Charlette stood once again in front of Doro.
"Charlette, your gaze is slightly different from before. Have you found your path and intend to challenge me again?" Doro gazed at Charlette. From her, he didn’t sense a presence threatening enough to him; on the contrary, she was as feeble as ever.
"That will take some time. I just have some things I want to say to you."
Doro frowned: "I don’t think there’s anything to say between us. Anything that needed to be said has long been said. The feelings back then, the feelings now, I believe there’s no misunderstanding between us. You won’t think you were wrong, and I won’t think I was wrong. Strength alone decides victory or defeat, only the strong are right; do I need to explain this to you?"
"That’s not what I wanted to say... What I want to say is..."
She seemed somewhat uneasy: "There might be something wrong with the Goddess."
Mohe had mentioned this to Doro, saying that Charlette might have realized the issue while summoning the Divine Descent of the Goddess, and later locking herself in the tower was perhaps not just to reach that state, but to continuously communicate with the Goddess in various ways to test the state of the Goddess, ultimately leaving the White Church and taking on the so-called "responsibility." Being excommunicated from the church might mean she already realized the issue.
Confirmed the Goddess’s "death."
"There’s an issue with the Goddess, what does that have to do with me?" Doro wore the only crown, appearing so high up, completely different from the Doro everyone remembered.
"Aren’t you interested in this?"
Doro was a bit surprised: "I thought you’d say that no matter what, I am the Hero chosen by the Goddess, and having received the Goddess’s grace, this matters to me or something like that. But you speak of interest... You’re interesting, Charlette."
"You are different from the past now—no matter how much I don’t want to admit it, no matter how much I deny it, you are different from your past self, it’s a fact I have to face. The current you won’t care about those past things, you will only care about what interests you, and what matters to you," Charlette slowly voiced her thoughts. "So if you’re interested in this, I can tell you some related circumstances."
"What if I’m not interested?"
"I will investigate on my own."
Doro snorted coldly: "The Elf Queen has banished many of the Elf Race’s Great Elemental Tutor-level powerful ones into infinite space, having them search for the Celestial Realm, where the Goddess is. But Mohe told me the only way to the Celestial Realm is through the world of the undead — which is the previous battleground. Do you think you can reach the presence of the Goddess on your own? Besides, you are so weak now."
"I know it’s difficult, but—humans already have you."
Hearing her words, Doro was stunned for a moment.
"With your current power surpassing Mohe as the Demon King, reaching an unimaginable realm, even the Goddess might not be your match. With you present, the Goddess is no longer a necessity for humanity—I just want to put a full stop to these years of my faith."
"Obviously, you’ve been expelled from the White Church... this was even your own choice. At this point, speaking of your faith in the Goddess, do you find it reasonable? Furthermore, what you did to me with them at the time, did you ask the Goddess? What loyalty and faith do you have towards the Goddess?"
Charlette’s expression wasn’t very good; she knew what Doro said was true, and she had no room to refute—it wouldn’t change the past.
"If you say your plan is to find the Goddess’s remains, absorb the Goddess’s power, reach our level, and then battle me, I wouldn’t disapprove."
Charlette remained silent.
Doro laughed: "Looks like I was right. I think, after your various tests, you have already determined that what responds to believers’ calls now is not the real Goddess, but the Goddess’s nearly eternal ’corpse.’ So you believe it can be usurped."
"That’s the way, Charlette. If everyone were more honest, the world would be a better place. Sneaky scheming is not a very friendly thing to do," Doro’s smile became even more pronounced. "Regarding this matter, Mohe and I will head to the Celestial Realm to investigate the situation of the Goddess. Mohe had also determined the state of the Goddess through his own tests earlier, if you can convince Mohe..."
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Recently, Mohe has been enjoying being a maid. In fact, while the Elf Race and Dwarf Race both tried to join Mohe and failed, Doro did not make things difficult for these two races, and they were ultimately much stronger than others. So it was okay; the newly established Wizard race became a race whose numbers could be artificially increased, and the Wizard Seed became a very popular type.
In such circumstances, Mohe didn’t have much else to do.
As the Demon King, this is the norm, with most times having nothing to do. Comparatively, being a maid now was quite good.
Although Doro often gave extremely perverse, nearly unbearable orders under the title of "master," fortunately, Mohe, too, was a somewhat perverse Demon King, so it was about the same on both sides.