The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 100: Mediation

Under the open window of the room, Lumian climbed down barehanded, using the protruding carvings and pipes on the outer wall. He approached the ground floor layer by layer, descending swiftly yet precisely and steadily.

Soon, he leaped lightly and landed at the edge of White Coat Street, muttering under his breath, "Why do I have to climb down from the sixth floor? I didn't even do anything!"

Lumian grumbled, then slipped into the shadows along the street, heading towards the Market Avenue.

Inside the room, Franca glanced back at the slightly swaying window, adjusted her silk nightgown, and smiled as she walked toward the door, which was slowly opening.

Jenna, dressed in a red dress with sequins, put away the spare silver key Franca had given her and stepped into the apartment.

"Here so early today?" Franca blocked Jenna's view of the window, asking with some confusion.

Jenna sighed and replied, "The band's six-string guitarist had something happen at home. It didn't affect my singing, but everyone's mood wasn't great. That dance hall manager, Rene, had me end the performance early and changed tonight's theme to a close-contact dance."

The close-contact dance in the market district was different from the proper kind. Men and women embraced each other in a dimly lit dance floor, rubbing against each other. It was quite thrilling, and no dance hall without enough female dancers could sustain such a dance.

"What happened?" Franca tried to find a topic, silently calculating how long Lumian would take to climb down to the first floor.

Meanwhile, she grumbled inwardly, "Why does the muggle brother have to be a 'hunter' and not an 'assassin'? An assassin could just jump down from the sixth floor like a feather landing softly!"

Jenna recounted the guitarist's misfortune, then added, "Damn, why do unlucky people always have more misfortunes?"

"Yeah, although we ended earlier than usual, it's still late. Going home would be too troublesome, so I'll stay at your place."

Jenna lived far from Market Avenue, and when she performed late at the dance hall, she usually stayed at Franca's place. She even had a spare key.

Franca, thinking about the warehouse and recalling what her subordinates had reported, guessed that this might be due to the incident involving "Rat" Kristo.

She sighed inwardly about innocent people losing their loved ones, while also marveling at how efficient her "brother" was. "I only informed him about the Mirror Man situation late last night, and by dusk today, the official Beyonders had already cleaned up the anomaly."

One of the men from Room 241 was a member of some official organization in Trier, and his rank seemed quite high. Franca had secret contact methods for several colleagues in the Trier Research Society, and she occasionally organized private gatherings.

Of course, Franca didn't think the Mirror Man situation would be fully resolved just yet. The peculiar mirror world still existed, and the mysterious items Gardner Martin brought into Trier were still around, including the classical silver mirror she held. Unless all of these were eradicated, it was only a temporary solution. Similar anomalies could resurface at any time in the future.

Regarding the classical silver mirror that allowed access to the strange mirror world, Franca was both cautious and curious... perhaps there was a secret hidden within it related to the "Witch" pathway.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Jenna waved her right hand in front of Franca's face.

Franca snapped out of her thoughts, letting out a soft sigh. "Hearing about the guitarist's misfortune made me feel a bit sad too." She didn't want to face the pain of many innocent people, which is why she had followed Lumian's advice and handed the matter over to the authorities.