Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 608 Silver Twilight
"Does that mean you're planning to make the existing windows bigger?"

On the second floor, Milo stood outside the door, looking at the dilapidated window in the study.

He's probably gotten used to the "Emma destroys the house" trope. If it's just removing a window without causing the entire floor to collapse, it's not worth mentioning.

Emma, ​​who had already eaten breakfast earlier, was sitting on the balcony enjoying the rare sunshine.

Milo handed the envelope to Emma, ​​but she said she didn't know where the letter came from either.

Emma picked up the envelope, waved it to her ear, and said:
"It doesn't look like it was delivered by the post office; there's nothing on it..."

The words "no stamps were affixed" were still unspoken.

Wendigo, who had been lying on the balcony railing for who knows how long, suddenly started gagging, coughing and wriggling backward like a kitten vomiting.

But it didn't vomit anything disgusting.

What it vomited out of its mouth was a sticky stamp.

...

Wendigo glanced furtively at Milo and Emma, ​​cautiously took two steps forward, and then opened his mouth at the stamp, as if to say, "I don't believe I can't digest you."

Fortunately, Milo quickly picked up the stamp. Wendigo's two thin canine teeth sank into the railing, and after a struggle with bared teeth, he slunk off to the roof.

The situation seems clearer now.

It seems that some unfortunate alien postman has delivered the last letter of his life.

"The inner keeper?" Emma's reaction upon seeing the recipient's pseudonym on the envelope was similar to Milo's.

The first thing that slid out after opening the envelope was a hard card.

It had words like "Membership Card", "Silver Twilight Club", "1362" on it, as well as the three-arrow symbol that I had seen once before on the envelope.

"I thought the pleasure house had sent you another membership card." Emma picked up the card and examined it closely.

"Why did you say 'again'?" Milo asked, puzzled.

"It's probably because you haven't shopped in a long time." Emma squatted down and took out a stack of cards that were propping up the legs of the small table.

That stack was actually full of Hedon House membership cards.

“I get one almost every month, along with some strange party invitations,” Emma said calmly, adding with a touch of bravado. “It seems that Castor Lady really misses the feel of your hand.”

Feel...

Milo recalled the time he was tied naked to a pillar in the living room of Sherman Manor.

He chuckled sheepishly, "You remember things from so long ago?"

It's been almost two years since the Sherman family incident, but Milo only recently returned the half of the marriage certificate belonging to Ms. Castor's birth mother. Perhaps the constant stream of invitations over the past two years was meant to remind him of this matter.

However, it is indeed a rare and strange thing. As a law enforcement officer, he has not been to the pleasure house for two years, which sounds a bit like being out of place.

Just as Milo was feeling quite pleased with himself, Emma revealed the truth with a very simple sentence:
"Because there are better options, aren't there?"

Milo raised an eyebrow in surprise: "That equation has this effect?"

After all, he had never mentioned Grasso to his family, so the only explanation could be the Noscia equation.

"The better option is dead," Milo casually remarked.

He didn't mean anything by it.

Emma, ​​on the other hand, stared at him for a few seconds with some surprise, and then said, "Sorry."

Now it was Milo's turn to feel strange.

The reason he found it strange was that he had only mentioned it casually, as if talking about what he had eaten that morning. It wasn't until Emma said "sorry" very seriously that Milo realized someone had left forever. But he didn't feel anything about it; he had even forgotten what the desire for revenge felt when she had just died was like.

"So this Silver Twilight Society..."

Not knowing how to answer, Milo changed the subject. He took out the paper from the envelope, glanced at it, and handed it to Emma:
“Dear Lady Valrocan… oh, this is for you.” Emma glanced at it quickly:
"Silver Twilight Cottage... I've never heard of it before. The description says it's an academic club... and they even use ancient Hebrew."

"Water will never run dry, roads will never be cut off, and the temptation of evil will endure forever..."

"Only the animal husbandry owner can find salvation in calamity..."

"To obey is also to disobey."

...

There was nothing else in the envelope besides the membership card and the invitation.

Besides the short riddle written in ancient language, the invitation also clearly stated the time and address of a "late-night gathering".

After listening to that nonsensical rambling about water, roads, calamities, and salvation, Milo was basically certain that this was a cult.

As for how the cult noticed and approached Emma... there's a certain probability it was because of nitroglycerin.

“They even knew I was sick.”

Emma placed the invitation on the table with little interest.

In her view, academic research or research on the mystical aspects of cult beliefs should ideally be kept pure; mixing the two will only hinder both. This is, of course, a dilemma she currently faces.

"I'll take a look then."

Milo picked up the Silver Twilight Cottage membership card from the table.

"What about these? Why don't you pick a couple?" Emma raised her chin, looking at the stack of Enjoyment House membership cards on the table, and reminded her, "It seems like they all have access cards for the Enjoyment House Tower."

Milo casually put the Silver Twilight Cottage membership card into his pocket, shook his head, and said, "I have better options, don't I?"

Emma didn't answer, but simply shook her arm to show the scars.

Milo also swayed, revealing even more frightening cracks in the skin on the back of his hand.

Emma then gave him a "okay, you win" look.

……

A short while later, Emma suddenly asked again, "Have you found that child named Meigo?"

“If even the Blood Moon couldn’t find him, it’s even harder for me to find him.” Milo shook his head, then added, “Don’t worry, if it really is the apocalypse in the traditional sense, I think they would have already made their move the moment you returned to Nanwei City.”

"The mercy of the gods?" Emma said, flipping through the book in her hands.

"Perhaps the gods are too busy to take care of themselves."

Milo said he didn't know either, and didn't have time to figure it out.

"I thought the apocalypse would be the kind where the sky and earth collapse." Emma said thoughtfully.

“Perhaps it really is.” Milo recalled the last scene he saw on the Pohnpei Peninsula and said, “It’s just that the time hasn’t come yet.”

"Perhaps I should make some preparations?" Emma suggested after thinking for a moment.

She probably thought Milo wouldn't agree, so she sounded a bit unsure when she said that.

But Milo's response surprised her. He said, "For example?"

“For example, how about testing the destructive power of explosives against the Great Old Ones?” Emma blinked, waiting for Milo’s opinion.

Milo thought for a moment:
"I'll find you a secluded testing ground. It's not like I can be dumped, but don't even think about using me as a test subject."

Emma nodded, turned her gaze back to her book, and calmly said:

"Of course not, how can it be used after it's been blown up?"

(End of this chapter)