615 Descendants


    Based on Anthony''s feedback, Franca had long suspected that Delh wasn''t a Mirror Person but had some connection to them. Otherwise, she wouldn''t have reacted abnormally without knowing anything.


    She raised the question during Magic Mirror Divination to ensure Delh hadn''t made preparations in advance or been hypnotized.


    After a moment of contemtion, Franca posed her second question.


    "Is the owner of this hair a descendant of the Tamara family?"


    Amidst the sshing water in the dim mirror, an aged voice replied, "No."


    Not a descendant of the Tamara family… Franca used the elimination method and chose a pre-prepared question.


    "Is the owner of this hair a descendant of Mirror People?"


    The aged voice replied in a calm and hoarse tone, "Yes."


    Yes… Franca and Jenna were both shocked and delighted.


    Though they had simr suspicions, confirming it stunned and terrified them.


    How long had the Mirror People infiltrated Trier? Why did they have descendants in their thirties?


    Moreover, they could marry, have children, and have descendants like ordinary people…


    Aside from believing in the mirror''s Primordial Demoness, who had a more extreme personality and naturally harbored resentment towards Her counterpart outside the mirror, what was the essential difference between them and ordinary people?


    Franca and the others weren''t sure if most Mirror People dissipated after death, leaving behind fragments of the mirror world, or if only a few special Mirror People like Mirror Gardner were like this.


    Combined with Delh''s biological father, the current Minister of Industry, Moran Avigny, instructing her to pay attention to abnormal reactions, Franca concluded that the high-ranking official had been reced by a Mirror Person many years ago.


    "ording to the information gathered, the municipal modifications in Underground Trier, particrly the catbs, were implemented to address the leakage of the Fourth Epoch Trier''s seal. Mirror People had already reced the originals by then, making it reasonable for them to inhabit Trier," Anthony said after some thought. "The problem now is that Mirror People can actually have descendants normally."


    Jenna''s eyes flickered as she interjected, "One more thing. Did a descendant of the Tamara family bring the Mirror World Fragment into the tomb in recent decades? Or was it a special Mirror Person searching for something and ended up perishing in there?


    "Or could it be that before Fourth Epoch Trier sank underground or was sealed, Mirror People were already active on thisnd?"


    Franca hissed and said, "Yourtter conjecture is a little terrifying.


    "Our original deduction was that the special Mirror World stemmed from the War of the Four Emperors, which caused Fourth Epoch Trier to sink. It was closely rted to the Primordial Demoness''s divine descent, Blood Emperor Alista Tudor''s counterattack before death, and the demise of the Demoness of Catastrophe, Krismona. However, if Mirror People had appeared in Fourth Epoch Trier before all of that, the root cause of the problem would be even more mysterious and terrifying."


    Franca couldn''t help but gaze at the makeup mirror in her hand and address the dark mirror, "Am I a descendant of Mirror People?"


    She didn''t expect an answer, knowing that Magic Mirror Divination usually allowed only three questions at most. She merely voiced her thoughts and was concluding the divination.


    The mirror fell silent for a few seconds before resuming, "Your ancestor had nothing to do with Trier."


    Oh, does that mean I can''t be rted to the Mirror People? Wait a moment… Franca''s surprise reverberated in her voice. Then, a sudden realization struck her. "So, you''re not an emotionless answering machine. You don''t have to strictly adhere to the corresponding rules."


    The darkness on the mirror''s surface swiftly dissipated, and the aged voice ceased.


    Franca was left speechless.


    Jenna drew closer to Anthony, her words a hushed murmur, "Did you catch the helplessness in that answer?"


    Anthony cast a subtle nce at Franca and nodded imperceptibly.


    "Hey! Don''t whisper in front of me. I can hear you!" Francained, her Assassin''s keen senses picking up their conversation.


    She swiftly shifted the topic, "Fortunately, it said no. If it was a yes, it would be terrifying.


    "Hmm… Your grandfather or great-grandfather shouldn''t be Trieriens, right?" n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "I''m not even a Trierien myself," Anthony replied.


    Jenna tersely acknowledged.


    "The generation of my father''s and mother''s grandfathers came to Trier."


    Franca breathed a sigh of relief, stating, "Now, the direction of the investigation is clear. The current Minister of Industry, Moran Avigny!"


    She pondered whether to conduct a covert investigation to gather crucial information or to promptly inform 007 and let the Eternal zing Sun Church handle it. Opting for thetter meant potential constraints due to confidentiality principles, limiting her ess to the specific details she could seek from 007.


    …


    Ooo!


    Amidst a whistle, a ship steered into Port Co on the southernmost coastline of the Feynapotter Kingdom.


    It was already mid-November, and Trier was gripped by a cold winter. Although Port Santa demanded thick clothing due to plummeting temperatures, Port Co retained a warm climate. Passersby adorned themselves in fancy short-sleeved shirts and loose pants, exposing their ankles.


