I'm Not the Hands of the Devil

Chapter 22: I Am Not the Feet of the Devil's Hand

Melissa is the daughter of a former Great Radiant Knight and the current head of the intelligence section, Joseph.

She inherited her mother's curly red hair. When her sparkling fine hair was allowed to unravel, Melissa looked like a beautiful mermaid, yet when tied up, she could look like a mighty valiant knight.

While at home, Melissa dressed very casually in a white lace blouse, a high-waisted blue skirt, black tights, and beige sandals. She was the image of an independent and vibrant young girl.

Due to his mother's early death, he lived with his father in this house in the 1st Avenue upper city district.

Judging from their age, Joseph was actually old enough to be Melissa's grandfather. But, when it came to knights who took the power from the ether and made it their own, age was not the true measure of anything.

This 16-year-old girl was an Abnormal-ranked knight and the leader of the Secret Tower's combat branch squad.

“Anneh... Why does she read books?” Melissa muttered as she looked at the book suspiciously. “I've never seen him read any book, even when he was still a Great Shining Knight.”

Melissa's brows furrowed as she racked her brain. Joseph often left because of his duties and Melissa practically lived alone in this house. Several times he remembered his father reading only when he was forced to.

The recent announcement of labor laws is one example. Back then, Joseph had spent a lot of time studying the various rules to find the way that would benefit him the most. Beyond that, Joseph did not even bother to read anything.

Filled with curiosity, Melissa glanced at the book in her hand titled Seed Of The Abyss and opened it.

His finger tracing through the book gradually slowed down and the look in his eyes changed as he increasingly sunk within it.

“Damn it, stop bothering me! I may be a cripple, but the bookstore owner didn't have the slightest trace of etheric on him, yet he made me lose consciousness. Doesn't that tell you all the kind of power he has? All I can say is, maintain a level of respect and don't go looking for disaster. After all, I will not be the one who will save your pathetic ass! ”

Joseph's voice drew closer and there was even the sound of a wall being kicked in the mix.

Melissa suddenly looked up, freeing herself from the ancient and alluring world that had drawn her in. It felt as if his soul had been pulled out and returned to his body.

Melissa shook her head strongly and quickly put down the book. He then moved back to his original position from his memory before pretending like he was back in his bedroom.

“Melisa.”

Melissa nervously looked over.

“Remember to drink your milk,” Joseph reminded.

“……”

Melissa put on a fake smile and nodded before returning to her room and closing the door.

“Fiuh...” Melissa let out a long sigh as many questions came to her mind.

“Who wrote the book? Was the main character of the elf prince, Candela, who later became the demon sword Candela? Why so interesting and realistic? Is it a biography or a novel?”

However, the most important point was that he had not finished reading it yet! A little more and he'll see very interesting things!

Melissa lay on the bed feeling restless and kept muttering to herself as she rolled and turned around. “Never imagined a misty old man like father would read a book like this. It seems like my previous judgment about him was wrong. ”

But from the conversation Melissa heard, this book seemed to be related to a very secret place. One that most people have no way of getting any information.

Melissa lay in bed with her eyes closed. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes, and got up to turn on his personal computer. “What does this have to do with something? It was only a bookstore.at most, the owner was very powerful. If that's the case, I won't go and push my luck. ”

He stretched out his hand, gathering ether to form a key. “Database lock—access authority—S-rank.”

Melissa touched the web page key, and opening in the new interface before her eyes was a huge database. “Thank you mother,” Melissa said as she clenched her palms together.

He then began to skim through the files he had requested.

Before his death, Melissa's mother was a Great Radiant Knight and had authorised access to the Secret Rite Tower's database.

Her account has been handed over to Melissa as her mother's wish for her. This was common knowledge as well, it was just that Melissa had never used it before.

Of course, if she really did something and the archives in the database were altered, Melissa's female knights would be branded as traitors.

“Ah! Found it! Bookstore!”

Melissa's eyes shone like sparkling crystals as she stared at the information on the screen.

After staring at him for a while, he muttered, “Help? If that's the case, I can go check it out .. “

Melissa made a decision and turned off the computer before her gaze fell onto the milk cup on the table.

“Huh.”

He took the cup and finished it in one gulp.

——

Under dim lighting, Wilde made notes with his chicken feather pen.

He removed half of his mask, revealing a sinister and completely deformed face. The other part of his mask had completely fused with his flesh, becoming part of his face.

While her appearance was frightening, the way she studied in earnest slightly reduced the frightening atmosphere.

Placed in front of Wilde was Lin Jie's unpublished work. During this period of research, Wilde had filled out three notebooks!

“This is really a vast depth of unexpected knowledge! As expected of Mr. Lin! ” Wilde lamented as he put down his pen and took out a notebook to read his latest revision.

Through his studies and research, he roughly understood the general idea of the Sect, Rites, and Corpse-Eating Ceremony.

Only

The book mainly records the beliefs known as the Corpse-Eating Sect as well as the important rites and rituals they perform. It also includes the ingredient information needed to process, mix, and eventually turn it into an offering.

From Wilde's superficial summary, he could see that most of these materials were corpses and processing methods included draining blood, chopping, skinning, burning, and even swallowing offal. All of this was extremely cruel and anyone who read it would tremble in fear.

Even a black mage like Wilde found it a bit difficult to bear.

But inside this crazy idea is a strangely fitting reason. This book undoubtedly contains an extraordinary sacrificial system.

A certain date and time with strict procedures, each sacrifice has its own meaning and is part of this culture.

“If the Devil Language is the tip of the iceberg, then the Sects, Rites, and Corpse-Eating Ceremony allow me to finally see a small aspect of this terrifying lost culture!”

Wilde put on his mask once more and muttered charmingly, “This is too alluring. ”