"T-Tell ... H-How did the princess achieve this?"
Hearing the most expected question from Olea, as after sowhat helping the princess stood coming towards in a deanor that felt more like an interrogation rather than just a humble inquiry, I knew that it wouldn’t change much regardless of how sweetly she had asked.
I couldn’t simply tell her that I possess a system that directly cuts off the hard work one has to undergo—especially my wives—by giving them cultivation years as a privilege just for being mine.
’Oh, wait,’ now that I thought about it, this could be used to my advantage, as I could clearly see Olea’s desperation to know the secret behind the princess’s sudden rise in strength, which was impossible even with forbidden techniques, considering that even those would take more than several months to achieve such a level of power.
She was definitely struggling to comprehend, much like how I had displayed the killing of those individuals in front of her without making a move, which had already piqued her curiosity to know the reason behind my strength.
The sudden rise in the strength of the princess would only lead her to suspect as the one who held the secret, as I had already piqued her curiosity once.
"It’s the power of love," I revealed, already thinking of a way to offer sothing enticing to Olea, who craved power, so she could realize the enormous perks of becoming my wife.
Anyone in a world yearning for ascendance to immortality would willingly accept that.
In my mind, I was planning to guide my words to instill a seed of doubt in her so that she would think that the princess only beca strong due to marrying .
And regarding Olea falling in love with , true love can develop after marriage too, so I could just work hard later after our marriage if Olea accepts the offer.
"Wh-What nonsense—"
’I know, I know,’ I thought, clearly aware of what she was about to say.
I felt that my words were cringeworthy, but to pick up a main character and a beauty already uninterested in love with who knows how many tis being proposed to—only cringe could make them feel nostalgia.
Olea seed montarily stunned as a sudden voice reached both of us.
"Power of love? Stop being ridiculous, Kyle Arcturus."
’!?’
Clearly taken aback by the sudden voice, I turned to follow the sound’s source.
There, at a distance on the platform in the training arena, stood a woman in a red gown, her presence exuding a visible change in the cold aura while the fluttering translucent fabric revealed lips that seed cold.
’What is she doing here?’
It didn’t take long to identify the woman who stood there as one of the two dolls of the Empress Dowager—in particular, the older one.
[First Doll, Crimson Moon Bloodline, Hollow Fra Physique, 400 years of cultivation, Celestial Veil Qi, Early 4th Layer Disciple.]
Of course, the hovering status window above her head served as an identifier, but the tone in her voice was more than enough for to discern which doll she was.
The roughness and impassiveness in her manner of speaking—a stark contrast to the younger sister I had just t at the wedding—made her identity clear.
As I looked toward her status window, I noted the 400 years of cultivation that could have ascended her to the next sub-level, as it was the threshold from where one could move into another sub-level, according to what my dear wife had told .
However, the fact that her stats seed stuck despite hitting that threshold reminded of the story of these dolls.
The Empress Dowager—at least that was what that woman referred to her as—had a unique power: the ability to replicate herself in temporary forms, creating exact replicas of herself with the sa level of strength, cultivation years, and all else, without requiring any source of energy.
From this alone, it was clear how overpowered she truly was.
Even if her strength was at the 7th layer—evident as her power was the sum of both dolls’ power levels—she could literally create dozens of 7th-layer individuals possessing the sa level of strength and capabilities.
Her power was mysterious, even to her, given that the best evidence of it lay in these two dolls made from her temporary self, which had shown a unique tendency to manifest as a permanent entity at their particular ages.
Of course, it was a rare occurrence; these two dolls were the only cases in her lifeti.
The first doll, who called herself the second doll, was Nista—the calm and chill one born when the Empress was young, in her 20s.
The second, who called herself the first doll, manifested later when the Empress was in her 40s.
The Empress had given them nas based on their ages, with the older one being the first child and the younger one the second child—so naming wasn’t confusing if treated like her children.
However, in chronological order, Nista—whom I t yesterday—was actually born first. Your journey continues on Freewebnovel
This was the very reason I had nad them, to avoid confusion with their nonclature.
"You seem to be thinking of sothing useless again, Kyle."
’....Here she goes again.’
Being called out by her reminded of the day I went to the Empress Palace to invite her to the wedding and ended up in a quarrel with both sisters.
Naturally, Nista was reasonable enough to hear out, but this Prista had literally argued and fought with over giving her a na.
It was fortunate she didn’t attack —expected, since the kind one was there to help leave the place—but given what happened last night, that sweet one might not show herself for quite so ti.
Yeah, I felt a distant window open when I killed that old man from the Ghost Sect.
I wasn’t sure if Nista had followed into the princess’s chamber—given that I had nearly forgotten about her presence due to all the events that had transpired—but now that this twin had co and the other one didn’t, who would have definitely accompanied her, given her interest in ?
"Most probably, she had seen everything.
But let’s first deal with this cold one," Nothing Lady Prista, I was thinking about how beautiful you are."
"Don’t call with just any random na again, you fool!"
[Could have thought of so new dialogue instead of copy-pasting, tch ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌]
’Haha, yes, she seems too frustrated to accept the truth,’ I chuckled at Prista while glancing at Aleriana, whose condition was stable, and she was focused on her cultivation.
I did not leave her side, standing just within the room in case soone tried to take advantage of her vulnerability right now, while thinking about how Miss Doll just didn’t want to accept that she liked the na I gave her.
After all, who would like to be called by nas like First Doll or Second Doll? I literally felt that the Empress was definitely lacking in giving nas.
"....."
’Co on, don’t look at like that,’ I visibly noticed Olea giving a blank look, as if she found my complint to Prista to be a signal of flirting with her, mistaking my intentions, which made give her an assured nod, ’You are the only one, Olea.’
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