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Returning to the gate, everyone put on the raincoats brought by Little Dragon.

As expected of Little Dragon, Mr. Cyclone kissed his wife and entrusted Eileen, who had just finished a battle, to Little Dragon.

"Master!! Did I do well this time?!" Shia exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, you did well. We will soon find out the truth," Mr. Cyclone replied.

When Mr. Cyclone handed this task to Shia, he didn't think much about it. He just arranged it casually.

But Shia seemed to misunderstand it as some special training, so Mr. Cyclone decided to play along.

Although what Mr. Cyclone said was different from what Shia thought, they both laughed at each other.

"Have you learned?"

"Yes~"

"Let's go back."

Even though the two were laughing and talking, Little Dragon interrupted.

There was a lightning strike at first, but looking at the rapidly moving dark clouds overhead, it seemed to be just a passing storm.

But the rain became heavier and Little Dragon worried that Mr. Cyclone would catch a cold, so he suggested returning to the mansion quickly.

"Oh! Wait, Little Dragon."

"Hmm?"

However, Little Dragon didn't know that Eileen had just discovered another source of magic power outside the mansion.

Because there was a small fence between the mansion and the park, although it was not high, it still separated the mansion's area.

The residual magic power belonged to inside the small fence and was one of the targets to investigate in this incident.

Although Mr. Cyclone was already ninety percent sure about what had happened back then, the death of the rich young lady and the truth behind why she came to this brothel, Mr. Cyclone still wanted to see everything, as even a tiny detail could potentially affect the whole event.

Facing Daniel, Mr. Cyclone didn't want to dismiss it as a trivial matter.

"There is another source of magic power there. Wait here," Mr. Cyclone instructed.

Little Dragon took a step forward and grabbed Mr. Cyclone's hand.

"I'll accompany you."

"No need, I can go alone. You stay and watch over them..."

Mr. Cyclone whispered softly into Little Dragon's ear.

"I'll give you a special reward tonight~"

"You're so considerate. Did you bring your backup weapon?"

"Haha, you're too cautious, my dear wife."

Upon hearing this, Little Dragon blushed and could only obey Mr. Cyclone's instructions.

"You all wait here."

"Okay, Eileen will wait~"

"Come back quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Yes, Master!"

Holding the Grecias lamp, Mr. Cyclone walked forward in the rain.

Arriving at the location of the magic power source he had just seen, in the world illuminated by green light, Mr. Cyclone could see the person who had died in this position in the past.

A black shadow, this was his final moment in life.

It took less than twenty seconds to finish watching.

Even though he had watched it once, Mr. Cyclone did not leave.

Because he wanted to watch it again, getting drenched in the rain, Mr. Cyclone stood motionless in his spot.

After watching it, he wanted to watch it again.

After the third time, Mr. Cyclone still wanted to watch it more.

But this time, a female voice came from the rain.

In the world illuminated by green light, only the dead would appear.

Of course, the voice as well. But the voice coming was not from the dead because there was no sound of hers in the third time just now.

The voice came from the small fence nearby, a small and gentle girl's voice.

"How would you choose?"

"Who are you?"

Mr. Cyclone lowered his voice slightly, looking at the reflection of the little girl in the puddle left by the rain."You don't need to know now," said Mr. Cyclone.

That was the figure Mr. Cyclone saw yesterday morning, the little girl he accidentally encountered.

She had silvery long hair and purple pupils, but this time she lacked those big eyes, instead focusing her gaze, giving off the feeling that she already knew everything.

Dressed in an aristocratic-style gown, the little girl stood in the rain.

"Not telling me and yet appearing in front of me again?"

"Hmm," the little girl nodded.

"You're quite contradictory," Mr. Cyclone remarked.

"I'm just doing what needs to be done," she replied.

"Needs to be done...?"

"Yes."

"Husband!?"

Mr. Cyclone turned around, and it was Little Dragon.

It seemed like he had been away for a short while, and he really started to worry.

As he realized this, Mr. Cyclone also realized something else.

When he looked back at the spot where the little girl was, she had once again disappeared.