The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 76: On the Views on Aliens
Kate Pasetti's room is on the second floor.

When Roland was told by the servant that he could enter, the woman had already put on a more comfortable household skirt and was sitting in front of the dressing table dressing herself.

The older maid in the room kept eyeing him warily.

"Mr. Collins."

Mrs. Pasetti seemed more energetic now, although judging from the time, she only took a nap for more than half an hour.

"Are you and your friends ready?"

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm quite familiar with the local patrol officers."

She turned her head and glanced at Roland who was standing not far away. She said in a gentle voice, "Please sit down. Don't worry about trivial matters. My servants are in the room."

As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman beside her moved a short stool to Roland's side and placed it far away.

Then, with a look of disdain on her face, she pinched the corner of his sleeve and "helped" him to sit down.

"I don't know whether I should prepare dinner for you and your friends. From what that gentleman said, it's not necessary... but... you should at least eat something..."

This woman appears to be 'perfect' in every way.

But according to the investigation, she became the Baron's mistress for less than a year. Before that, Kate Pasetti was just a vaudeville actress...

Alternative.

Her family was not well off, she had no father, and her mother worked in a cotton mill before she died of pulmonary edema.

From all aspects, she shouldn't have anything to do with aliens...

Is that right?

"I want to thank you on behalf of my brothers and sisters, ma'am," Roland explained with a smile, "but we need some time to observe and prepare. Besides, we had dinner on the way here."

Pasetti glanced at the clock.

"...Thank you, Mr. Collins." She clenched her nails, frowned her thin eyebrows, and said like praying: "May it not harm you and your friends...May the Father of All Things bless His devout believers..."

Roland's "secret" began to unfold when he entered the room.

"Besides what you just told us..." Roland asked, "Can you remember anything else worth noting?"

The woman said nothing.

"Why don't you want to be escorted to the church by us?"

"You should have other ways, such as sending servants one by one—"

unexpectedly.

These two sentences excited the woman.

Her voice was no longer gentle, but became sharp and piercing, catching people off guard when it exploded.

"I told you! I have nothing to do with that alien! I know nothing! I live in a villa! I have my own garden, coachman and servants! How could I be involved with an alien!!"

"If you could focus on the bad guy who disturbed my life instead of going around trying to interrogate me!!"

"You are not qualified!!"

"Do you know who I am?!"

"Not counting socializing, my weekly food and drink expenses alone cost at least thirty or forty gold pounds! How can I know anything about monsters?!"

"Father of all creation..."

"Can you please stop treating a real lady like the poor, low-moral people she is?"

This frightened the middle-aged maid beside her. She quickly grabbed the woman's wrist, whispered to comfort her, and bent her neck to glare at Roland.

Roland lowered his eyes.

"There must be something wrong with her."
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Yes.
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But now I know what Fernandez means.
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Even if the truth is laid out before us, who would dare to admit that they are related to the aliens... in front of the executive officer?

and so…

It doesn't make any sense anymore.

They were not in a position to interrogate her.

"You are not qualified to interrogate a knight's mistress, Roland."
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I know.

"That's right."
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Ok?
“When do you measure your tongue?”

Roland: ...He stood up, apologized, and left the room.

After the door was closed, shrill screams and curses could still be heard in the room.

When Roland came down the stairs with a sullen face, he soon heard Fernandez's gloating laughter.

Oh, and Cinder Kratov.

Both of them seemed to have been through the same thing, and they were happy to see what a 'newbie' should go through.

"I can hear her scolding you from here. Why, your angelic appearance can't be used as a pass today?"

The square-faced man laughed as he spoke, while Shandel covered his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

"I just asked her if there was anything she missed..."

Roland came to the living room, expressionless, and kicked Fernandez and Cinder's chair legs with his boots. "She told me that her weekly food and drink expenses are at least thirty or forty gold pounds..."

Fernandez laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

Finally, I saw Roland's expression like this.

In fact, Fernandez didn't want him to be clear about status, class, and identity. Given Roland's background, no one was more familiar with these words than him.

Fernandez just wanted Roland to understand what the so-called "alien" meant.

The laughter died down and the man's expression gradually became serious.

"How did the alien species come into being, Roland?"

Roland answered subconsciously: "From human emotions, wishes, obsessions, and fantasies. They are active in the sleeping world and appear due to some undiscovered rules."

"Yes, I remember it very well."

Fernandez nodded and tapped his knee with his index finger:

"Cultists are evil-minded, but aliens are the opposite."

"They don't realize that their activities will cause harm to humans, and how drastic and long-lasting the impact will be - they will involuntarily pull the sleeping world into the waking world, causing the two worlds to overlap."

"Plus, their remains are beneficial to the ritualist..."

"So, the ritualists who believe in the Ten Crown God will not allow alien species to invade the human world no matter how you look at it."

"We have to take them out... one by one."

They are worse than cults.

At least the cultists are human, and the aliens are not.

Fernandez followed the logic and continued:

"Then, can I think that a person who is approached, chosen, or even responded to by an alien has problems in itself?"

Roland stared at Fernandez, watching him talking to himself.

"What on earth did it do, what did it think, and what did it come into contact with to be entangled by the alien species?"

“That in itself is problematic.”

When everyone thinks this way, why bother about what is true and what is false?

"Do you understand? Once you are involved with aliens," Fernandez spread his hands, "everything you have worked hard to build will collapse in an instant."

“This is absolutely correct.”

"No one will dare to admit it, Roland."

Fernandez finished speaking, leaving Roland time to digest it.

The issue of xenogeneics is actually very complicated.

Even within the Inquisition, the executors have their own opinions - but this is not surprising, nor is it a big deal.

Whatever you think is fine.

For justice, for the corpses of alien species, for the protection of mankind, for the stability of the awakened world, for revenge, for the hired gold, for...

As long as the behavior is correct, the Inquisition does not care if the Executor's views on aliens deviate slightly from the doctrine -

Opinions don’t matter, just eliminate them.

(End of this chapter)