    Unlike Port Santa, Port Cocked the tradition of carrying sabers or swords, but Lumian, drawing from her knowledge, knew that the people here were still rambunctious, withrge-scale armed conflicts beingmonce.


    Port Co differed significantly from Port Santa, which thrived on pastures, ins, and mountain range mines. With limited arablend and scarce pastures, the inhabitants originally depended on the sea for their livelihood.


    Over generations, the Church of Earth Mother''s advancements innd development, seed cultivation, and livestock breeding transformed Port Co. While the region achieved a level of self-sufficiency in food production, the rambunctious folk customs endured.


    Nevertheless, Port Co continued to be a major importer of food, serving as one of the primary trade hubs between the Feynapotter Kingdom and the Southern Continent. The bustling port hosted numerous foreigners and stood as a key base for the Harvest Fleet.


    Captain Pedro, standing beside Lumian, observed the lively port scene.


    "It''s the dry season, so the weather isn''t as hot, and there''s not much rain. It''s the mostfortable period in Port Co. You''re wee to visit."


    These words, spoken out of courtesy, hung in the air.


    Lumian, leaning against the shipboard, directed his gaze toward the distant sea, shrouded in what seemed like dark clouds.


    "Is that the Berserk Sea?"


    The Berserk Sea divided the Northern and Southern Continents. Only when Emperor Roselle found a safe sea route could the Northern Continent''s countries cross the sea and reach the Southern Continent.


    Pedro nodded, a hint of solemnity in his voice. "That''s right. Without a captain and sailors familiar with those waters, a ship will undoubtedly be swallowed by the ever-changing and violent weather there. Shipwrecks ur around Port Co every year, iming lives."


    When the majority of the passengers disembarked, Lumian guided Ludwig and Lugano to Captain Pedro''s residence.


    He intended to assess the situation of his eldest daughter, Sh, and her lover before deciding on his next course of action.


    Carrying a suitcase and holding Ludwig''s hand, Lugano trailed closely behind his employer.


    It wasn''t until they left the dock that he realized something startling.


    His employer and the captain were conversing in Hignder!


    Since departing from Port Santa, his employer and most of the ship''s upants had been using Hignder formunication.


    When did he learn Hignder? How had he be proficient in it?


    As Lugano observed his employer''s retreating figure, he fell into a thoughtful silence, absorbing the rtively fluent Hignder being spoken.


    Port Co, 7 White Shark Street, Pedro''s house.


    A five-story building with a green frontwn and a charming garden in the rear, it was home to nearly thirty people under Pedro''s mother''s care.


    Passing through the iron gates, Lumian spotted a couple strolling arm in arm on thewn.


    They were both very young. The woman, in her early twenties, possessed brown hair, brown eyes, and a naturally fair, now-tannedplexion. Although her appearance was remarkable, Lumian, ustomed to interacting with Demonesses and having a beautiful sister, deemed her merely decent.


    The man, in his mid-twenties, had ordinary features, single eyelids, and curly brown hair. d in a white shirt and dark-gray pants, he had very average looks and demeanors that would be lost in a crowd.


    "Sh, let me introduce you. This is the great adventurer, Louis Berry. His legendary experiences will soon reach Co," Pedro joyfully introduced Lumian without a trace of gloominess.


    Sh, sporting a fis hat to shield herself from the sun, approached with curiosity,


    "What kind of legendary experiences?"


    "Does earning 300,000 gold risot from amission count?" Pedro replied, representing Lumian with a smile.


    "300,000 gold risot?" Sh eximed.


    This was a huge fortune for most people in Feynapotter.


    Lumian observed the father-daughter interaction with a smile. In his peripheral vision, he detected a darkening expression on Sh''s lover, a clear sign of displeasure.


    Jealousy, vignce, and worry? If there''s truly something amiss with him, he should be more confident… Lumian mused, unfazed.


    Pedro then introduced Sh''s lover.


    "Flores, Sh''s fiancé. They met in Feynapotter City."


    Feynapotter City, nestled in the hignds, stood as the capital of the Feynapotter Kingdom. Sh had encountered Flores there during her university studies, though Flores hailed from an ordinary family with modest educational qualifications. Havingpleted only elementary grammar school, heter established a grocery store near Hignder University.


    "Greetings," Lumian nodded slightly, exuding the self-assured air of a great adventurer.


    Following the weing banquet, Flores departed from Pedro''s house.


    He ventured into his favorite romantic bar, settling at the counter with a discontented expression.


    While casually surveying the surroundings, he couldn''t help but notice a woman seated two or three spots away.


    Her xen-colored hair was elegantly tied up, and herke-colored eyes held a crystalline glimmer. With a high nose bridge and rosy lips, even her side profile was breathtakingly beautiful.