Chapter 238
What Jenna had just done was call a diviner from the organization and have her look into what exactly made the mission so easy for Oliver.
A diviner was extremely special, blessed by the Great Oracle, and capable of seeing the future, delving into the past, or influencing the present with their abilities.
One of their best skills was finding or detecting something. It was nearly impossible to completely conceal your traces from a diviner’s power unless protected by another diviner shielding your fate.
Paula was an expert diviner and one of Jenna’s close friends; she could easily find what had occurred at that location or reveal the mission’s purpose.
Jenna refrained from asking for details of the exact events, as that would breach Oliver’s privacy, and she wasn’t interested in resorting to such tactics.
All she wanted to know was the rank mission, and she received the details soon enough.
“A chimera egg? Dark alchemists were involved?” Her brow furrowed as she read the report.
She realized this matter was far from simple, especially for a novice exorcist. Even among rank missions, this one was particularly challenging.
The organization must have considered Oliver’s prestigious background and the Mystic Purge Clan when assigning this to him.
But according to Paula’s findings, the chimera egg had been hidden by a special barrier technique that concealed it from the naked eye.
It should have been impossible for a Rank-1 exorcist to see through it.
“Did he use an artifact? Or maybe… something unique to the Mystic Purge bloodline?” She pondered, her mind racing with possibilities.
A chimera, possibly Rank-2 or Rank-3, had been defeated by Oliver just like that? It was hard to believe.
Her curiosity about his methods was strong, but she suppressed it. Spying on her subordinates would diminish her dignity as their leader.
She pressed her forehead, a smirk forming on her lips. “Oliver… that little kid. He never ceases to surprise me. A boy full of mysteries.”
“Hahaha…”
She chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with both admiration and intrigue.
The kneeling man couldn’t help but feel flustered. He had never heard her laugh like this before. She always exuded an air of strictness and authority, yet she was laughing now.
“What happened afterward?” She paused and looked down.
“Pardon?” The man was caught off guard by her sudden question but quickly responded.
“After that, he suddenly left the playground. He seemed to have found the link to the chimera and went straight after the dark alchemists.”
He glanced up and saw Jenna’s smile widen, so he continued.
“It was a reckless move, I could tell. He rushed in without investigating the enemies’ strength.”
Jenna maintained her smile, wondering if it was really reckless or a well-thought-out plan he had devised beforehand.
“Then, he entered the basement where the dark alchemists were. I didn’t follow, in case he sensed me, but I stayed on high alert. Time passed with no signs of action, which prompted me to check if everything was fine. But when I entered the basement…”
“…All I saw was a black burning page.”
“Hmm? And?” she asked.
“And, the heretics were lying unconscious. He had exorcised the man and placed a rough block on the female heretic to prevent her corruption. Before I could investigate further, I sensed multiple presences—all exorcists. It seems he reported the incident to the local police, so I had to retreat.”
“Young master Oliver was nowhere to be found…”
Jenna’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing through them as she processed this information.
“Interesting. A black burning page, you say? And he disappeared suddenly… So they had a teleportation scroll with them, huh?”
She spoke with a sharp expression.
“A teleportation scroll!? Miss, then young master…!” The man fell silent, realizing the implications.
“If that’s the case, then there’s no telling where he might have been sent without knowing the coordinates. Quite the predicament, and I just asked Paula too.” She sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“Miss, what if young master is in danger?” he asked, unable to hide his concern. If something happened to Oliver, Jenna would suffer a huge loss directly.
“Hmm…” Jenna tapped the desk thoughtfully. “I highly doubt it, given the circumstances you described. He had already exorcised both heretics. Chances are, he used the teleportation scroll voluntarily,” she reasoned.
“He used it knowingly!? What sort of madness…!” the man blurted out.
Jenna looked at him calmly, saying nothing.
His reaction was understandable. Using a teleportation scroll with unknown coordinates was akin to courting death.
Even great adventurers would hesitate to take such a gamble.
For all they might know, they could land in a lava pool or somewhere worse.
But she couldn’t deny that Oliver’s willingness to take such a risk spoke volumes about his courage—and perhaps, his recklessness.
It was a very risky move by Oliver. What could his reason be for taking such a chance?
Jenna’s expression grew serious.
“No matter what, I need to make sure he’s still alive.”
Oliver was too valuable an asset for her to lose. She would spend her extensive resources if it meant ensuring his safety.
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Meanwhile…
“P-please s-spare m-me… great l-lord…”
“Do it.”
“NO…!”
Splatter!
A fountain of blood erupted as one of the slaves was beheaded by the butcher demon wielding a blood-stained, serrated knife. The demon, with jagged teeth protruding from his mouth and cruel, sunken eyes, wore an apron soaked in old blood and bits of rotting flesh. His grin widened with each swing, savoring the thickening terror in the air.
“Ahh… w-we a-are going to die…”
A man, his neck choked by a thick, rusted collar, whimpered as he watched the headless corpse collapse, his eyes dull with horror. Dressed in filthy rags, he clutched at his collar as if it could protect him from his inevitable fate. His tear-streaked face and trembling body mirrored the hopelessness that gripped the crowd.
Though they had long endured the demons’ cruelty, the reality of their impending deaths shattered whatever shards of courage or pride they had clung to. Death was now within reach, a blood-soaked executioner dragging them, one by one, toward that final, agonizing moment.