So many explanations formed inside Judge's mind after watching what the maid had just done, one explanation was that the letter was not the prince's and she burned another letter to distract any onlookers.
Another more plausible explanation was that the letter written in invisible ink was quickly understood by the maid and she burned it immediately, which seemed more like it.
Judge turned the scene back and looked at the letter carefully, but there was nothing but a white, blank paper. He tried to look from different angles, but still nothing. Finally, he decided to try it from the maid's angle, he looked at her and drew a deep breath.
Slowly, his ghostly self phased through her face and his eyes stopped exactly where her eyes stood. Now, Judge looked at the letter closely... still nothing, he tried squinting his eyes and blurring his vision, but nothing worked.
Judge gave up, there was no way he was getting info out of that blank canvas, it was like trying to win a World War with a custom made rifle that took too long to load and didn't shoot.
He moved on to the next actions of the prince, which too were entirely ordinary. After learning a couple more alleyway shortcuts and a few new brothels, Judge finished all of the recordings the Asmodeus took.
He then moved on to Gabriel, after all, he did not want to miss anything about the church that seemed to be planning something. He had received news that twenty or so people suddenly exploded and died, the news was spread by the church of the god of night, and they took it upon themselves to investigate.
But Judge knew who the real culprit was, so he was amazed at how sincere they were in lying while they were representing their god— not that he expected the followers of Tenebris to be good people who did law-abiding things and definitely not kill people.
Without wasting any more time and with his enhanced cognition firing on all cylinders, Judge started to look through the secret recordings of the church's heinous crimes. But then, something snapped, Judge's pain receptors started to function energetically as if they had been suppressed up until now.
Judge started to feel a throbbing headache, an intense pressure that seemed to wrap around his skull. It's as if a heavy weight has been placed on his head, squeezing tightly. His head felt a sharp jolt of rhythmic pain as he tried to think.
He wanted to scream, but he was still sitting in front of his people. Taking up his whole strength, he stood up and declared the end of today's gathering. "That would be it for today, you all did well and Lucifer, teach Satan the ropes."
Without waiting to hear their responses, Judge waved them off to be on their way. They all bowed slightly before Teleporting out of the studio.
Judge held clasped his head, and moving his hand towards the temples, he gently massaged them. He felt relieved from his pain bit by bit, letting him think more clearly.
Why did I feel a headache?
It was nighttime in Wistmere, the second largest city in the Kingdom, second only to the capital. Covering over 700 square kilometers and comprised of five boroughs, it boasts an impressive population of approximately 4.6 million. This figure may actually be higher, as the survey did not account for those living outside the city walls or the daily influx of newcomers.
The city was ruled by the Drakonis family and four of their knight families. The Brinewell borough, near the coast, was the most developed area, and the Drakonis palace was situated right in the middle.
The crescent blue moon made little effort to light the alleyways that the street lamps failed to light. And a shadowy figure was walking towards a high building, it was a clock tower that also served as a tourist spot in the day.
Noel stopped in front of a smooth vertical brick wall, the wall suddenly got distorted and a pitch-black portal emerged from its surface, Noel opened his pocket watch to look at the picture inside. It was him in a tailored tailcoat standing next to his wife who was sitting on a chair.
He gave a slight smile before putting them back inside his black tuxedo, he tapped his forehead twice, making his appearance go from his original white hair to an emerald green and his Prussian blue eyes turned deep green.
Looking at the distorted shadow portal, he took a deep breath and walked into it, turning into nothing but a shadow.
Transforming into a human was common and nobody knew if there was a principle behind it, since everyone would be born in their human form no matter the race, and turning into their racial form was as simple as imagining it.
Changing one's features was different from changing into their racial form. The principle behind it was extremely complicated to even understand, and if someone did, the psyche was something else to look after.
So the races who use such transformation magic were either the Goblins or Kitsune. They were the most intelligent races and possessed comparatively more psyche compared to other races. This principle was a rare usage even among them, because of the high psyche usage and many ways to be exposed.
Noel sat on the top of the clock tower, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in total concentration.
Inside the big palace, the house of Drakonis, a shadow was moving as discreetly as it could, avoiding any and all light sources. The shadow moved extremely fast, but in terms of combat, it could do nothing except vanish.
The job of the shadow was only to scout, it was controlled by the green-haired Goblin, Noel. The shadow moved along countless corridors, rooms, and halls. But it avoided any strong presences.
Noel manipulated the shadow until it was only a few hours until the moon set and the sun rose because the principle took very little amount of both psyche and principle. The moon only sets when the sun rises, and the sun sets when the moon rises, that was the norm in this world.
The assassin quickly jumped down, landing gracefully with a flap of his batlike wings. Then he changed his appearance to his normal, white-haired self and walked around like a normal tourist that he was not.