Lewis hadn’t expected that Eleanor would sneak out late at night not to do anything bad, but simply to write a love letter.
But why write a love letter in such a place at this hour?
Soon, he got the answer he was looking for.
The reason was simple—a faint glow emanated from Eleanor’s hand, like moonlight spilling over the envelope, and at the same time, a silver magic formation was engraved onto the letter.
Lewis recognized this.
It was a contract exclusive to the Moon Clan—praying for the goddess’s call under the moonlight, and using that as an opportunity to carve the spell onto the envelope, symbolizing a longing for love and a wish for eternal love.
This clan pulling out something of this level meant that her feelings were sincere.
As for why Eleanor’s identity was shrouded in layers of mystery, Lewis had roughly figured it out.
Because the Moon Clan itself was quite rare, living in the remote Extreme East Land—a wild and backward place where identity records were simply impossible to keep.
After thinking this, Lewis backed off.
He estimated that Eleanor would soon deliver this letter to Prince Anderson, so he’d better not inspect the contents of the letter too much.
After he left, Eleanor withdrew her magic, but she couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from rising.
Of course, she wasn’t some damn Moon Clan member—she was an ordinary human.
As for why she could use the Moon Clan’s contract magic, it was actually simple.
With the all-powerful Spark lending a hand, everything would be resolved.
As a sprite, Spark could use almost all existing magic.
But because she had very little magic power herself, the spells she could cast were very low-level, only small spells for daily life and reconnaissance.
“He shouldn’t bother me anymore now,” Eleanor said with a smile as she tucked the finished letter back into her pocket.
“He’ll probably think you’re planning to send this letter to Anderson.”
Spark, experienced and well-traveled, saw right through Lewis’s inner thoughts, so she continued to ask Eleanor, “What do you plan to do with the letter? Send it? Or just destroy it?”
“Well…”
Eleanor thought for a moment, her gaze gradually turning mischievous, her tone carrying a pursuit of that pleasure.
“Since I’ve written it, I might as well send it to Anderson, right? Otherwise, I’d have written it for nothing.”
Looking at the cheerful Eleanor, Spark folded her arms and said, “I hope you don’t mess this up.”
“Heh~ Even if I mess up, what’s the worst that can happen? Anderson doesn’t have that kind of power right now.”
Eleanor put the letter back into her pocket, then after surveying the terrain of the rear courtyard, she returned to her bedroom.
Of course, she wouldn’t send the letter now—she would wait until tomorrow when she cleaned Anderson’s room.
***
Early the next morning, wearing her nun’s habit, Eleanor walked to the door of Anderson’s bedroom.
After knocking, she said to Anderson inside, “Good morning, Chief Justice. I’ve brought you breakfast.”
“Please come in.”
Even though it was only 7:30 AM, Anderson was already up.
He was sitting on the sofa, reviewing the processing report from last night’s tavern.
However, after reading it, Anderson couldn’t help rubbing his temples.
He had received some bad news.
When the Temple Knights were clearing the wreckage of the tavern, they found a killer’s weapons and gear inside.
The owner of these weapons was the assassin who had taken Ainola away five months ago—codename: Contact.
Although they didn’t find his corpse, judging by the blast radius, anyone inside the tavern at the time would have been almost impossible to survive.
To make matters worse, the Temple Knights hadn’t even been able to piece together the bodies inside the tavern.
The force of the explosion was so great that the bodies were scattered in pieces, with faces destroyed by fire and blast, leaving only shattered skulls.
How could anyone identify them?
This situation was far too difficult for the Temple Knights.
Moreover, based on Anderson’s understanding of Ainola, that girl’s character meant she would definitely seek revenge.
Contact had saved her once.
If Contact was really dead, Ainola would absolutely continue to strike at the Moon Shadow Society.
Perhaps… the explosion at the tavern was just an appetizer?
Due to the severe lack of intelligence, Anderson couldn’t figure out Ainola’s movements.
He could only guess two possibilities: one, she would attack the Shrine of the Temple Knights; the other, she would continue to take revenge on the Moon Shadow Society.
If it was the former, it might be fine—even if he caught Ainola, he could spare her life, at most giving her a spanking.
But if it was the latter… then Ainola would be in grave danger.
Combining previous speculation, the Moon Shadow Society might know Ainola’s whereabouts, so he would have to deal with them first.
“Looks like I’ll have to pull out this thorn called the Moon Shadow Society first.”
Anderson’s muttering was naturally overheard by Eleanor, who was cleaning.
The girl scratched her head in confusion.
She didn’t quite understand why Anderson wanted to cause trouble for the Moon Shadow Society.
Could it be… that he thought she was part of the Moon Shadow Society?
It wasn’t impossible.
But this wasn’t a loss for her—she’d let him fight with the Moon Shadow Society, the more intense the better.
Then she could slip into the Shrine and get the Eye of Wite.
While Eleanor was scheming, Anderson noticed she was standing still and called out, “Eleanor, keep an eye on the room for me. I need to go out.”
“Take care~”
With Eleanor’s farewell, Anderson left the bedroom.
Soon, only Eleanor remained.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
She had gone through a lot of trouble to find the Eye of Wite here.
First, Eleanor’s first order of business was to place the letter on the desk.
She wondered what Anderson would think when he saw the letter “she” had written.
In Eleanor’s view, it would be best if Anderson grew to like her current identity a lot.
Only then, when the truth came out, could she see the wonderful expression on Anderson’s face.
“Sigh~ I really am a bad woman who plays with feelings,” Eleanor lamented, then continued playing the part of a cleaning maid.
On the other side, Anderson arrived at the location his subordinate had reported.
“Chief Justice, this looks like another base of the Moon Shadow Society. Should we charge in together with the brothers?”
Anderson looked at the library before him.
He hadn’t expected that the seemingly honest Moon Shadow Society would hide their base in a library.
“The target is too big; it would alert the enemy. Seal off the outside, and I’ll go in to investigate.”