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Chapter 752: Detective Group, Another Strike!

“Lily, Lily, have you heard?” Mystery Moon burst into the bedroom and leaned close enough that her face nearly touched Lily’s. “Something happened in the school district!”

“Stand back. You’re blocking my light.” Lily pushed Mystery Moon’s face away and returned to adjusting her microscope’s focal length. She sighed inwardly. Today’s duplicate test was going to be ruined again.

“There was an explosion and a big fire. Who do you think was responsible? The church or the demons?”

“The church has been defeated by His Majesty, and the demons are thousands of kilometers away from us!” Lily glanced up at her, impatient. “It was probably some idiot who stole chemical lab waste and brought it into a classroom.”

Such things had happened before. Two weeks ago, a researcher had brought failed gun cotton home to use as kindling for his stove. His child had accidentally ignited it and nearly burned the house to the ground. When word reached the castle, His Majesty had blown up—his voice loud enough to echo through every corridor. After that, the chemical lab regulations had been substantially tightened. Lily had seen the new rules through Scroll: what had been a thin sheet of parchment had become a book as thick as an adult’s forefinger.

“But this time there was an explosion,” Mystery Moon said with great feeling. “How can you be so indifferent to what happens in Neverwinter? This is our home!”

“Stop pretending. You’re just too curious to wait.”

“That’s why we should leave it to more professional people,” Lily said sharply. “What I’m doing here is also for the development of Neverwinter.” A pause. “And all you’ve been doing is interfering with my experiments and idling around.”

“Oh?” Mystery Moon smiled strangely. “And what have you achieved so far?”

“Er…” Lily felt the air go out of her.

“Nothing, right? You’ve been staring at that microscope for more than a year and done nothing useful for His Majesty—while my electromagnetic power has brought light to the city so people can work through the night.” She held her nose high. “But I, as always, don’t dislike you, my old friend. Finding out the truth is also doing His Majesty a favor.”

“Please dislike me,” Lily replied spitefully.

She still didn’t know why she kept failing to transform the parent population into specific types of tiny worms. She had managed to control the shape of parent worms and make them resemble her target worm as closely as she could observe—and still she failed. Some element was missing between the parent and the target, but she couldn’t find what it was. So she had spent most of her time at the microscope since her ability evolved, healing cold plagues when they came and staring down that eyepiece for everything else. The fact that she could neither promote productivity the way Anna and Soraya could, nor bring joy to everyone the way Evelyn could, still rankled.

She did genuinely enjoy observing the intricate world invisible to the naked eye. But she didn’t want to be a freeloader—not that she would ever say so aloud.

The thought that even Mystery Moon had surpassed her in practical contribution was almost physically unpleasant.

“No—I’m sorry.” Mystery Moon immediately shifted tactics. Her beseeching face reappeared and she seized one of Lily’s arms, nearly tearful. “Just keep me company. It won’t hurt anything to take a short walk. You’ll suffocate if you stay indoors all day.”

Lily found it difficult to refuse her when she acted this way.

She pulled her arm free and looked at her, sighing. “Fine. But don’t cause trouble for His Majesty or Sister Nightingale.”

“I promise!”

How had she not noticed how clingy Mystery Moon became once they were properly friends? If she’d known, she would have insisted on being paired with Leaf or Scroll.

“So are we going now?” Lily asked.

“Wait just a bit. Some of the other sisters want to come too. I’ll round them up.” Mystery Moon rushed out—and returned fifteen minutes later with a trail of witches behind her. “Everyone’s here! Let’s go!”

Lily stared at the five witches. “You brought this many people?”

“We want to help, too!” Amy raised her hand, her face brighter and more eager even than Mystery Moon’s.

“If His Majesty permits…” Margie said, a little timid.

“And I…” Vanilla started, then trailed off. No need to wonder why she’s here—Mystery Moon dragged her, Lily thought.

“What Mystery Moon described sounds interesting,” Evelyn offered. Even Evelyn? Doesn’t she have the tavern to check?

“I’ll go along, same as last time with the test papers.” Summer said it last, looking nervous but more eager than she’d been that time. “I won’t use my power with someone watching.”

Doomed. Mystery Moon has enchanted every last one of them. And she recruited them all for one real reason—to spread the blame in case His Majesty is displeased.

But Lily felt better seeing Summer here. If Nightingale or the Ministry of Justice had needed Summer at the scene, they would have taken her already. The fact that she was still here meant the school accident wasn’t catastrophic—which matched what Lily had suspected. Whatever happened, it had witnesses and hadn’t caused irreversible harm.

She gave up arguing and agreed to go.


Margie summoned the Magic Ark to carry the party to the school district. Through the Ark’s roof, Lily could see the ground above them clearly—a peculiar pleasure, like looking up from underwater at a rippling sea surface.

A police cordon had been stretched around the school, black-uniformed officers standing at every crossing. For the Magic Ark, the barrier meant nothing. They passed through streets and walls alike and surfaced inside the school grounds.

It had originally been a mansion belonging to a Stronghold aristocrat. His Majesty had expanded it into Neverwinter’s elementary institution. Unlike the residential district’s red brick and cement, most rooms here were still built of wood. The fire was long out by the time they arrived. Judging from the burned exterior wall, they located the source on the second floor of the main teaching building—some wall coverings had fallen, and the floor below was scattered with glass debris, almost certainly from the explosion.

The party waited underground a moment, watching to confirm the building was empty, before Margie brought the Ark to the surface near the teaching building wall.

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