The recent incident at the Yellow Hotel on Mitchell Street, known for the strange mysterious suicides, was recently confirmed to have ended in a massive explosion.
According to reports, the sorcerers of the Moonlight Watchers Faculty assisted with the investigation and helped contain any unexpected dangers.
Normally, the sorcerers who work alongside the police disclose their names. However, this time the Faculty chose to withhold their identities and instead announced the death of a fallen hero during the battle.
In other news, more and more locomotive routes and other forms of transportation leading from Betyl, the central region of Katalion, to other countries and states, have been getting more and more closed.
Many citizens have expressed fear over these developments.
"What in Skywalker is the new Duke doing?"
The newspaper was being read by a man sitting alone on a bench in the street, his expression solemn.
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Montmartre Heights, Defent Street, Celestial Brigade. March 30th.
With the crimson rays of the sun falling across the streets of the Celestial Brigade Faculty, Benson sat steadily at his computer, a cup of coffee in his hand as he drank from it while continuing to type.
He was checking crime reports from across the city, trying to confirm his suspicion that Betyl was the one truly meant to be attacked.
But to his shock, there were no reports of crimes or any of the strange letter-formed killings.
He sighed and thought for a moment before stopping his typing and pulling out his phone.
He planned to call the Moonlight Watchers Faculty and warn them to be careful.
But as soon as he tried, he froze. Then he called again. And again.
Apparently, the lines to both the Crimson Choir and the Moonlight Watchers Faculty were closed.
No… it was more than that, the communication systems of Betyl, the central region of Katalion, had been completely shut down.
Trying to confirm this, he opened his laptop and searched for live news broadcasts and online interactions from Betyl, but immediately as he did that, he found nothing, everything connected to interaction with Betyl was closed.
Benson immediately knew something was wrong.
He quickly stood up and walked to his typewriter, attempting to send a letter.
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Betyl, Everise Street, the King's Mansion.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon in Betyl, and the sun was high in the sky.
In her room, Catherine, with her black hair falling over her shoulders, was sorting through clothes from her wardrobe alongside her maid, Gloria.
This was no ordinary day.
It was the anniversary of the kingdom's founding by the great King of Betyl, Bethlehem, whose face was now on the euro, and also on the coin.
Bethlehem had ruled from 1900 to 1950 and was remembered as the monarch who discovered and established the kingdom.
Coincidentally, the anniversary fell on this very day.
The sounds of people outside could be heard as they paraded through the grounds of the mansion.
"I don't think I like this one. The dress Father bought for me from Berolina is much prettier than this. Even the one in our other house near Plasmir is finer." Catherine said as she examined a dress.
Gloria, who was helping the young Catherine sort through her things, forced herself not to make any inward comments, feeling that the princess was subtly showing off.
Taking out another dress, she asked, "what about this one, Lady Catherine?"
Lady Catherine, who was bent down, looked at it and quickly perked up.
It felt as though her maid could read her mind.
What Gloria held in her hands was a golden shirt and a pair of white pants.
Ever since she was young, Catherine had never liked dresses and had always preferred pants.
She was so excited that her friend and second mother knew exactly what she wanted.
Taking the outfit from her, Catherine immediately held it up against herself and inspected it.
Then she ran forward and hugged the maid. "You're the best."
After that, she turned and looked out the window at the people waiting to see the King and the princess.
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Lamenti, Moonlight Watchers Faculty.
Beep! Beep!
The sound of a typewriter echoed through an empty room within the Moonlight Watchers Faculty.
Its faint glow brightened the dark space, which was covered in cobwebs and looked as though it had been abandoned for years.
The typewriter lit up three times, but no one came to receive the letter.
Meanwhile, deep within the underground facility of the Faculty, Lumian lay on a bed behind iron bars.
Lumian had been here since yesterday and had undergone a thorough interrogation. Of course, he answered honestly with everything he knew.
Before coming here, he had also informed his siblings and told them he would be spending the night at the Faculty so they wouldn't worry.
Using the little free time he had, he learned quite a few things.
For example, he had begun studying the spell Mr. Hayes had given him and could now implement parts of it.
Of course, he still had no one to test it on.
