The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 103: Inquiry

Using the force of Louis Lund's fall, Lumian easily shifted into the driver's seat.

At this moment, Franca had already replaced Louis Lund, taking hold of the reins and pulling the carriage to a stop on the dark side of the road.

The two had cooperated seamlessly without prior communication. One attacked head-on while the other ambushed from behind, and in just a few seconds, they subdued Louis Lund, an Extraordinary equivalent to Sequence 8.

"Let's move him into the carriage," Franca suggested, clearly experienced in such matters, with her own plan for what to do next.

Lumian didn't object and hoisted Louis Lund, placing him inside the four-wheeled cab.

Franca followed him in, shutting the door behind her. She then began removing her hood and black robe, as though she were preparing to change into a nightgown at home.

Halfway through, she noticed Lumian's somewhat puzzled expression. Realizing what she was doing, she awkwardly ordered, "Turn around."

Lumian quickly turned, staring out the window, guessing what Franca was up to and allowing her to proceed.

The sound of rustling clothes filled the carriage for over a minute.

"All done," Franca's clear, watery voice reached his ears.

The cab wasn't particularly tall, and Lumian, standing at over 1.8 meters, bent his back and lowered his head as he turned around.

He saw that Franca had already donned a red waistcoat, fastened a white tie, and put on a blue coat adorned with yellow buttons. In her hands were a waxed hat and a whip.

This outfit, paired with her sharp, elegant nose, slightly bold brown eyebrows, thin red lips, and bright, lake-blue eyes, created an odd, mismatched absurdity yet a strange beauty.

"Quick work," Lumian complimented, looking at the newly minted "Empire Carriage Company Driver" Franca.

"That's called professionalism! If it weren't for these buttons taking too long, I'd have been even faster," Franca grumbled as she tucked her light blonde hair into the waxed hat.

Once her disguise was complete, she took out her brow pencil and other makeup tools, swiftly applying a simple look that darkened her complexion and made her eyebrows appear messy. This gave her the appearance of an ordinary man, blending in with the dim light of streetlamps and the red moon.

"I'll drive. You do the questioning," Franca said, opening the door, jumping out, and taking Louis Lund's place.

She then flicked the reins, urging the horses to a smooth start.

As the carriage moved steadily, Lumian propped Louis Lund up in the opposite seat and retrieved the bottle of "truth serum" he had obtained from the pervert Hedsey. He poured a third of the bottle into Louis Lund's mouth.

Once the serum began to take effect, Lumian resisted the urge to wake the man with his ritualistic silver dagger. Instead, he pinched the spot between Louis Lund's nose and lips, pulled his hair, and even used it to tickle his nose, gradually rousing him.

During this process, Lumian didn't dislocate his joints or tie his hands and feet, presenting a friendly demeanor.

Louis Lund sneezed and woke up.

He looked dazedly at the person sitting across from him, seeing Lumian leaning back leisurely with a smile.

"You!" Louis Lund exclaimed in shock, remembering what had just happened.

"No need to be tense," Lumian said with a smile, pressing his right palm down in a calming gesture. "If I intended to harm you, you'd already be dog food by now."