Four Split Personalities

The same day

Game Time PM21:07

Shaven Empire, the capital Telon, Sin Duke’s Manor,

A graceful shadow quietly leaned against the window, her casually tied-up silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, like a pair of gemstones embedded beneath her cool and delicate features. Her red eyes gently blinked as she gazed at the silver-frosted, empty chair.

"This place is not without its night views."

The girl sighed lightly, shaking her head. While quickly checking and adjusting to her equipment, she murmured in a low voice, "But even the most beautiful nightscapes will hide far away from you... The nights in the Konda region during this time must be even more somber than usual."

Gloomy and dull, the rose-shaped shoulder guards [Black Thorn]

Black with red patterns, a single-shoulder cape bearing the red moon crest [Blood Stained]

A belt intricately woven from nine dark water snake tendons [Dark Surge]

Boots with Mithril tassels, made to be silent [Treading Night]

A tight-fitting coat-style top, the left and right hems hung down like wings to the ground [Sealed Silence]

Leggings with feather-decorated knee guards, pitch black, perfectly outlining the wearer’s leg curves [Scent Fragrance]

Gloves of unknown fabric, carved with thorn totems, fingerless [Evening Wind]

A high-level rune cloth headband [No Sunny]

The swords [Night Rain], [Quiet Return]

The worn sword [Curse Expel]

The rings [Old Hate], [Hazy]

The pendant [Withered Flower]

A black leather belt with twelve daggers, encircling the waist [Crownless Dignity].

A total of fourteen pieces of equipment, apart from the worn sword [Curse Expel] and the two potentially growing weapons [Night Rain] and [Quiet Return] that were of exceptional quality, the rest were all epic...

This was Ji Xiaodao’s strongest set of equipment to date; although she had occasionally worn one or two pieces recently to get used to their attributes and traits, this was the first time she wore them all at once.

"It fits better than I imagined..."

She turned to look out the window, subconsciously caressing the hilt of the fine sword [Curse Expel], which bore dark purple engravings, a light smile curving her lips, "With this, I can even save the time for adjustments."

The window silently swung open, letting in the cold night air into the study, and in the next instant, it was shut again by some indescribable force.

And the shadow inside the room had disappeared without a trace.

...

Twenty minutes later

The capital Telon, the outer city district, outside a civilian home

A plainly dressed middle-aged human man, clad in a dark green long shirt, knocked on the door anxiously, calling out in a low voice, trembling with excitement, "Spirit of Abel?"

"Praise the Sun..."

A low and hoarse voice rose from within the house, replied in a slow manner, "Come in."

The middle-aged man exhaled deeply, first cautiously surveying his surroundings to ensure there were no ’idlers’ nearby before pushing open the wooden door and stepping inside.

Clang!

The next second, the door slammed shut behind him and was quickly enveloped by a hazy shadow.

Standing before him was a Dark Elf girl who appeared to be just over two hundred years old, exceptionally beautiful in appearance yet emitting an incredibly oppressive aura.

"You are..."

The middle-aged man swallowed nervously, his voice rough, "The Spirit of Abel?"

The girl didn’t answer his question, but rather picked up a parchment from the table, reading softly, "John Martin, a 43-year-old human male from the Shaven Empire’s capital Telon, manager of the [Golden Hide] Commerce Guild. Your wife is Lisa Martin, and you have two children, Mila Martin and Tony Martin. You were born in the small commercial town of [Teo] in the western part of the Empire, with a family history that goes back three hundred years. Your grandfather once served as a small team leader in an army under the Silver Alliance, quite an impeccable resume."

The man named John Martin visibly shuddered, his face turning an ashen color as he replied sternly, "You’re not the Spirit of Abel!"

"That’s right, I’m not."

Ji Xiaodao placed the parchment back on the table, speaking indifferently, "The so-called Spirit of Abel you’re referring to should have already reached the border of the Konda region by now."

The man clenched his teeth as he stared at Ji Xiaodao, discreetly slipping his right hand back into his sleeve cuff, demanding, "Then just who the hell are you?"

"I’ve already honestly answered your previous question, John."

Ji Xiaodao casually pulled over a chair and sat down, elegantly crossing her long legs, speaking softly, "If you wish to continue asking questions, you’ll need to show the same sincerity in return. And by the way, you should know better than to try to use that Teleportation Scroll; the barrier surrounding this house would likely tear you to shreds. Of course, if you want to bet on that remaining one percent chance that you could leave this space intact, despite the severe interference, please feel free to do so."

John’s hand, which had been secretly gripping the scroll, froze at that moment. After some time, he spoke coldly, "Dream on, I won’t tell you anything."

"But you still want to live a bit longer, don’t you?"

Ji Xiaodao looked at him calmly, her voice emotionless, "So, is John Martin your real name?"

While scanning his surroundings discreetly, he replied in a deep voice, "Yes, what of it?"

"Nothing in particular."

Ji Xiaodao shook her head, expressionless as she spoke, "Alright, since you more or less answered my question, I can now tell you who I am. I am called Silent Prayer, the companion of that Sin Knight, and also the current mistress of the Spirit of Abel, who goes by the alias Dao En."