A hollow laugh escaped me without my realizing it.
There had been more than enough clues.
No matter how many gifts Dominic received from his patients while operating a small clinic in Mournveil, it made no sense for him to possess wealth beyond the maximum display limit.
Not unless some cult had been supporting him.
The abilities he had displayed before me were anything but ordinary.
Edel had even stated the truth openly.
“Every person in Mournveil received treatment from Dr. Dominic. Without a single exception.”
“Because the Doctor called us. He summoned us to his clinic.”
It had been the call of the void.
“…….”
I briefly closed my eyes as a wave of dizziness struck.
Edel’s laughter echoed throughout the underground chamber.
I barely suppressed the vertigo and opened my eyes.
Edel smiled beautifully. She looked at me as though I were prey already caught.
Beneath that greedy gaze, I carefully examined every part of her.
The revealing nature of her clothes made them useful at times like this.
As expected, no part of her body had transformed.
An inconspicuous area might have changed, but that alone could not grant her power on this scale.
She definitely had not formed a contract with Dominic.
‘He must not have welcomed the idea.’
Dominic had fitted himself to the role of “Mournveil’s psychiatrist.”
He would…