"Uhm... a strange ceiling." Charlotte opened her eyes in bed and said vaguely.

"But Caroline is the known Caroline."

Caroline handed over a complete set of gray clothing.

"It's time to get up, miss. We need to go look for the cultists today. I hope after a night of sleep, you've thought about how to begin."

"Yes! Caroline, now I have a target!" Charlotte immediately became energetic and jumped out of bed.

Caroline was surprised by the energy of the young lady and only hoped that the "target" she mentioned wouldn’t be too extravagant.

Beatrice woke up earlier than the two. By the time Charlotte finished dressing and went downstairs with Caroline, Beatrice had already finished breakfast, wearing glasses and curled up in an armchair reading the newspaper.

On the table where they had tea the night before, there was a tray with toast and two fried eggs, with steam rising from the teacup.

"Good morning, Miss Beatrice."

Hearing Charlotte’s greeting, Beatrice set down the newspaper and looked at Charlotte. Charlotte had already changed out of her blood-stained clothes and was now dressed similarly to Caroline, in a long gray coat, vest, and trousers.

This was Charlotte's formal attire for action occasions.

Though it was a more masculine style, noblewomen in Wenze usually didn’t mind, going to battle with a sword was always normal for them.

Charlotte’s originally light gold hair had been dyed black. Upon closer inspection, one could still see a hint of pink at the ends. This was the biggest compromise she made. Beatrice suddenly became curious about the scene of Charlotte cutting her hair.

"Eat first. I hope the breakfast made by this old lady suits you." Beatrice pointed to the breakfast on the table.

Charlotte thanked and sat down to eat. Caroline said she wouldn’t eat, which surprised Beatrice: "Doesn't the creation of Mr. Amon have the ability to digest food?"

"My lord thinks it unnecessary." Caroline responded with a slightly helpless tone.

However, the breakfast was not wasted.

Charlotte helped finish Caroline's portion and explained that it was because of the heavy effort yesterday; she didn’t want to be seen as a big eater.

After breakfast, Caroline cleaned the table. The three of them sat down to discuss the day’s action plans.

Charlotte noticed that the newspaper Beatrice was reading was called 'Solvellon Gazette.'

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The name was really strange.

"I have a few old friends in the police station who can provide me with information. I'll go look for them later. As for you two..."

Charlotte hurriedly spoke: "We have a target!"

"Ah!" Beatrice was surprised.

She had only been in the city for half a day, and they had already identified a target. Even though they had experienced an incident yesterday, such sharp investigative skills were rare. Indeed, it was no wonder she was the daughter of the two.

"Yesterday, I saw someone who could be a cultist." Charlotte spoke with confidence.

"How so?"

"Ah... well, it's more of an intuition, I guess?"

"Oh." Beatrice responded flatly.

Charlotte thought that in Beatrice's eyes, she might seem silly. Who would use intuition as evidence?

But that strange feeling told her with certainty that the man was somehow related to the cult.

"Then let's go." Beatrice handed Charlotte a letter.

"When you return, stop by the alchemist’s guild. You are Mr. Amon’s daughter; white alchemy should be good. And knowing people is always useful."

When Beatrice mentioned "Mr. Amon’s daughter, white alchemy should be good," she did not notice that Charlotte’s knuckles were turning white from the force she was applying while gripping her hands.

"I understand." Charlotte said with a tone of clear dissatisfaction. Beatrice thought she didn’t like white alchemy, believing that her parents forced her to follow their path in some area, something Beatrice had seen before.

"If you don’t like it, we can leave it."

"No, no," Charlotte quickly explained, "at least in white alchemy, don’t call me Mr. Amon’s daughter, okay? There’s always someone who thinks that because I am his daughter, I should be a genius at alchemy, but he never taught me anything, and what I achieved has absolutely nothing to do with him."

"Understood." Beatrice said, understanding. Children living under their parents' grandeur often feel the pressure to be recognized, but are always seen as if what they achieved was simply a right.

"What level did you pass in white alchemy? Oh, thanks." Beatrice took the teacup that Caroline had brought and began to blow on it.

"Second level."

This time, Beatrice almost choked on her tea.

"Second level, no wonder..." Beatrice wanted to say "no wonder you are Mr. Amon’s daughter," but recalled what Charlotte had said earlier and quickly changed her wording. "No wonder, very impressive."

Charlotte raised her chin proudly.

"Pay attention now. I arranged a new identity for you. Now, you are Charlotte Bellamy. And you, Caroline Bellamy, her sister. You are my distant nieces from Vilbyss. I took care of all the details. Remember that?"

Beatrice asked, concerned if Charlotte had understood after seeing her confident behavior.

Vilbyss was a city to the east of Solvellon, connected by waterways. Even in the Fog Era, communication between the two cities was never interrupted.

"Yes, Beatrice aunt... um... Beatrice, mom." Charlotte responded happily.

Caroline was even more confused.

How did she manage to arrange their identities so quickly? What was this lady truly? Given the way she spoke about the "sir and madam," it seemed she had a good relationship with them, and she truly helped the young lady.

Perhaps, while investigating the cultists, they should also investigate Beatrice's identity.

"If you are discovered, go directly to the alchemist’s guild, look for a man named Soren, and tell him: 'Mr. Amon sent me to find Miss Beatrice.' He will tell you what to do. But if possible," Beatrice turned to Caroline, "you cannot go to the guild unless it is the last resort."

Caroline nodded: "I understand."

Caroline was a fifth-tier puppet, and no one of the same level as her could be found in Solvellon.

Though she was fully covered, with gloves, a black silk choker, and appeared human, high-level alchemists could still identify her true identity.

"Let’s go then." Beatrice put on a hat and picked up a light-colored handbag, ready to leave.

"Let’s go, let’s go, Caroline." Charlotte laughed and hugged Caroline’s arm, repeatedly saying, "Sister, sister, hehe, Caroline, sister."

Caroline felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to being so close to Charlotte in front of others.

No matter how good their relationship was, she was still Charlotte’s maid.