Huh? Are they all real?.

In the small square in front of Moen and his companion.

The golden eagle that Moen mistook for Nelson was solemnly surveying the ritual implements confiscated by the hunters who had followed the sound.

Something went wrong, and the cultists noticed something was amiss.

And not only did he decisively commit suicide, but he also took the three scoundrels with him.

This made him very unhappy.

The only saving grace was that they arrived in time; the cultists only had time to deal with themselves and the blasphemers.

Their evil rituals are still preserved.

But looking at the complicated ritual in front of him, Nelson the Golden Eagle was at a loss again.

This is a summoning ritual, and it is not only extremely complex but also clearly only a part of the process.

This means that there are other cult members lurking in the capital!

This was a complete dereliction of duty for a hunter tasked with protecting the Queen.

"Can we figure out what these guys are trying to summon?"

The prophet beside Nelson the Golden Eagle immediately nodded and began to prophesy.

To prevent possible counter-divination methods used by cultists.

He also specially took out several precious medicines and swallowed them.

After meditating cross-legged for a long time, feeling that his inspiration was stronger than ever before, he began his prophecy.

For the sake of accuracy and reliability, he did not choose spiritual oral accounts from the general public.

Instead, he took out an ancient stone slab and sprinkled countless spiritual powders on it as a guide for the world.

This is a prophetic stone tablet unearthed from the Age of Gods, a rare and precious treasure rarely seen in the entire world.

The seller said that this was a sacred relic left by the original deity of the Prophet's Path.

But this claim is highly unreliable, and he himself thinks it's a joke.

How could he possibly snag a treasure of this caliber?

However, as a relic of the Age of Gods, the historical and mystical elements entangled in this thing can definitely point to everything!

According to his understanding, this stone slab should provide revelations based on the occult entanglement closest to it and the one with the greatest influence.

The closest and greatest occult entanglement to the stone slab here is clearly the invocation rituals of cultists!

At the prophet's urging, the spiritual powder scattered on the stone slab, along with the dust that peeled off the slab, was dispersed by the wind.

There was only a very brief sentence on the stone slab:

"He's back!"

The moment those words were revealed, the stone slab immediately crumbled and turned into sand.

Chapter 9: So-called Perfection!

Has He returned?

Although it was only a brief appearance, it was enough for everyone present to see it clearly.

Judging from the astonishment in their eyes, they really weren't mistaken.

Nelson the Golden Eagle rubbed his temples and then squatted down in front of the complex rituals.

The ritual of summoning, His return.

When Nelson the Golden Eagle noticed the complexity of the rituals, he suspected something big was about to happen.

But I never expected it to be such a big deal.

The prophecy was very brief, so brief that it seemed to say nothing at all.

But just the initial 'He' is enough.

Because only a second-order angel can be used as the title of "He". Even demigods are not qualified to be referred to as "He".

Even demigods can respond to prayers in specific regions!

After all, if we delve into the fundamentals, demigods still have some human aspects.

For example, most demigods would die if their heads were chopped off or their hearts were ripped out.

But those great beings who have reached the angelic level are free from the conventional concept of death.

The reason why the notorious thief Lord Westeros was successfully brought to justice was largely due to Her Majesty the Queen retrieving his preordained death from the spirit world.

Without such a powerful weapon, Lord Westeros's true death would not have been assured.

Even twenty years from now, the Duke's faction will definitely exist, and it will definitely still be an extremely powerful anti-royal force.

Lord Westeros himself, combined with his angelic identity, is that powerful!

And now, they've been told that a great being who guarantees a second-tier status has returned.

That's really something.

"I will report this matter to the House of Representatives and the Cabinet immediately. You should prepare yourself; I estimate that Her Majesty the Queen will summon us directly soon."

The prophet was somewhat apprehensive, for Her Majesty the Queen had been living a secluded life ever since she had successfully reclaimed power from the Lord of Westeros.

Let alone someone like him who only has a slightly special path to Sequence 5, even the truly important figures rarely see the Empress.

"I understand, Nelson Golden Eagle. Is there anything I should pay attention to? Like etiquette and proper clothing or something?"

"This outfit is fine for now; this isn't the time to be concerned with etiquette."

The prophecy refers to His return.

It's not that He will return.

In other words, this unknown 'He' has successfully arrived in the mortal world.

An unknown angel, or even an evil god or a certain king, is in the capital right now, right beside them!

