Inside the tower of the White Church.
Charlette, the Saintess, was bathed in pure white light. With her breathing rhythm, the pure white light ebbed and flowed like a tide.
At this moment, Charlette looked incomparably holy, making it hard to imagine her as the Bloodthirsty Butcher who could mercilessly massacre the entire Lizardman Kingdom.
Beside her sat a sculpture.
"Honestly, Miss Charlette, aren’t you planning to come out? Both my left and right hands have returned to my body, and now I can easily destroy everything with a curse," a girl named Mohe said, her voice continually emanating from within.
Charlette pretended not to hear it, continuing her practice of Divine Art.
It wasn’t until the pure white light around her dissipated with her breathing and completely vanished that she finally spoke: "Is it that I didn’t take into account Gedora, or that you didn’t take him into account? If you keep contacting me frequently, once he finds out, it seems your credibility will be at great risk."
Although a long time passed before Charlette responded to Mohe, Mohe’s response came quite quickly, as if she had been waiting for Charlette: "You say that, Miss Charlette, as if Mr. Doro had ever trusted me. He’s still in meetings with several other women discussing whether I have any schemes, when all I want is to take a vacation in Butuo City. How simple a wish that is!"
Charlette wanted to say this, but her good upbringing stopped her from using such vulgar language: "So, tell me, what are you planning to do? Before having enough power to defeat him, to defeat you, I won’t come out."
"Then you might as well never come out in this lifetime, because you don’t have that talent. You think you can reach this realm because you’re approaching the divine, but in the end, who will it be, you or the god? I think you should be very clear."
"This has nothing to do with you." Charlette remained unmoved by Mohe’s words. "I will not take any action."
Mohe’s voice sounded indifferent: "Oh~ really? Even when the Star Tear, which once razed a city to the ground in ancient times, is about to fall there, erasing the entire city and triggering nearby volcanoes, turning the whole area into a living purgatory... won’t you take any action?"
Charlette’s pupils contracted: "That’s not it!"
"It’s an alchemy item I once designed~"
"Isn’t it said in history that it was a one-time use..."
"I don’t know who wrote those erroneous histories. After using it once, I indeed felt heartbroken for the multitude of lives and never used it again... Who ever said that it was a one-time alchemy item? It certainly wasn’t me."
Charlette’s expression changed significantly, but she forced herself to remain calm: "You wouldn’t dare use it, Mohe, you should know the consequences of doing so."
"Being at odds with the world? That’s nothing. For the Demon King, it’s the norm."
"I’m talking about Gedora."
Mohe’s laughter came from the other side, light and lively, very pleasant but simultaneously very evil: "You say that... Even though I made it, I’ve given it to someone else recently! Who would use it? It’s really puzzling... Oh dear! Who could it be? Anyway, Gedora wouldn’t trouble me."
The connection was cut off.
At the same time, the sculpture shattered directly.
Charlette brought this sculpture into the tower knowing that the Demon King would eventually contact her again, but she hadn’t expected—this was what she came to say.
On the bright side, this was a sign that she had put psychological pressure on the Demon King, who probably didn’t want her to become stronger, aiming to force her out, forcing her to be entangled with "trivial matters," so what she was doing was correct, as it made the Demon King wary.
On the downside, this was the Demon King’s sickening playfulness.
The Demon King greatly enjoyed the pleasure of toying with people’s hearts—anyone who had met the reborn Demon King knew this.
As for who it was given to...
Is there even a need to think about it?
Who holds Abinu’s Mirror?
Who has taken over Nalune?
A little bit of thought would reveal who has such a need.
So the question arises. Should Charlette deal with this or not. Get full chapters from NoveI-Fire.ɴet
The alchemy item known as Star Tear had great acclaim in history—after all, it directly embodied the Demon King’s "violence" upon the world. A great city was once blasted to ashes under the power of such an alchemy item. The pit left at that time is still a famous crater today.
Even though a new city has been built in the center of that crater, perhaps... to the people of that era, they had already secretly decided to resist the Demon King.
After ending her connection with Charlette, Mohe looked at the artificial sun rising in the courtyard—of course, taking a vacation was a lie. Does it even need guessing?
With an artificial sun formed by the glorious Lady Saint’s arm, the mansion should be like spring throughout the year, so what reason is there to go on vacation? Hot springs? Volcanic baked eggs? Can’t she do those at home? For others, it might be a challenge, but for Mohe, who had already regained her lungs, it’s a minor issue.
She certainly knew that Doro and the others were speculating about her schemes... but she indeed didn’t have a scheme, or rather, they guessed in the wrong direction.