But you really give me surprises...
While running, I looked at the reflection in the fog beside me.
The tentacles are still there.
Growing right on the "forehead" of her shadow, six tentacles waving six "shadow blades" were twisting around, like a child trying to take credit from its mother.
Do not be silly.
She twitched the corners of her mouth.
Who would be grateful for this kind of thing!
I hope this influence won't last forever...
With all sorts of thoughts running through his mind, Hitzfeld was still counting his steps.
How strange, she thought.
110 steps may sound like a lot, but it's too short if you run it.
Even if one step is one meter, it is only a little over 9 meters. Although it is impossible for a normal person to run 10 meters in 13-15 seconds, it is still very easy to run - seconds.
She had been running twice for almost thirty seconds, so why didn't she see the center of the prison?
Where is the table you promised?
Is Lika-Haven lying to me?
Do you want to go back now?
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld rejected this option.
If it was really as she guessed, the space inside the fog might be disordered... and it was because of this influence that the distance did not match what Lika said, then there was no point for her to turn back now.
Moving forward, every step she takes is likely to be chaotic.
This step may be one meter back or ten meters forward.
The same goes for retreating.
If it's not what I thought, it would be even worse... That means the sound of the horn just now will attract a lot of idle guys... They will completely block my way back.
Unless I take a detour, but that might be more dangerous.
Let’s just keep walking forward and see.
After all, I have been here.
Take a walk and see if you can find familiar scenery...
With hope in mind, she tried not to make any noise and carefully dodged and avoided the wandering strange shadows.
It's not all monstrous monsters here.
She had also seen the petite strange figure.
A man covered in black robes stood beside the stone pillar and asked her in Seran if she needed help.
She didn't even look at him, but just changed her shadow, making it seem as if she was also tied with a chain, and moved behind the stone pillar on the other side.
After passing here, she returned to her normal speed and walked forward. Suddenly, she felt a heat in her left eye.
Take your steps back.
Not hot anymore.
Change direction and it's hot again.
Interesting... it also has a guidance function?
She decided to follow this guidance.
After several experiments, she figured out the guidance rule - as long as she went the wrong way, her left eye would heat up as a prompt. She relied on this function to correct the direction little by little, and finally saw the fog in front of her begin to fade after three minutes.
It rolled back like clouds, revealing a gigantic stone statue that was who knows how many meters high... the top of which could not even be seen.
Under the statue was a long table with a stool in front of it, on which stood a large book and a bottle of ink. All around the floor were piles of large white candles, held together by melted wax.
It's here.
Hitzfeld confirmed secretly.
It is indeed much clearer than I remembered... Maybe it's because I was the one who came in consciously at the time, and my physical body was still in the real world.
And now I am complete.
Just let me see your mystery.
After making sure that there was no movement around and that there was no strange giant hidden behind the statue, Hitzfeld stepped forward, reached out to touch the surface of the stool, and sat down on it.
The big book was open. She brought it closer and a line of characters immediately appeared on the page.
[Nice to meet you, dear Aini~ I am the one who guided you last time...'The truth about the destruction of Laceres' - you should remember?]
Hitzfeld was about to speak, but looking around, she chose to communicate silently.
Take out a pen and try writing on the page first.
Sure enough, it doesn’t work...
She was sure there was ink in the pen, but ink from outside seemed unable to leave a mark on the page.
Helpless, I could only squeeze it out and then dip it in the ink accumulated in the ink bottle.
In the middle, she suddenly frowned.
Red ink?
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it too much for now…
She picked up her pen and wrote at the bottom of the page:
[I remember.]
[But before we go any further, you should tell me your name.]
[My name is Tusa.]
The reply came quickly from the page.
[You seem to trust me very much~]
[But I am not afraid to tell you~]
[I also have a nickname recognized by Amen Harwin, called 'The King of Lies'...]
Chapter 48: The Prisoner Who Gloats at Other's Misfortune (Two in One)
Should I understand this statement as having its own unique sense of humor, or should I regard it as crazy from this moment on?
With some hesitation, Hitzfeld felt that he was caught in some kind of paradox.
When a person tells you "he is lying", if it is true, then it is false.
If it is false, then it is true.
I don’t care what the Sun King thinks of you for now, but I can get a rough idea of how cunning you are just from this sentence!
