Chapter 68: The Endless Abyss Bearing the Original Sin
The gray-haired puppet girl did not share her thoughts with the other party for now, simply and silently putting away the two items.
Regardless of the intentions of the person behind all this, the items were now in her possession.
And once something fell into her hands, taking it away...
Hmm, it would be best to first let them experience the "joy of rebirth" that could even ensnare an evil god.
After her meticulous research, this spell had become quite refined:
It primarily targeted the soul, designed to grant the opponent an extreme experience.
First, a smaller fragment would split off from the target’s soul, and this fragment would go through reincarnation, obtaining new life after death.
At that point, the larger remaining portion of the soul would serve as the mother body, giving "birth" to the newly reborn soul.
Until the process of "birth" was fully completed, these two parts of the soul could not reunite and would share memories and sensations.
In other words, the target would simultaneously experience amplified pain and suffocation.
Of course, for some apostles, the humiliation of this spell far outweighed its actual harm.
With this in mind, she began tapping lightly on the table in a cheerful rhythm.
The room then fell silent for a while.
A few minutes later, Sylvia suddenly turned her head to look at Lakdevo, who had flown back to perch on the back of the chair, and spoke with a soft laugh:
"The clergy of St. Ruls Cathedral have already begun preparing to compose the scriptures related to the Lord of Seven Sins."
"But as for the honorific title of the Lord of Seven Sins, I’ve only come up with two segments."
"You intend to use a three-part honorific?"
Lakdevo's voice carried some surprise.
It was not questioning Sylvia's rank but felt that this might carry certain risks.
"Yes."
Sylvia nodded and then continued:
"As far as I know, some evil gods also use three-part honorifics."
Lakdevo fell silent for a moment before replying:
"That’s correct, Master."
"Though those beings are still some distance from the True Gods, they are no longer far away."
"I believe the only difference between them and the True Gods is that one position."
"You wish to shape your other identity in this way?"
"Yes. Not only does it appear stronger than other evil gods, but it also offers some benefits for my future plans."
As she spoke, Sylvia pulled out a blank sheet of white paper and began writing with a dip pen:
"Bearer of the Original Sin, Ever-Changing Endless Abyss."
Though there were only two segments, they both fully pointed to her.
Upon hearing these words, Lakdevo pondered for a moment before finally unable to resist offering advice:
"Master, I still do not recommend you use a three-part honorific for now. It is too ostentatious."
"The Orthodox Church's attitude towards those evil gods, while not as extreme as it is towards the Outer Gods, is still far harsher than toward the other evil gods."
"This seems inconsistent with your original intention."
Hearing his suggestion, Sylvia thought briefly. After weighing the pros and cons, she sighed softly:
"Then let’s keep a lower profile in the early stages."
"Your wisdom is praiseworthy."
Amidst Lakdevo’s flattery, the gray-haired puppet girl crossed out the original two lines and wrote a new honorific:
"Endless Abyss Bearing the Original Sin."
She blended the two previous segments together to compose a new honorific.
In this world, the single-part honorifics of evil gods generally fell into two types—
One type was like the one she just wrote, using simple descriptive words to point toward the evil god, emphasizing the god’s mystery and nobility.
Evil gods who used this kind of honorific would often take an additional, more accessible name for their believers to use, such as her own "Lord of Seven Sins."
The other type was a straightforward style, removing all modifiers and directly reflecting authority and domain. These honorifics could be directly addressed by believers, such as "King of Loathing and Hatred."
Placing the pen back, she forcefully knocked on the table, and at the same time, a deep purple glow spread outward.
A minute later, Loruze knocked on the door. Upon receiving permission, he entered.
"Salutations, Your Grace."
He bowed, while Sylvia casually waved her hand:
"Finished your work aboveground?"
"Finished."
The Radiant Bishop smiled, his face showing no trace of fatigue, only satisfaction.
Hmm? Why did he seem to have the makings of a workaholic?
Come to think of it, she couldn't recall ever seeing him rest while conscious.
Murmuring inwardly, she then spoke:
"Prepare the spiritual materials I requested a week ago and deliver them here."
"At once, Your Grace."
Loruze nodded, then turned and left.
At this moment, Sylvia turned to Lakdevo and asked:
"Have you ever seen him rest?"
The fat crow slightly raised its head, seemingly in thought.
A few seconds later, it shook its head:
"No."
Tsk.
With a quiet chuckle in her heart, she took out the diamond and began considering the possibility of polishing it into a round shape and embedding it into her eye socket.
Hmm... better not.
Leaving aside the issue of size, if she really tried to insert it, it would essentially have the same effect as developing cataracts.
Ugly!
Abandoning that idea, she instead pondered which part of her body would be best to replace with this object.
At this moment, Lakdevo, squatting on the back of the chair, watched his master fiddling and gesturing with the fragment of Dolgounas’s crown. His gaze gradually became a bit peculiar.
It was said that Silquaya the Faceless might be a bit insane? He wasn’t sure if that was true.
The fat crow, who was beginning to harbor blasphemous thoughts, turned its head away.
Just then, Loruze returned to the office, carrying a suitcase.
"Good, just set it on the table."
Sylvia gave a brief instruction and then pointed to the sheet of white paper on the table:
"This is the honorific of my Lord’s incarnation, 'Lord of Seven Sins.'"
"I understand, Your Grace."
Loruze carefully picked up the piece of paper and put it away. With a signal from Sylvia, he turned and left.
Lakdevo tilted his head in puzzlement as he looked at the suitcase in front of him:
"You are going to...?"
Hearing his question, Sylvia's face revealed a faint, elusive smile:
"There are three primary spiritual materials and several auxiliary ones in here."
"It’s time to fulfill a promise I made."
With that, she slowly stood up, circled around to the front of the desk, and picked up the suitcase.
At the same time, she motioned for Lakdevo to fly onto her shoulder and chuckled softly:
"Divoman should be awake by now."
"Hmm... if not, then we’ll scare him awake with a nightmare."
Dreams—also one of the authorities belonging to the domain of the God of Death.
"Ga!"
"Alright!"
The fat crow flapped its wings and let out a loud, shrill cry.
...
Meanwhile, in the Lower Brick District, on the second floor of the Rose Bar.
Dressed formally, Divoman was earnestly engaged in friendly conversation with his subordinates.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed a strange distortion in the space at the corner of the room, followed by a figure gradually materializing from illusion into reality.