Chapter 533: 533: DSMW [533]

The technique of a nighttime raid lay in blending into the darkness, silently approaching the target room, emphasizing swiftness and decisiveness like a hunter on the prowl. I already said, this isn't a nighttime raid!

Even though Sylvia had been constantly reminding herself of that from the very beginning, sneaking into a little boy's room under the cover of night still made her so nervous her heart was pounding.

Of course, in order to better conceal herself in the darkness, Sylvia had deliberately changed out of that overly glamorous and eye-catching evening gown.

The black-and-white nun's habit, with the skirt slit open at the thigh, combined concealment and mobility perfectly—practically the ideal nighttime raid outfit.

God, please forgive me for using sacred garments for something like this.

Groping her way forward through the darkness, Sylvia soon arrived outside Miles' room window inside the diplomatic residence.

A first-floor room, and he hadn't even closed the window while sleeping—kids really had no sense of caution at all.

What if some weird person set their sights on him?

She absolutely had to go teach him a proper lesson. (You're the weird person.)

Carefully opening the window, Sylvia braced herself against the sill, swung her long legs, and with a nimble sideways flip, slipped into Miles' room.

"How am I this skilled? It's my first time doing something like this."

She hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Not only had no one noticed her, even the soundly sleeping Miles hadn't been awakened. Even Sylvia herself found it unbelievable. Could it be that she had talent for this?

Lying defenseless on the bed, breathing evenly, the beautiful red-eyed boy was deep in dreamland.

Bathed in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window, the sight before her made Sylvia swallow unconsciously.

Wait… what was she here for again?

Don't let filthy desires take over your heart!

She had to wake Miles up and tell him the truth about Alice Carlos.

Tell Miles that Alice Carlos was a bad woman with blood all over her hands.

Thinking this, Sylvia had already unconsciously moved closer to the bedside.

Observed up close, the sleeping boy's delicate features and long eyelashes were almost enough to make Sylvia's XP system spiral out of control.

If she woke Miles now, she would lose the opportunity.

Lose the opportunity to do… other things.

"Calm down. If I do something like that, wouldn't I really be carrying out a nighttime raid!"

Shaking her head, Sylvia forced herself to clear the wicked thoughts from her mind.

Then Sylvia suddenly noticed footsteps in the corridor outside, slowly approaching the room door.

"It's already this late. Someone's coming to Miles' room? That can't be possible!"

Not at all. Aren't you here too?

As the footsteps drew closer, Sylvia could already be certain that the person outside was headed straight for this room.

Afraid of exposing herself, Sylvia panicked for a moment, and her instinct to hide made her stuff herself into the wardrobe.

The very next second, the sound of the door handle being turned rang out.

"In the middle of the night, who on earth is it?"

Hiding in the dark wardrobe, Sylvia could hear her own rapidly pounding heartbeat.

However, after the handle was turned a few times, the door still didn't open.

The door was locked.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Miles had been careless enough to leave the window open, he had at least properly locked the door before going to sleep.

Hiding inside the wardrobe, Sylvia clasped the cross at her chest with both hands, praying that the nighttime intruder outside would give up.

However, a prayer mixed with personal desire seemed unable to reach God.

The sound of the door handle turning disappeared, but the person outside hadn't given up.

Along with the flow of mana glowing faintly with light, a blue magic circle appeared inside the room.

"This is… teleportation magic?"

Peering through the gap in the wardrobe, Sylvia recognized the spatial teleportation magic at a glance.

Among the people of Livorden, the only one capable of using spatial teleportation magic was probably that so-called Court Magus, the Gray Witch.

Sylvia had already noticed during the day that the gray-haired witch's attitude toward Miles was very unusual.

She hadn't expected her to be the same kind of person as herself… how shameless!

Yet when the teleportation magic finished and the figure appeared within the pale-blue magic circle, it wasn't the Gray Witch Irena whom Sylvia had expected.

The person wore long robes, a cloak covering half their face, while the other half was obscured by darkness.

Though their face couldn't be seen clearly, judging from their build, the mysterious cloaked figure was likely male.

A man coming to carry out a nighttime raid on Miles in the dead of night? That was even stranger.

Could it be some priest?

No… maybe her thoughts were just too filthy.

The other party's target might not even be Miles.

A fallen mage like that, greedy for money, sneaking into a wealthy residence using teleportation magic to do a bit of thievery was also entirely possible.

Continuing to hide in the wardrobe, Sylvia decided to observe a little longer.

With footsteps that weren't particularly concealed, the mysterious cloaked man walked toward the bed, and a slightly young voice slowly spoke.

"So we finally meet again, Miles."

"…"

So this was a complete and utter pervert who had come specifically for Miles!

As a sacred nun, Sylvia absolutely could not allow anything that might harm a little boy to happen right before her eyes.

Driven by her "sense of justice," Sylvia charged straight out of the wardrobe.

"Stop right there, you disgusting pervert!"

Even the cloaked man likely hadn't expected someone to be hiding inside Miles' wardrobe, and a trace of surprise instantly flashed through his eyes.

"You… are you someone from the church?"

However, upon seeing Sylvia dressed in a nun's habit, the cloaked man seemed to reach his own conclusion.

Magic surged in his hand, and the spatial teleportation magic circle beneath his feet activated once again.

This time, the spatial magic circle that opened directly included Sylvia inside its range.

"This is bad! It's high-tier spatial magic!"

Ordinary teleportation magic could only transport the caster themselves. Being able to teleport others along with the caster meant the level of the spatial magic was on a whole different tier.

To be able to cast magic at instant-speed of this caliber meant the intruder was no ordinary threat! He was definitely not some petty thief-level mage.

White teleportation light filled her vision. When Sylvia finally came back to her senses, she and the cloaked man had already been transferred to an open area several streets away from the diplomatic residence.

At the same time, awakened by the loud commotion in the room, Miles barely opened his eyes. He glanced around, but found nothing at all inside the room.

"…Strange. Was I dreaming again?"

"That probably wasn't a dream, Miles."

Dark Aisha's voice came from within the Millennium Puzzle.

"I didn't see anything, but I heard it."

Because of their shared vision, with Miles still half-asleep, Dark Aisha also couldn't see anything happening outside the Soul Room.

"Then what did you hear?"

"'Stop right there, you disgusting pervert!'" Aisha mimicked Sylvia's tone from earlier.

"Huh?" That only left Miles even more confused.

Anyhow, without a doubt, something unspeakable had definitely happened in this room just now.

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