next course of action.

"It's fine. We'll find a way," Oliver said. "Besides, the Great Wisdom isn't important. Windsor is. As long as you maintain a friendly relationship with her, it will still be beneficial to the Church. You don't need to worry."

The eavesdropping Jenkins was startled. *The Difference Engine is clearly the most important thing!*

Unaware that the despicable God of Lies was listening in, Papa Oliver and Hathaway continued their conversation.

"Let's drop this matter and change the subject.

Of the nine Savior's Emblems, we know that [Twin Demons] belongs to the Coward brothers, [Undying Man] is the scion of the Evil God who was defeated by the 'Great Wisdom' and fled, and [Real Illusion] is the unregistered Enchanter codenamed MrBirchwood. You are [Destiny's Stage], [The Stranger] is your friend Mr. Hood, [Hero] is Sister Natasha from the Church of Ocean and Exploration, and Jessica Windsor claims to possess the Dark Soul, making her the primary holder of the [Uncrowned King] emblem, represented by the Four King Souls.

The purple destiny has already emerged, but its bearer is hidden deep. Other than these, the only variable left is the [World Tree Seedling]. So, have you found anything in your investigation of the [World Tree Seedling]?"

Hathaway continued her report.

"Could it really be Capet from the Church of All Things and Nature?"

Papa Oliver muttered to himself.

"If that's the case, then we're in trouble. It's tantamount to giving the Church of All Things and Nature another bargaining chip. This is not good at all."

Without The Stranger, the end of the epoch will be just like all the previous ones, with multiple factions vying for the title of savior. Even the Orthodox Churches won't pass up such an opportunity, and they certainly won't cooperate as harmoniously as they did after The Stranger arrived.

At the mention of the name "Capet," Hathaway's expression turned visibly uneasy.

"You mean... Sigrid?"

she asked cautiously.

"Who else could it be? She comes to the antique shop looking for you almost every day. Do we know any other Capets?"

Papa Oliver grumbled, then asked,

"She came by again this morning while you were out. She wanted to invite you to a performance by the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. She left the tickets here with me."

Hathaway asked, a little guiltily.

"That's for you to decide. Young lady, you need to learn how to manage your relationships with your... 'friends.' As your elder, I shouldn't meddle, but you must understand that as a candidate for savior, you will inevitably..."

A loud explosion interrupted their conversation, yanking Jenkins back from his thoughts. He had been so stunned by what he'd heard that he was at a loss for words.

"Damn it, the explosion sounds like it came from that alley!"

He couldn't listen to the increasingly bizarre conversation any longer. Scrambling over the wall, he quickly fled from the roof of Pops Antique Shop. He had been using his "own" face in this world, so when he reappeared in the empty alley, it was as his original self—as Jenkins. After all, in this version of reality, no one had ever seen him before.

But by then, Magic Miss and Miss Windsor were gone.

The explosion had clearly occurred in the alley where they had been hiding. It wasn't a steam bomb, but the result of a battle between Enchanters. Jenkins glanced at the smoldering crater in the ground, a corner of his mouth twitching, and then left before a crowd could gather.

The spiritual auras in the Mysterious Realm were chaotic and complex. At close range, they didn't interfere with his Eye of Reality, but trying to track an aura from a distance as he could in the real world was practically impossible.

The battle between Magic Miss, her companion, and their enemy had been brief. Jenkins didn't believe they had been captured; he had complete faith in Magic Miss's abilities.

"Did they discover something and go after it?"

With this thought in mind, he disguised himself as a curious onlooker and slipped back into the alley before the police or the Church arrived. A careful search revealed that Magic Miss had, in fact, left a trail.

It was her eyeshadow again, though only a minuscule amount this time. Under the confusing auras of the Mysterious Realm, Jenkins painstakingly followed the faint trail away from Fifth Queen's Avenue. To his surprise, it led him all the way to St. George Street.

The trail led straight to his house—or rather, the house that would be his. Since Jenkins didn't exist here, he had no idea who lived there now. Regardless, the location couldn't be a coincidence. It seemed Magic Miss and Miss Windsor had truly stumbled upon something important.

Still unable to use his shape-shifting ability, Jenkins couldn't enter the house in his mouse form. The three possibilities within the Mysterious Realm were interconnected; each ability could only be used once.

He had no choice but to take a risk. He vaulted the fence into the backyard and saw the eyeshadow trail disappear at the house's back door. He decided to slip in the same way.

But just his luck, he ran into his neighbor Mr. Goodman's pet cat. The cat, quite a bit larger than Chocolate, had been perched on the fence, watching something. The moment its eyes locked onto the stranger, Jenkins, it leaped down into the yard and began affectionately rubbing its face against his pant leg.

"Don't make a sound!"

Jenkins froze, bending down to pet the cat while pleading silently. Fortunately, this cat was very well-behaved—far more so than Chocolate—and didn't make a sound to betray his presence. Jenkins was also grateful he hadn't brought Chocolate into the Mysterious Realm. If his own little black-and-white kitten had witnessed this, she would have surely raised a fuss. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel_fіre.net

He worried that once he returned to reality, Chocolate would pick a fight with Mr. Goodman's cat.