"A daily rage..."

Aleister fell into deep thought: "This sounds quite a bit like Moonchild.

"In addition to belonging to the realm of 'crime and punishment,' Rage also belongs to the realm of blood. I think it should be based on the path of love or the ability to transcend the path - either a curse or a ritual.

"

"And here's the problem, Miss Aleister."

Prince Szijjarto's expression was serious.

He picked up the black tea in front of him and placed it on the left side: "If this is a curse, then it means that this disordered rage itself is the goal they want to achieve. But if this is a ritual...

"

Immediately afterwards, he placed three sugar cubes into the empty cup on the right.

He was about to pour the cup of black tea on the left into the empty cup, when he saw Aleister stretched out the teacup and poured in the black tea that he had only taken two sips of, letting the sugar cubes float and gradually dissolve.

The empty teacup turned over and covered the teacup... leaving him unable to see anything except the two teacups that were upside down.

Szijjarto frowned slightly and looked down at Aleister.

Aleister just continued as if nothing had happened: "That means that this is just a 'means'. The other party also wants to use this to achieve other goals...right?"

"……Yes."

Prince Szijjarto nodded and responded: "So I am not afraid that this is a curse, but I am afraid that this is a ritual that I cannot recognize... Because if it is the latter, it means that the chaos they want to stir up is even greater than this matter.

."

As he spoke, he looked down at the teacup covered by the upside-down teacup, frowning and lost in thought.

What is the purpose of Miss Aleister's sudden action...

"You mean," he tried to guess the hints of the young son of the moon, "that this is some kind of hidden conspiracy? We can't see the truth of it because it's all covered up by another ritual.

?”

"It's pretty guessable."

Aleister sneered and stood up.

She turned her head slightly and glanced back at Prince Szijjarto and the astrologer with an unlucky name next to him: "I mean, don't drink tea here - buckle it up so your butt doesn't get stuck here.

on the chair."

After hearing her words, Fenrir smiled dryly: "Miss Aleister, are your words a bit..."

...too vulgar?

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Aleister obviously understood it.

She just sneered: "If you think politeness can solve the problem, you can also ask the eldest ladies at the ball to dance for His Highness the Prince.

"You asked me to kill people - I hope you can have this awareness. Or..."

Aleister looked at Prince Szijjarto: "Don't you think that the current problems in Leipzig can be solved without killing people?"

"...Prepare the car."

After a brief silence, Prince Szijjarto replied decisively: "Let's go back to the White Dove Opera House."

"——Now, Your Highness?"

Fenrir was startled: "But it's too late now! According to the astrology, if we go back now, we will definitely not be able to catch up with anything..."

"Ha, forget your horoscope!"

Aleister smiled wildly, tilting his body slightly as if he was drunk from drinking black tea: "In front of me, that kind of thing is useless.

"I said something's wrong over there - and it's going to go wrong now."

"Uh...okay."

Fenrir was a little helpless, but he obviously had the consciousness of being a subordinate. Seeing Prince Szijjarto's resolute attitude, he immediately took action.

Prince Szijjarto turned to Aleister and asked: "Is it the intuition of the Moon Son? Or is there any evidence?"

——There is no evidence.

Aleister said to himself.

Mainly because as a rule, when I approach this kind of special event, I will always encounter troubles that I get entangled in...

Just like a detective who always encounters cases when he goes out... Although her problems seem to be due to some "too heavy cause and effect", at least the performance is the same.

Although Aleister couldn't directly choose one of the three, and then choose the only one with an alibi... But she could at least be sure that as long as there was trouble of this level in Leipzig, she would not be able to get rid of it. It would happen sooner or later.

Tangled up on oneself.

She absolutely didn't believe that because she was abducted by His Highness the Prince before entering the house to listen to the music, the matter could end like this - apart from anything else, the honey badger was not the one she brought with her, so was the trouble she encountered there.

the same.

Although Aleister himself has the extremely real false identity of "Aleister Crowley", the honey badger's identity is completely false.

Although she was really going to be interrogated about her identity, she, the master assassin, would probably just kill her with her unparalleled weapon, but that would definitely cause trouble for Hawkeye and further lower the reputation of the Hawkeye organization... After all, the path to the fifth level is

The remnants of the power are too clear, and there are a lot of astrologers in Star Antimony.

——Please don’t find out about me, otherwise I will have to kill you all to achieve perfect stealth.

"Wrong name."

Thinking of this, Aleister sighed: "It's a pity."

She shouldn't be named Ezio, she should be named Connor.

"……What?"

Prince Szijjarto was not sure whether he was ignored and not answered, or whether this was Aleister's answer. He felt a little confused for a moment.

"You, this person, are too logical."

After forcing Selene, who seemed to be resisting due to motion sickness, back into the car, Aleister sighed and reached out to take out the makeup mirror on his chest.

The mirror flashed, and Aleister transformed into Ms. Bayard again.

The childish voice suddenly became hoarse and magnetic because of this: "Is this a common problem among you alchemists? Or is it the fate of the Balancer...

"I have a sister who has the same problem as you - Balancers are used to analyzing the world rationally, and their thinking tends to become rigid because of this."

"…rigid?"

Prince Szijjarto murmured and repeated.

But he obviously cared about alchemy, so he subconsciously retorted: "Assuming that by analyzing the world, we finally get the 'grand formula' that explains everything, then there shouldn't be any problems."

"...It turns out you are an alchemist from the 'Grand Formula' faction. It's really rare."

Aleister smiled.

The "Grand Formula" faction is also known as the "balancer closest to the path of wisdom." Their balancing act is also for analysis, and analysis is also for application, but they are trying to find a "universal solution"

”, an “ultimate answer that can explain all problems”. And this can often be understood as the “truth” pursued by the path of wisdom.

Even if it is not compared to the Star Antimony style alchemists... just compared to other alchemists, this can be considered a rare faction.

"I also studied Star Antimony Alchemy for a while."

Prince Szijjarto refuted: "At least I still believe in the way of Star Antimony."

"Really? The Way of Star Antimony is the way to transcendence... If you really understood the Way of Star Antimony, you wouldn't be confused at all now." Aleister leaned on the seat in the back row, holding Selene

He picked her up and put her head into his chest.

"……What?"

Prince Szijjarto, who was sitting in the front seat, turned back with questions on his face.

At this moment, he only felt that Miss Aleister was a pure riddler who didn't speak human language at all.

However, what he didn't know was... from Aleister's point of view, every word she said could actually be understood literally.

"It's very simple," Aleister said casually, "You don't have to worry about whether it's a curse or a ritual, and you don't have to try to break it - they are in the dark, you are in the open; they set traps, you dismantle the traps, this is

Where is the head?"

"what do you mean……"

"——Just come to the door."

Aleister replied: "Rituals belong to the path of transcendence, and the transcendents of Star Antimony are basically demonologists. Half of the curses belong to the path of transcendence, and half belong to the path of love... The former is a demonologist and a magician, and the latter

The latter is the witch and the son of the moon."

"...So who should we go to?"

Unknowingly, Prince Szijjarto had fallen into the position of a subordinate.

But there's nothing I can do about it...

Because Miss Aleister's thinking speed progresses too fast.
To be continued...