306 Chapter 223: Tingen's New history 1/3

Monday, August 13 of 1349, Tingen.

Blackthorn Security Company. Noon.

Klein had arrived a few minutes ago to switch shifts with Kenley White but according to the receptionist Rozanne the man had gone on a mission along with the Captain and Leonard Mitchell but that they should be back soon.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, he took a soft sip of the bitter coffee, controlling his expression so as not to frown, the Clown lowered the mug to the table and grabbed last week's newspaper, and began to read it.

He had read this newspaper so many times that he had already memorized the entire front page and could recite it from memory.

This was not a news item from Tingen but one from the Capital of the Loen Kingdom, Backlund.

'If I didn't know what Mr. Chariot's other appearance was, I would even dare to say that if he were still in my world he could be a superstar with just his face...'

He couldn't deny that the Tarot Club Bully was disgustingly handsome.

Looking at the face on the cover, Klein was still in utmost disbelief. 

'That Mr. Chariot was all this time James Holmes or rather Adryan Kenway... Hehe... a pirate killed another pirate...' Klein joked internally and couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his silly joke.

Shaking his head, the Clown's mind returned his attention to a detail that was confusing him...

'According to the newspaper, Mr. Chariot's mask was broken during the fight with Qilangos... Isn't Mr. Chariot high sequence? Then what is that thing I saw in the divination? Then what was it?' 

Klein refused to believe that Chariot was not high sequence, all the knowledge he had indicated that!

'Maybe he got overconfident and in a slip, Qilangos managed to hit him?' 

The sound of the door opening caught Klein's attention who turned and watched as Captain Dunn Smith, Leonard Mitchell accompanied by Kenley White entered returning from the mission.

The poet's romantic green eyes looked at the Clown on the couch with a smile.

"Good morning partner! Hope you weren't bored without-" 

His words died at the sight of what the man held in his hands. 

The man's thin eyebrows twitched for a second and his smile looked strained, but recovering, his smile returned to his classic poetic grin.

Quickly moving to the couch, he sat down next to Klein and draped his arm over his shoulder.

" Are you still reading this old news? I know the news about the famous Holmes is interesting but you've been rereading this for the last week."

At the closeness, Klein controlled his face from frowning a little uncomfortably at the sudden physical contact but it passed quickly. Looking bored at his friend beside him, Klein let out a sigh and shook his head.

"This sort of thing interests me. And without having much else to read this is the best option to pass the time." 

'It's not because I still can't believe that this is the first time I've seen the face of one of the Tarot Club members...' He added in his heart.

"So it's like this~?" Leonard said in a sweet tone squinting his eyes.

"Wouldn't it be because your tastes make you that you can't help but look at Adryan Kenway's face?" 

Being a modern person, what the poet was implying had a much harsher impact on Klein.

At the mere thought, Klein's face turned pale and his expression was one of highly comical and exaggerated horror.

'Me with Mr. Chariot?!!!!! I'd rather die!' Klein screamed in his mind in complete indignation. 

Besides he was straight!!!

No matter how handsome Chariot was, he could never compete with a woman's figure!

But recovering quickly he used his Clown ability to control his face.

All that had lasted only an instant.

"I don't understand what you mean Leonard." Feigning ignorance, Klein replied as he placed the newspaper on the table somewhat heavily as he grabbed his coffee cup, and took another sip of the bitter liquid.

The Poet's smile turned mischievous and he patted the Clown's shoulder.

"Come on I was just kidding~ To make it up to you let me tell you about today's mission!"

Watching the younger Nighthawks interact, Kenley turned to look at Dunn Smith with a knowing look.

Dunn only looked at the man for a few seconds before one corner of his mouth turned up.

"Captain, I'll be on my way out now. I set up a romantic rendezvous with my fiance and I don't want to be late."

Dunn nodded calmly at the request.

"No problem Kenley. Have a good time."

Kenley smiled and turned to leave but barely took 3 steps before he stopped.

"Captain. Would you allow me to give you a little advice?"

A little confused, Dunn replied.

"Of course."

"You should ask Madam Daly out soon. If you don't perhaps someone will beat you to it and take her from you."

A blush blossomed on the face of the Captain who looked a little dazed at the man.

"K-Kenley what are you talking about?" Dunn asked a little crossly.

Ignoring his Captain's question, he continued.

"Captain. We can all see how you look at her, plus every time she stays here for a while you have a silly grin on your face. On top of that it's obvious that Madam Daly feels the same way about you." 

The blush on Dunn's face grew until it reached his ears.

"It's not as easy as you think..."

"Captain. It's a leap of faith, believe me, I know. If you don't do it you may regret it all your life." Kenley hung up again before turning away and before leaving the room he said one last thing.