Just thinking about it is enough to give me a headache and make me terrified.

But Nelson the Golden Eagle also found it strange that the ritual showed no signs of use, and no major anomalies had occurred in the capital under his supervision.

The foundation is all about the return of angels, how could there be no movement at all?

Putting aside other matters, even the most recent and widely known record of a leader's return to power explicitly mentions a startling event.

The refuge of wandering travelers, the home of the nameless, the family of the desert, the recorder of the stars, the great saint Constantine, favored by the gods, returns in the dead of night and brings the dawn!

To put it simply, when Saint Constantine returned, it brought dawn in the dead of night!

He wasn't sure if Saint Constantine was Sequence One or Sequence Two, but he was certain that Saint Constantine was an angel. So, if we're talking about saints, this nameless being couldn't possibly be completely silent!

So what's the story behind this prophecy?

Could it be that the prophecy was wrong?

That shouldn't be the case, considering how much effort they just put in!

Even if it wasn't through the prophetic means, he didn't think that what he had just done would have been in vain.

Forget it, let the higher-ups decide. This is not something a golden eagle like me should be concerned with.

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On the periphery of Nelson, the Golden Eagle, and others.

Moen touched his arms for no apparent reason.

He sensed that something was amiss, but he had no clue what it was.

After shaking his head, knowing that this was not a place to stay for long, Moen hurriedly left the vicinity along the alley.

Thanks to what just happened, there weren't many of the Sound Hunters that should have been everywhere in the past.

This allowed Moen to easily avoid them.

After glancing at Big Ben and the Clock Tower, Moen confirmed that he was currently in the Old Town, on Baker Street.

This relieved Moen.

In order to have a successful, unnoticed meeting with the Empress, he prepared many secret locations in and around the capital.

Even the Empress wasn't entirely aware of these things.

According to his memory, there was a hidden spot nearby that he could use.

That place can serve as his temporary activity point.

Moreover, even the Empress was unaware of this particular place!

Otherwise, Moen wouldn't dare to go.

The hope is that twenty years have not 'destroyed' it.

Because Moen hadn't been to the old town much before, and with twenty years having passed, it took him quite a bit of effort to reach his destination.

Fortunately, Big Ben and the Clock Tower, the two landmarks that serve as reference points, have remained unchanged, otherwise Moen might have gotten lost.

After looking around to make sure no one was there.

Moen pried open the manhole cover and jumped in.

Yes, this secret spot was prepared in the sewers, so Moen never told the Queen.

The empress might not care, and might even find it novel, but he couldn't do that; he needed to respect her status as a lady and her dignity as emperor.

At that time, Moen only thought of it as a game.

But it looks so real!

That's why Moen has been constantly at odds with the production team of that bastard.

He jumped down. Moen was immediately overwhelmed by the stench of the sewer.

Fortunately, virtual reality headsets cannot simulate smells and touches.

This is Moen's greatest relief at this moment.

Of course, this is definitely not because he can't afford a better and more realistic holographic cabin.

Absolutely not!

How could I, the Duke of Westeros, be a penniless wretch?

After following the mnemonic from memory, I walked around for a while, going left, right, forward, backward, up, and down.

Moen noticed a red brick on the wall of the sewer that was distinctly different from the surrounding bricks.

We've arrived!

"Place your hand on the red brick," Moen said in German.

"Mussolini was such a terrible teammate, we can't bring him along next time."

Having received the correct password, the brick wall in front of Moen immediately blurred.

Unless it is discovered by others or something outrageous happens, let alone twenty years, even two hundred or two thousand years would not be enough to affect the extraordinary craftsmanship.

On this point, Moen, who frequently creates and uses relics, is the most qualified to speak!

Suitable clothing is also provided here.

This would keep him less conspicuous until he figured out how to get back to the People's Federation.

Furthermore, there was water and food that were properly preserved by extraordinary magic.

This will allow him to replenish his energy in preparation for any eventuality.

The only pity is that there's only a salon here, not a comfortable bed where he can get a good night's sleep.

In the face of such a complicated situation, nothing is better than a warm and comfortable bed.

The thought had barely formed when Moen was startled to notice that there really was a bed next to him.

"Huh? I remember there wasn't a bed. Am I mistaken?"

Because Moen had only known about this place and seen it once or twice, he wasn't quite sure whether there was a bed here or not.