Scarlet Moon Goddess Irina

In the room, Irina turned on the light and examined the items laid out on the table. There weren't many things recovered from Frederick's body—a letter, a bottle of potion, a pen, and 345 Fels.

Fels is the common currency of the Kingdom of Night; it is paper money with a bluish-gray tint, printed with King Dawn VII's portrait. The only difference among various denominations is their numerical value. In the 345 Fels before her, there were three 100-value notes, four 10-value notes, and one 5-value note.

As for the other items…

Irina reached out to touch them one by one. When her hand brushed against the pen, she suddenly found the light in the room unbearably dazzling—so much so that it filled her with an intense, almost irrational fear.

"Ah…" she cried out and instinctively stepped back. Yet when she let go of the pen, her state returned to normal.

This is an Extraordinary device, she thought. Deep down, Irina understood, and her eyes fell back to the pen, though she dared not touch it again. The negative side effect of this Extraordinary device appears to be that it induces a fear of bright light. No wonder, when she previously used her Ignition ability against Frederick, it inflicted such severe damage—the flames erupted right before his eyes, and because he carried that pen, they were especially blinding for him.

Irina then turned her attention to the remaining two items, starting with the letter.

She opened the envelope, revealing a long passage:

"Dear Teacher,

I have received the information regarding the Magician Advancement Ceremony you told me about, and I am very grateful for it. However, the requirement for a Magician's advancement is to complete a performance that goes undetected. I haven't yet figured out how to execute such a performance, but I believe it won't be long before I break through as a Spirit-Sensitizer and become a Magician.

Also, Teacher, in the Iris Street area of Central Seraphite, I discovered a meeting place for Extraordinaires—a place where prohibited items and content are traded, essentially a black market. This location is highly illicit, and its exact address is…

I once hid my identity to participate, spending all my savings to acquire an Extraordinary device called the 'Door-Painting Pen.' This device is no ordinary tool—I found that the door it draws cannot even be detected by Silverleaf Academy's own Extraordinary device. However, the negative side effect of the Door-Painting Pen is rather annoying, which is why I rarely carry it with me…

Your devoted disciple,

Frederick Morey."

Though the letter's content was not extensive, it contained a wealth of information.

Reading it, Irina fell into deep thought. Even with her limited means, she could deduce that the teacher mentioned in Frederick's letter could not be the deceased Robony. So who might this teacher be? And will he cause trouble for her in the future?

Moreover, was Frederick originally a Level-2 Spirit-Sensitizer? Could Spirit-Sensitizers actually fire air bullets? And within the advancement path for Spirit-Sensitizers, is there even an option to become a Magician?

At the thought, Irina furrowed her brow. According to the letter, the Magician Advancement Ceremony merely required a performance that went unnoticed—it did not necessarily involve murder. Yet Frederick chose to kill Robony in an attempt to complete his advancement!

"What a dangerous person," Irina whispered. Fortunately, this individual was now gone forever.

She then reviewed the rest of the letter, and once she had committed every detail to memory, she decisively activated her Ignition ability, completely incinerating the letter. Although she did not know why Frederick's letter had never been mailed—there was no return address on the envelope—her intuition told her that keeping it was unwise.

Finally, Irina examined the bottle of potion and identified it as a paralyzing potion, an ordinary alchemical product.

After stowing away the paralyzing potion and the Fels, Irina turned off the light and put away the Door-Painting Pen. Then, with a yawn, she left the room.

Though many events had transpired, none deterred her from her planned night raid.

Quietly entering Feilin's room, Irina tiptoed to the bed. Like a koala, she wrapped her arms around Feilin's soft body, inhaling the ever-present scent of milk.

So comforting…

She held on a little tighter, resting her head against Feilin's chest, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

…

"Highness? Princess Highness?"

In her drowsy state, Irina heard Feilin's voice and slowly opened her eyes.

Feilin stood there with a stern expression. "Highness, when did you enter my room? You… never mind, just get up."

"Feilin, hehe…" Irina regained her senses, blushing as she smiled awkwardly, then changed into a dress in the sunlight streaming through the window.

While washing up, Irina checked her Extraordinary Panel and saw that her remaining experience points were only… 90 points?

Her steps faltered for a moment—a flash of confusion: Why had she not gained any sleep-sharing experience today? Was it because she went to bed too late, failing to meet the time requirement, or does sleep-sharing not count unless the target gives consent?

For a moment, Irina felt utterly drained.

After finishing her wash, Irina approached the dining table. There, as always, were her previous favorite items—milk and fried eggs—which she did not dislike.

"Highness, from now on I will lock the door when I sleep, so please refrain from doing any extra things," Feilin said from beside her.

"What did you say? Lock the door?" Irina couldn't help exclaiming, "That's too much—how can you lock the door?"

"Where is it excessive? I… it seems we have a guest. Please, Highness, mind your manners."

Feilin was about to say more when she heard the doorbell and hurried off toward the front courtyard.

Irritated, Irina watched Feilin's retreating figure. If Feilin insisted on not sleeping with her, wouldn't that mean she'd lose 100 experience points every day? Such a loss was absolutely unacceptable!

Thinking of this, Irina bit into her fried egg heavily.

After just a few bites, she heard footsteps behind her and turned around.

The newcomer was tall, with brown hair and blue eyes—none other than Grace Mingteneva from the Mysterious Bureau.

"Beautiful Princess, I'm delighted to see you again," Grace greeted with a proper gentlemanly bow.

Catching a glimpse of Feilin's look, Irina had no choice but to rise from her chair, lifting her dress to perform a refined curtsey. "It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Grace. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Grace smiled warmly, "It's regarding yesterday's events. Since Frederick has fled, we must find a way to track him down. We need to question anyone who might know him in order to deduce his escape route."

Irina shook her head regretfully. "It's very unfortunate—I'm not familiar with Frederick at all. Yesterday, at Mr. Robony's banquet, it was my first time meeting him."

"That's a pity," Grace replied, then added, "Have you heard any rumors about Frederick, Your Highness?"