Chapter 56: Witch Moon Phantom Scale.
Suna wasn’t surprised by Skoll’s response.
She also knew the black-gowned beauty’s intent to join this “training” game was to extract intel on her.
As a Demon King’s agent, Suna understood that once such people fixated on her, the risk of identity exposure rose.
But she showed no emotion—overzealous concealment would create flaws.
Turning to the witch, Suna said flatly, “Since Kur agreed, before discussing benefits, may I have your title, miss?”
“Without a name, communication’s awkward… Call me Moon Phantom Scale.”
Suna analyzed her micro-expressions for truthfulness.
[Probably a code name, but that style… with her black hair and soft features, a descendant from another continent? Or just another disguise?]
Though curious about the name’s authenticity, Suna prioritized business.
“Then, Miss Moon Phantom Scale, as for benefits, I’ll answer one question about me or show my true face. Once the deal’s done, I’ll honor it. Provided… the intel is accurate.”
Moon Phantom Scale tapped her fingers on the alloy desk thoughtfully.
“Ensuring accurate intel? Interesting. I thought you’d hide your identity more. But fine, we have ways to guarantee truthful, unadulterated information.”
She pulled an item from her storage ring, placing it on the desk.
The half-statue of a blindfolded girl holding scales emitted a subtle, uncomfortable magic.
“A Lie Detector Statue? That’s temple-made. You have one here?”
Skoll recognized it instantly.
Its function was simple: detect truth from lies, strong enough for golden-tier speech.
“Prop’s ready. Let’s begin. I want two pieces of intel: first, whether Blackmount City and surrounding disappearances rose or fell compared to last month. Second, the net change in magic beast remains transactions from last month.”
Suna held up two fingers.
Moon Phantom Scale, surprised by the odd requests, teased, “What? Faceless Saintess, you’re no ivory-tower mage researcher. Gathering this for a thesis?”
Skoll, mulling Suna’s intent, stayed silent.
Suna shrugged off the jab. “So, Miss Moon Phantom Scale, do you have the intel?”
“I can’t guess what you’re after from these, but yes, we can provide. Two pieces for twelve gold coins.”
Skoll blurted, “That’s expensive!”
No wonder—enough for two silver-tier warriors’ full gear, with change left.
Moon Phantom Scale chuckled. “Kid, this isn’t official data—it’s near-truth. Disappearance rates show safety levels; beast remains trades aid commerce.”
Noticing something, she smirked slyly at Suna. “Planning to do business here, Faceless Saintess?”
Suna shrugged, ignoring the probing joke.
She pulled a dozen Corona Flowers from her pouch.
“I’ll pay with these.”
Moon Phantom Scale’s eyes narrowed at the magic-infused blooms, her gaze serpentine.
“Generous, Faceless Saintess. But selling these would discount them heavily.”
“Doesn’t matter. They’d fade anyway—better to trade.”
Suna used clear water streams to float the flowers onto the desk.
Pleased, Moon Phantom Scale replied, “If you insist, we won’t skimp on the intel.”
She withdrew two scrolls from her ring, unfurling them to reveal blank surfaces.
Skoll, analyzing Suna’s purpose, questioned, “Blank? Miss Moon Phantom Scale, are you joking?”
“The scrolls are just carriers for the intel.”
Moon Phantom Scale’s lips moved rapidly, uttering high-frequency noise.
The garbled sounds coalesced under her magic, forming black text on the scrolls, completing two full reports.