He had also spent some time talking to the eidolon in his head and discovered that he could summon the creature through synchronization.
In simple terms, they needed to synchronize with the same "ideas."
More importantly, today was March 30th. The day St. Mary had declared that everyone would die.
Lying on the bed, Lumian thought about the situation and felt a genuine sense of fear.
He remembered the area in Lamenti that had been completely cleared out, as though preparations were being made for a major event.
He remembered the words of St. Mary.
He also tried to recall what he had been thinking about when he received that dream of the coming disaster.
But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with anything.
With a sigh, he sat up and looked around. The room was small, containing only a bed and a toilet.
He was exhausted, but there was still a trace of happiness in him.
After all, at any moment now, he would be released.
...
He thought for a moment and finally stood up to take care of business.
Walking over to the toilet, he finished up before turning around with a satisfied expression.
But as he turned, his gaze landed on a picture hanging on the wall.
It showed a man and woman smiling happily in wedding attire.
The corners of his lips curved upward as he thought inwardly, might just be like them very soon, heh.
He was about to sit back down when his eyes suddenly widened.
Wait... a wedding? Thinking of it, I did think of a wedding before going to sleep that time, and it was Mr. Richard's wife to be exact.
And thinking about it, the dream mentioned a big event, and what could be a bigger event than a wedding?
And that was the only big event-related thing I thought of before I slept.
Wait, she gave me the poster.
I think I can remember the address in Lamenti.
Skywalker... the disaster begins at Mrs. Richard's wedding. Something must be going very wrong at that wedding.
At that point, Lumian's hands had started trembling as the situation of March 30th kept echoing in his head.
He looked outside the metal bars and up at the clock, where he noticed that it was 3. And of course, the wedding would still be in progress.
Lumian was very scared and uncertain about the situation as he paced up and down the cell.
But just then, he heard footsteps echoing from downstairs.
It was time for him to be freed!
The person's figure gradually appeared. She had a pale face and blonde hair and was one of the Faculty's unofficial members.
With a professional expression, she opened the cage door.
And almost immediately, Lumian broke into a run.
...
At the same time, the wedding in Lamenti was already reaching its climax.
The house, which had once been demolished and now an environment, was now fully decorated and filled with people wearing cheerful expressions as they looked toward the two people standing on the platform.
The bishop smiled and declared with the solemnity of a priest. "And do you take him to be your husband, in good times and bad times?"
"1."
Meanwhile, Lumian was still running through the streets.
Mrs. Richard looked at the man standing before her and replied with complete sincerity. "Yes I do."
The bishop then turned to the man and asked. "And do you take her to be your dear wife?"
The man nodded. "Yes, I do."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curved upward slightly.
"2."
At that point, Lumian was very close to the area, just a few steps away. Looking up, he saw the couple now holding hands, gazing at each other affectionately.
He still couldn't understand what could possibly make a wedding such a disaster.
Was it the husband? Was it Mrs. Richard? Lumian thought inwardly as he kept running.
Finally, he reached the venue just after the kiss, as everyone began clapping.
But Lumian was still very afraid, he stared at them from the crowd, his eyes widened with fear.
For some reason, nothing had happened yet, but that only made him feel even more uneasy.
His hands and body were shaking heavily, and sweat dripped from his face onto the ground.
"3."
After a moment, Lumian suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy erupt and spread through the surroundings, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
It felt as though he was the only one present, surrounded by darkness.
He also sensed that the spiritual fluctuations had changed.
Slowly, he looked down at the ground, fear still written on his face as his mouth quivered uncontrollably.
The seal between the laby and the human world had been broken, allowing curses to spill into this world.
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Everise Street, the King's Mansion.
The afternoon in Betyl was especially noisy, with the city in full celebration for the kingdom's anniversary.
The King, dressed in royal red robes and white gloves, stood on the balcony waving at the crowd below, accompanied by Catherine, the bodyguards, and even the maids.
It was a truly wholesome and beautiful sight.
The King looked especially happy today as he smiled at his daughter, who smiled back at him.
But in the midst of all that, something unexpected happened, the great King Mathew was suddenly stabbed from behind.