Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Gaze of Ilroen

The morning sun rose as usual on the second day.

Early in the morning, the door to Miss Vilyric’s room was knocked on “thud thud thud,” causing the black-haired girl, curled up in bed like a little caterpillar, to frown and after a while, slowly sit up with sleepy eyes.

“Who’s there?”

“Um… Miss Xī, someone said he wants to see you.”

Hmm?

The voice, clearly from a certain Little Dragon Daughter, along with that somewhat awkward phrasing, gradually dispelled Vilyric’s last bits of drowsiness. She recalled the arrangements made last night.

So, it must be that guy, showing up quite early; he must have taken what was said before to heart.

After taking off her nightgown and casually putting on the Mask of the God Fox, she quickly got out of bed and ran towards the front door.

Opening the door, she was indeed greeted by the familiar figure of Xiao Guang alongside a suspicious little figure wrapped entirely in a black cloak.

“Who are you?”

Seemingly startled by the girl’s cold tone, the little figure trembled and hurriedly pulled back his hood, revealing a shifty-looking mouse head.

“Uh… M-miss Xī, it’s good to see you again! There was a misunderstanding last night! Let me reintroduce myself; my name is Plakaka! I am… a servant of Lady Vilyric! This White Dragon Lord also knows me and can vouch for it!”

For some reason, Plakaka seemed especially fearful of the certain Miss White Fox, standing in front of Xī with trembling legs, looking as if he could topple over at any moment—who knows what he was afraid of?

Subtly casting a glance at the Little Dragon Daughter beside her, who nodded in understanding right away, Xī then turned around and left without a word.

Of course, Vilyric had already given her dragon a heads-up that Plakaka would be coming this morning; otherwise, the little guy wouldn’t have made it to this door under Xiao Guang’s protection.

Naturally, Xī didn’t know Plakaka, at least not as thoroughly as Vilyric, and being the type not good at acting, it was indeed necessary to talk things through separately.

Clearing her throat with feigned seriousness, Vilyric decided not to spend too much time pretending to be in character and got straight to the point.

“Plakaka, right? Vilyric did mention to me that a little mouse would come by this morning to deliver something for me to look after for a while. So it’s you… Anyway, what do you have? Let’s see it.”

“Uh… this…”

Standing on the soft carpet of the corridor, Mr. Mouse hesitated, glancing around at the other closed doors as if trying to avoid something, and didn’t act immediately on the White Fox lady’s order.

Seeing this, Vilyric nodded to herself.

This guy isn’t too bad; even though he’s scared out of his wits, he hasn’t completely lost his ability to make independent judgments in fear, which is already pretty rare. No wonder Liliya sent him to gather information.

With her evaluation of the mouse, whom she had long known but never had a chance to understand better, rising a notch, the girl nodded calmly and turned on her heels.

“Come in; just remember to close the door.”

Sitting on a sofa not far from the front door, Miss White Fox casually waved her hand, and strange undetectable waves spread out, quickly enveloping the entire Room 3-27. She then glanced at the little guy with beady eyes that had just come in, who was curiously and cautiously surveying the surroundings, and tapped her fingers on the table in front of her.

“This will do; show me what you have. No one will notice.”

“Y-yes, of course…”

Since Miss White Fox had assured him like that, Plakaka naturally didn’t dare question her anymore. He promptly took out the small item he had wrapped in a wooden box and a little self-made leather bag, and after unwrapping it, he placed the item upright on the table in front of the girl.

It was a small statue of the King of Corrosion.

“Umm…”

Vilyric held the demon lord sculpted to the size of a child’s hand, made of some unknown wood, and fiddled with it a bit, yet nothing truly extraordinary happened. Even when she tried to mimic the previous occasion in the Kingdom of Azure by slowly channeling some sp into it, there wasn’t any feedback at all.

In that case, it could be ruled out that it had anything to do with the seal of divine spark fragments like Xi Fu Lin’s case; it didn’t contain any consciousness or divine sense, and even the magical energy fluctuations were not strong.

Of course, the emitted “demonic aura” was quite intense, so intense that if a holy person saw it, they would likely grit their teeth and rush in to “purify” it to bits.

By the way, the so-called demonic aura and magical intensity are not the same thing; rather, they coexist in parallel. If I were to make a comparison, it’s somewhat like the sweetness and fluffiness of a cream tart… or something like that.

If that’s still hard to comprehend, just think of “demonic aura” as “element affinity,” and it should be easy to get; this sculpture doesn’t contain much energy, but the “demonic element” within is very pure.

If a reference were to be provided, it’s hardly inferior to that Enchantment Pearl sold at yesterday’s fair. If placed in the realm of demons, it might even be treated as a sacred object for worship.

This might also explain why the succubus named Chloé was so obsessed with this thing.

Trying to study it on her own for a while, but still lacking clues, Miss Vilyric couldn’t stand the awkwardness and finally had to resort to her old reliable method.

“Information Detection.”

Thus, a flood of information appeared before the girl without any hindrance.

[The Gaze of Ilroen]

[Rank: None]

[Description: A miraculous object forged from the essence of the laws of “Corrosion,” one of the four demon sovereigns, possessing the ability to sense “Corrosion” law fluctuations and cross barriers to guide its positioning.

The King of Corrosion xxx crafted this item and entrusted it to the seventh child, Cloré Ilroen, who was to venture to another world to retrieve the lost treasure, the Enchantment Pearl, hoping it would aid her.

However, as Cloré Ilroen crossed the world channel, the over-concentrated power of the “Gaze of Ilroen” faced severe rejection from the world’s force, putting her in crisis. Weighing her options, she had no choice but to temporarily abandon this item for her own safety.

Afterwards, the “Gaze of Ilroen” fell into the outskirts of Holy Star City in the Holy Empire and was accidentally obtained by Kleisius Summerfield, who had come to investigate the demonic aura in the area and decided to use the pure demonic aura contained within this item to temporarily stabilize the physical conditions of over a dozen half-demon children under his protection.

Two months later, while Kleisius Summerfield was escorting a newly taken in half-demon, the “Gaze of Ilroen” he carried was inadvertently stolen by the mouse man Plakaka. The demonic aura leaked out upon the handover, causing a massive commotion.

After successfully stealing it, Plakaka fled with the item and repeatedly clashed with Cloré Ilroen, who had tracked the aura, ultimately escaping to Mingguang City in the Holy Empire and choosing to hand it over to xx to seek refuge.]

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