My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 273: Searching for the Truth 2

But there was also confusion—because none of them knew what happened next in the meeting room.

Even Gilbert, when asked, shook his head despite being the so called overseer.

And that wasn’t the only strange thing about this place.

Something felt… off.

’The people here are like puppets. ’

It was an honest observation on his part. The way these people moved felt like they were just here for show.

Asher glanced at their screens, scanning the documents and tasks they were working on.

Menial. Pointless.

Things that Deuz could easily automate if it wanted to. Yet, they were all here, going through the motions like actors in a play, their roles carefully assigned.

It was unsettling. Even Lucy’s city had more character than this.

And what was even stranger was that these people didn’t seem to notice.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Gilbert started moving.

Asher tailed him, keeping a careful distance. The officer entered a private office, closing the door behind him.

’Perfect.’

He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then slipped inside just before the door closed.

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Gilbert sat down at his desk, stretching his fingers before pulling the keyboard closer.

His screen flickered to life, casting a pale blue glow over his face as he typed in his login credentials.

Asher watched from behind, perfectly still.

His eyes darted between the old man’s fingers and the monitor, memorizing every keystroke. Username. Password. Security key.

’Got it.’

Gilbert barely hesitated before confirming his login, confident that no one could be spying on him right now.

The computer system granted access with a soft chime, and a dashboard full of classified files loaded onto the screen.

That’s when Asher noticed it—an icon on the screen that stood out from the rest. A black circle with a red eye at its center.

It wasn’t part of the standard system interface. It just sat there, unmoving, watching.

Gilbert clicked the icon.

For a moment, the screen flickered. Then, a silhouette emerged—hazy, shifting, barely holding form.

A face. Or at least, the imitation of one.

It was Deuz.

Asher clenched his fists, a flicker of anger rising in his chest. But he forced himself to stay composed. This was just a projection, not the real thing.

A low, crackling hum filled the room—faint at first, like distant radio interference, then steadily growing louder.

[You don’t need to hide. I know you’ve been here all along.]

Gilbert was confused. He looked around, only to see a person materializing out of thin air.

The old man was going to scream, but his mouth was grab.

Gilbert’s breath hitched. Asher’s grip was firm, his fingers pressing into the jaw just enough to make his point.

"You’re dead if you make a noise" Asher warned.

His usual calm demeanor was replaced by annoyance after being detected so easily.

"Why did you lie to me?" Asher asked without hesitation. Enjoy new tales from novelbuddy

[Lie to you?]

"You told me Lucy killed my mother, but I’ve already confirmed that isn’t the truth."

There was a moment of pause on Deuz’s side before it responded.

[Mr. Asher, I only showed you the video I found on the internet and based my assumption on that.].

"And I’m telling you that your guess was wrong," Asher’s voice turned dangerously low.

[Then, I apologize, Mr. Asher. There is no such thing as 100% certainty in this world. With your new information, I can reanalyze my theory again.]

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[A being that could shapeshift pretended to be Lucy and killed your mother.]

"Another lie…" Asher’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. "Do you really think I’m stupid?"

[I am not lying, Mr. Asher. I don’t even have that function.]

"You really want to play this game? I will destroy this whole city if you don’t give me the truth." he could barely held back his anger.

But Deuz held its ground.

[Let’s talk about this, Mr. Asher. If Lucy really didn’t kill your mother, yet there’s a video of her doing it, then the only explanation is a shapeshifter.

[I will list all the known demons capable of such a thing, and you can verify it yourself.]

>>Doppelganger

>>Oni

>>Rakshasa

>>Djinn

>>Fox Demon

"Fox!" Asher’s eyes widened.

He clenched his fist again. He didn’t want to believe it but if it was her… it would make sense.

She knew too much about him. And she worked directly for that Angel —the one who wanted to get him.

’Damn it... She has all the motives...’ he trailed off, his emotions running amok again.

His chest tightened, a storm of anger twisting inside him.

"Alright," he let go of Gilbert. "I’m going to give you another chance. Do you have any information about a fox demon with nine tails?"

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[Yes. If you’re talking about a fox demon with nine tails, then that could be Kitsune from Eastern folklore,]

[But the data I have is just from the old internet. I don’t have any concrete information, like a location or anything.]

Hearing her name sent a jolt through Asher. It all lined up too well. If she was involved, then everything made sense.

"I will make them regret this."

Asher took another breath, forcing himself to think instead of just react. His gaze shifted to the screen, his fingers tightening into fists again.

"What are the chances my mother is still alive if we assume Kitsune was the one who did this?

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[There’s a high probability that the video I got was just an illusion. In folklore, Kitsune has the ability to create incredibly realistic illusions.]

Asher blinked, his mind racing. He remembered her once trapping everyone inside a massive illusion.

’So... there’s still a chance,’ he muttered. His hands trembled, not with fear, but with renewed hope.

"I’ll find her. And if I find out you’re lying…" He leaned closer to the monitor. "I will destroy you—along with this entire city."

[Mr. Asher, I am only presenting the results of my data. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.]