"Just remember to invite me to your wedding!" 

Poom*

Staring at the closed door, Dunn Smith looked down at his feet in embarrassment.

Turning around he tried to enter his office but his gray eyes met brown and green eyes.

Klein Moretti and Leonard Mitchell looked with knowing smiles at Dunn Smith who blushed harder.

"I'll be in my office if you need anything."

Without another word, Dunn entered his office and closed the door tightly.

Klein and Leonard's smiles didn't disappear but turning to look at each other, neither could contain it any longer.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Dunn could only sink into his desk in shame.

..

After that embarrassing episode, Klein and Leonard were playing cards in the living room.

From the sour look on Leonard's face, it was clear that he was losing.

"You give up?" Klein asked with a serene smile as he looked down at his cards.

Leonard snorted and smiled.

"In your dreams."

Knock* Knock* Knock* Knock*

Before they could continue playing, a soft knock on the door sounded.

Letting out a sigh, Klein rose from his seat as he placed his cards face down.

"I'll go."

Leonard nodded somewhat disappointed that his game was over as he also placed his cards face down.

"All yours." The poet said as he stretched and his back thundered with a satisfying crack.

Walking to the door, Klein calmly grabbed the handle and opened the door.

His pupils constricted and if it weren't for his face control he would have screamed.

In front of him stood a young woman with blonde hair and big eyes, a big smile, dressed in a simple blue dress and a huge pregnant belly.

"Oh, Mr. Moretti, we meet again. Sorry for the inconvenience but could you let me pass?" Megose asked with a smile caressing her stomach lovingly.

Behind her, a pale Rozanne looked at him in sheer terror and trembling.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in the suburbs.

The Red Gloves were trying to investigate Stewart Street because one of the spirits of Daly Simone saw someone really similar to Megose moving around here.

The streets were empty and had a dark and gloomy air as if a monster could attack at any second. 

Crestet Cesimir who was carrying his usual briefcase in his hand and with his classic close-cropped golden-brown hair in the open air without any hat.

His blackish-green eyes looked seriously ahead, his grip on the briefcase handle tightened and his brow furrowed.

'Something is wrong...' The Demigod thought feeling uneasy. His eyes were looking around him for any irregularities.

The connection he had with the sword in his briefcase made his intuition sharper than a normal Demigod of his pathway and thanks to this he could sense that something was going to happen.

Squinting, the man turned to Daly Simone and ordered.

"Get back as soon as you can to Blackthorn. Something happened."

Shaded blue eyes widened slightly before a frown creased and Daly nodded determinedly.

"Understood."

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Before Daly could start on her way to Blackthorn, the sound of clapping sounded down the street and a dark blond-haired man blind in one eye emerged from an alley.

"You always were a very observant bastard Cecimir."

The pupils of those present widened. The briefcase in the demigod's hands opened and a white bone sword came out of it.

Gripping the cold handle of it, Cecimir glared at the man he once called friend.

"Do you have any idea what you have done?!"

Ince Zangwil smiled arrogantly at the demigod and shook his head. And before any of the Red Gloves could do anything, he pulled a Quill out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

"This is all the Church's fault, if they had let me advance this would never have happened."

"You lost your head old friend but don't worry, I'll make it quick." Cecimir said and the sword in his hand glowed holy.

The team around him prepared to attack but before anyone could do anything, the shadows in the street came to life and rushed towards them!

Cecimir looked away from Ince and made a slash with his sword and a wave of light came out cutting through the darkness and blocking the surprise attack.

Returning his gaze to where Ince was, Cecimir saw bitterly how no one was there anymore.

The shadows that were cut off moved like a river of darkness to the center of the street in front of the Red Gloves and came together. The darkness rose and quickly took human form.

A handsome man in his thirties, with a sharp nose and peach-shaped eyes. He wore a black robe with a necklace from which hung an inverted cross.

His name is Ludwing, Saint of The Fallen!

A Dark Knight of Sequence 4 and One of the 7 saints of the Aurora Order!

"You came to finish off the Mother of our Messia. For that, you must die." His voice was dark and heavy, it had a rasp in it.

Cecimir and his team stood on guard.

"Daly go as fast as you can to support the Nighthawks. I sense that Ince Zangwill's real target is there." 

Daly didn't think twice and followed her captain's order. She quickly turned around and summoned one of her spirits which was a black panther, she mounted it and quickly took off in the direction of the Nighthawks.

But before she could leave the street, another shadow moved and Daly barely had time to command the spirit to dodge by jumping backwards.

Emerging from the shadows in front of Daly, a tall man covered by a robe and a hood obscuring his face smiled at the woman.

"Heretics must not leave the place before they receive their just punishment."

Mr. A spoke up joining the battle.