Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 855: Seat 13 - Emma Sylvia

Chapter 855 -855: Seat 13 – Emma Sylvia

Miss Emma Sylvia looked at the three people in the room, and they were all stunned by the lady who had walked in briskly, halting their mutual attacks.

The Grand Witch’s face showed disgust as she moved her gaze away from the bald man and suddenly saw Shard. Her eyes widened in disbelief:

“You…”

“I am that lady’s man!”

Shard immediately held up the badge on his chest:

“That lady will explain everything to you. This is a Circle Sorcerer from the Pantanal Voodoo Society, and he is the one who conspired against Earl Sachia!”

Shard shouted loudly, causing the young Grand Witch to look at the bald man closest to her. The latter hesitated, then said viciously:

“No matter who you are, knowing the truth about this…”

Miss Sylvia raised her hand and waved it in the air—

Smack!

The man’s face seemed to be hit by an invisible hand, his head twisted 180 degrees at the neck, and his body collapsed stiffly.

Shard and Mr. Benhart both looked in horror at the Grand Witch who was wiping her hands with a handkerchief. Shard knew it was an application of spatial power, seemingly waving in the air but actually directing force five meters away.

“I am that lady’s man!”

Shard had to emphasize again to ensure his safety.

The Witch, with short black shoulder-length hair, ignored the retreating vampire kind. She took a single step and appeared directly in front of Shard, scrutinizing the pendant on his chest. Then, like all witches Shard had encountered, her warm, pale hand grasped his wrist:

“Are you really a man?”

Though her gaze was sharp and actions decisive, her tone was unexpectedly not too aggressive. She released his hand, looked at her palm, and asked the question Shard had heard countless times:

“Of course!”

Shard immediately nodded:

“God once assured it.”

He smelled the perfume “Witch’s Scent”, noticing jasmine notes in Miss Sylvia’s perfume.

“Was that spatial sorcery just now performed by you?”

The Witch asked again. Shard nodded once more, and Miss Sylvia scrutinized him with her brown eyes:

“So, you really are a man?”

She moved as if to grasp Shard’s wrist again but was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob turning. It wasn’t the room door but the bathroom door.

Miss Marsha, having changed into different clothes, walked out of the bathroom, instantly stunned. As a normal person, she couldn’t perceive the elements’ fluctuations and hadn’t heard any sounds from outside due to the silence charm, so she couldn’t fathom what had transpired in her five minutes of changing that led to an exceptionally beautiful young lady appearing in the room.

Then she saw the bald corpse on the ground, preparing to speak. But Miss Sylvia merely pointed a finger, and with grey light bouncing around her, Miss Marsha froze like petrified, her eyes losing all their vitality.

This was Basic Sorcery – Petrification Spell, which Shard had read about and its weakened adaptation “Partial Petrification” in the “Book of Pink.” frёewebnoѵēl.com

“Sir, I will address your questions later.”

The Witch looked at Shard:

“First, explain your identities and what exactly happened with this murder case.”

“Before that, you should deal with him.”

Shard pointed at the corpse with the head twisted 180 degrees, hearing clearly that the man wasn’t dead.

Indeed, as Shard pointed at the bald man, he leapt up from the ground and transformed into a mass of worm-like vines, rushing toward the window.

“Confine!”

The Grand Witch pointed, and the terrifying vine mass along with the human skin within it froze in mid-air like a three-dimensional photograph. This time it wasn’t petrification, but a technique similar to “Spatial Confinement.” The Grand Witch Emma Sylvia held the “space” seat and was truly proficient in spatial power, as a Ten-Ring Sorcerer.

“Now, can you introduce your identities?”

She asked again softly, and Shard immediately nodded:

“I am Shard Hamilton.”

Since the Grand Witch had seen him and only puzzled at “a man” without thinking his appearance violated witches’ rules, Shard no longer hid:

“That lady will explain my situation to you. This here is Viscount Armand Bernhardt; you should have heard of him from Granny Cassandra.”

Miss Sylvia slightly furrowed her eyebrows:

“The vampire kind captured by a trainee while attempting to rob the auction house on the night of the Midshire Fort battle?”

She glanced at Mr. Benhart, who was trying to appear inconspicuous, fully understanding who she was. Due to psychological trauma from his near-death experience at the Cassandra Auction House, he wished to vanish from the room.

“We are all good people, meeting with Her Highness today purely by coincidence.”

Shard emphasized, feeling much reassured now. He gestured for the Witch to sit and listen, then recounted the events at the White King Club this Thursday afternoon.

Miss Sylvia listened quietly, nodding lightly after Shard finished:

“The most important thing now is to detach Margaret from this matter, without delaying Tobesk’s visit.”

She pointed to the petrified Miss Marsha:

“I will modify her memory to make her believe she knocked out Colonel Wood and was then captured by you together. I will also alter the Colonel’s memory to think he was knocked out. As for the ring’s crack, such simple alchemical items are easy to repair.”

Next, she pointed to the terrifying petrified vine mass in mid-air, like a statue left by the craziest artist:

“I will hand him over to the True God Church through the black market, leaving some clues for them to know this is related to Circle Sorcerers. The follow-up let this district’s True God Church pursue it, unrelated to Margaret’s visiting group.”

After saying, those sharp and spirited eyes looked at Shard again:

“His bounty, you all get a quarter each.”

“No need, no need, all yours!”

The middle-aged vampire kind immediately said, Shard also nodded:

“Yes, no need to give us anything, just ensure this matter doesn’t involve us.”

Miss Sylvia did not refuse, her tone lightened and a faint smile appeared:

“That vampire kind has nothing to do with me; I’ll pretend I didn’t see you today.”

Mr. Benhart breathed a sigh of relief, certainly not daring to reveal Miss Sylvia’s identity. Before leaving the auction house, Granny Cassandra had him sign a soul pact.

“As for you, Mr. Shard Hamilton.”

She again grasped Shard’s wrist, scrutinizing his handsome face:

“This name, I seem to have heard it somewhere…yes, Margaret mentioned it during Tobesk Four’s gossip. So that’s it, recent half year, rumors and snares from Tobesk about her, weren’t fabricated by that lady to avoid marriage but are real. She actually found someone like you, truly…”

She suddenly smiled, releasing Shard’s hand:

“If you’re her lover, I certainly won’t do anything to you. But tonight I will meet that lady; she needs to explain this. Sir, clean up here first, don’t let this delay the visiting group’s schedule.”

“No problem, it’s good you think so!”

Shard took a deep breath; invisible currents aggregated to his nostrils, restoring the room to its original state, reversing damage and acid-corroded floor.

Mr. Benhart lowered his head, not daring to look up, missing this scene. But the Grand Witch recognized it:

“Time? Didn’t expect you also master time. However, using such sorcery just to clean a room is too wasteful?”

Miss Sylvia grew more curious:

“Ga…that lady truly found a treasure… do you know how to report this to Margaret?”

“Yes, madam!”

Mr. Benhart said, genuinely fearing these witches:

“This has nothing to do with Circle Sorcerers; let the church investigate the Earl’s actual cause of death.”

“Now, awaken Colonel Wood. Go see Margaret together.”

She went to the door:

“I’ll explain to Margaret that you found the culprit… Mr. Hamilton.”

Suddenly, she turned and smiled at Shard:

“I read ‘Hamilton Detective Stories’; you truly are a detective.”