Chapter 682: Chapter D248: The Past
The Book Spirit’s hand rested on the wooden door handle, but it didn’t open imdiately. Instead, it turned back to ask the Hero:
“Before going in, I want to ask again, how aware are you of your current status?”
“Thanks to the staff’s function, I’ve mostly recalled everything.”
The Hero’s eyes were slightly cold, responding indifferently:
“The Four-winged King’s expectations of are not simply to treat as a puppet but are more akin to a partnership, albeit one with it leading. Although I still don’t know its exact purpose, from the perspective of being a partner, my future self will clearly not remain in that previous state of ignorance.”
The Hero gripped the staff, feeling the profound rules contained within it.
This staff is not only an arcane apparatus for soul transformation but also a magic artifact for communicating with the ‘God.’
At this mont, the Hero could clearly perceive two different imprints on herself—the mark of the Four-winged King and the traces of the Divine Knowledge Saintess. She could also recall her recent experiences in the Capital.
Originally, she should have hated that four-winged goblin-like creature intensely, but now, her heart was surprisingly calm, unable to give rise to the thought of severing their connection.
“It’s a mixed blessing, I suppose.” The Hero sighed softly, “In my current state, it’s closer to being in a dreamstate. If I sever the connection to the staff’s magic power, most of my mories would probably beco blurred again.
“However, this version of myself pointing towards the future is ultimately just a simulated posture and does not an I have truly accepted such a future. I probably won’t use this staff again for a long ti.”
She knew that if she used this soul corrector multiple tis, her personality would unconsciously change, gradually aligning with her ideal future self.
But even if the Hero did not completely reject becoming the so-called Female Saint Emperor, it did not an she acknowledged the existence of the Four-winged King.
“Moreover, if I do choose this path, then without relying on this staff, I will beco strong with my own strength, until I can fulfill this duty.”
Recalling the promise once made with her brother, the Hero’s tone softened.
“Yes, a very accurate understanding of oneself. I really wish you would write down the thoughts you just had.”
The Book Spirit listened quietly, a glimr of appreciation and contemplation in its eyes, then it pushed open the door.
“Then, please co in.” Her voice was gentle yet solemn, “This is my most precious collection room.”
The Hero stepped in slowly, her gaze sweeping around.
Inside was also a library, but much smaller in scale compared to the vast library outside. However, unlike the empty shelves outside, the shelves here were neatly filled with various books, each looking ticulously maintained.
And among the shelves, several standalone columns stood. The display cases on the columns held books noticeably different in style from those on the shelves.
Before the Hero could ask, the Book Spirit began the introduction proactively: “The books on the shelves are copies, I have already consud the ‘originals,’ leaving only the identical records.
“And these are the originals.”
She looked at the books displayed on the columns, continuing with an emotional gaze:
“They are arranged separately because I failed to complete the commissions of their clients, so I didn’t consu these prepaid rewards and kept them until now.”
Unexpectedly, the Book Spirit had such ethical standards, and the Hero blinked in surprise.
Soon after, her gaze was drawn to an exquisite diary.
The Book Spirit also walked to the column, looking at the book under the transparent glass with a complex expression, she said softly: “This is the reward left by the forr Saintess.
“It is also her confession of trying to free her successor, the Divine Knowledge Saintess, from destiny, yet tragically failing.”
[Forr Saintess LV]
D20 70=d20(8) 70=78
The Book Spirit extended a finger, gently tapping on the glass of the display case.
The transparent glass surface rippled instantly, words floated densely between the ripples, and as the ripples cald, the glass disappeared tracelessly.
A scent of old paper spread from the long-sealed display case.
The Book Spirit took a deep breath, her expression both regretful and solemn, as she slowly picked up the diary from the display case and respectfully handed it to the Hero.
The Hero watched the Book Spirit’s actions, although she reached out to take the diary, she did not open it imdiately.
“Since this is a purchase, shouldn’t I pay first? Although I don’t have the manuscripts you want with now.”
In the past, during the period troubled by the side effects of the rmaid Incarnation when she couldn’t speak, she often communicated with her grandfather and others through letters and even wrote a few pages of autobiographical diaries at her grandfather’s suggestion. However, it was obviously impossible to carry these manuscripts with her.
“You have a habit of writing? That’s great, as expected of the lady from that family.”
The Book Spirit’s eyes lit up, but she did not hesitate to release the diary completely into the Hero’s hands.
“But the paynt can wait.” The Book Spirit’s smile held a aningful expectation, “I believe you are not a custor who would dodge the bill.
“Moreover, your story still has no conclusion. Whether you willingly beco a slave of destiny or struggle to break free from the chains—either way, it will undoubtedly be a top-tier delicacy for .
“I haven’t been this eager for the ending of a story in a long ti. If I can’t read and consu it all at once, I will be restless.”
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