Is there no means to restrain it?
By the way... its tone was obviously not so cheerful last time. Was it because I saw the projection left by the Sun King here at that time?
The blonde woman with her back to this side should be the same person as Amen-Haven seen in the flashback. When I first entered the temple, I saw her sitting at a low table reading this book. Although she was not there the second time, her sword - according to the instructor, it was the "Sword of the Sun King" which was further strengthened based on the "Sword of the Lionheart King" - was still leaning on the low table, which indirectly indicated that she might not have gone far.
So that’s why I could get help so easily the second time. I was directly instilled with information about “Desire Aberration” and “Level 3 Aberration” by the book. It is also through this knowledge that we can defeat the Evil God of Desire.
Hitzfeld suddenly felt a little uncertain because the images she saw in her memory conflicted with the information she had obtained.
Channels obtained from various sources told her that the Kingdom of the Sun God had fled and Amenhawin was missing.
Then who was the woman I saw here at the beginning?
That blond figure from behind... maybe the appearance could be faked, but how could the power of the Sun King Sword be faked?
I was still a mortal at that time! Just being picked up by a mortal could hurt the "Three-Handed Evil God"... You know, I am not sure I can beat the "Three-Handed Evil God" now!
Lika-Haven said that she would wait for Erwin... From this sentence, we can analyze that the time in the temple and on the ground should be synchronized.
Then there is no such thing as "what I saw was a goddess from the past", which means that just a few years ago, Amenhawen appeared here?
Is it the real body or a projection...
I don’t know the secret of the sun... and I don’t understand the power she holds... This matter is really difficult to handle.
Feeling a little irritated, she forced herself to calm down.
Breathing slows down.
Take it easy……
Take your time...it will be faster.
The pages were still open, the paragraphs written on them had not yet disappeared.
She thought carefully about the last time she read this book and remembered the biggest difference from this time - I didn't bring in any real creations last time.
Look at the pen in my hand and then look at the book…so how did I communicate with it last time?
It seems to be consciousness.
At the beginning, the book was filled with incomprehensible, dizzying and distorted characters. I couldn’t stand it and kept thinking “Lazarus, Lazarus”... and I hoped that the book would “have some characters that I can understand.”
And then it really did that. The distorted characters turned into understandable Sara language, and it also began to communicate with me through thoughts, which was much more convenient than writing...
In addition, it was obvious that it had read my previous experiences afterwards, so it can be basically confirmed that it has the ability to read people's hearts.
So why, it doesn't do that this time.
Is it because my life level has been elevated to the level of a great being, and it can no longer be seen?
Or……
His eyes wandered around, and Hitzfeld quickly aimed at the bottle of ink.
Red ink...we are old friends.
She was not sure whether the liquid in the ink bottle was the "divine blood ink" she had seen before, but... considering that it could be placed in such an important place, especially Lika Harwin had repeatedly emphasized the importance of ink.
These are Lika's original words.
Use ink if you have it.
If you have ink and pen, use the ones on the table first.
There is no ink to exchange for my own blood.
If you don't have either, you can only prick your finger and force yourself to write.
Lika was obviously in a state of "knowing it but not knowing why". She only knew that it was best to do so, but she didn't know why she should do so.
So even if it is not "Divine Blood Ink", I think its existence should have a certain restraining effect on "Tusa, the Lord of Lies".
That's what Hitzfeld thought.
If so, then it can be controlled - "Divine Blood Ink" can make the content of the writing become reality, which is simply a causal weapon. Use it to write words and ask a "thing that 100% will lie", and that thing will also "100% not lie".
Realizing this, Hitzfeld first checked the level in the ink bottle.
The good news is that although the amount is not much, the liquid inside only fills one-fifth of the entire bottle, but it should be enough for a pen.
She no longer hesitated and picked up the pen to write another line.
[Although you are the king of lies, can the red ink on the table force you to tell only the truth?]
This time it was Tusa's turn to be uncertain in his answer.
After several breaths, a character reluctantly appeared on the blank page.
[……yes.]
Then we started to make positive progress.
With her eyes half-closed in pleasure, the silver-haired goddess quickly wrote below:
[Tell me where 'Emen-Browvehaven-Victoria' is now.]
