[Hero's Wisdom (Base 50, Spiritual Radiance LV67, Overflow Retain 73)]
Note: Guaranteed success, the hero's line determined by the tens place.
1. You're right, this is your domain.
2. Have you already tried it?
3. I don't understand.
4. Silence.
5. Eyes full of rcy.
6. Unable to save oneself, let alone save others.
7. How many are you?
8. Your ti is running out.
9. Golden House.
10. Great Success/Great Failure.
D723 50 67 73=509
♛: Eyes full of rcy.
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"Why aren't you speaking?"
The Dragonborn Emperor stared at the empty great hall for a long ti, letting out a soft laugh.
"I thought your speech earlier was asking to save them, presumably in stark contrast to Divine Knowledge, a Saintess filled with rcy, unable to witness killing."
The earlier fatigue and sigh seed just a guise, as the old man with a face full of wrinkles sat up straight again, resting his cheek against the dragon chair, he said with interest.
"But who would have thought you'd just stand by watching them being taken away. Surely, you don't believe the Empire's Heavenly Prison is a place for a peaceful retirent."
The old emperor's voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet did not seem weak, rather it brought with it a creepy chill, as if this voice did not belong to humankind, but was so creature's breath seeping through its teeth, yet resonated with the tone of human language.
Considering his previous actions, evidently, the Dragonborn Emperor's attitude towards the uninvited hero could hardly be called friendly.
"Aren't you planning to speak to with your true face?"
Faced with the unrestrained pressure from the Dragonborn Emperor, the hero did not retreat an inch, rely conveyed her resolve softly.
"...True face?" Upon hearing this, the old emperor's smile instantly vanished, eyebrows furrowing, exuding a natural majesty.
"What true face do you think I have left?"
The magic power in the air trembled, distorting his voice, striking the heart like a heavy hamr, yet in the next mont, transforming into a gentle spring breeze brushing the cheeks.
"Is it like this?"
In that instant, the emperor's aged and hoarse male voice suddenly turned into a soft and alluring female voice, creating a startling contrast.
"Or like this?"
Then, the voice beca robust and mature, like a strong man in his pri.
"Surely not like this?"
This ti, his voice turned into the innocent voice of a child, almost unrecognizable in gender.
Imdiately, the old emperor couldn't help but let out a hoarse laugh, returning to the initial old and weary tone.
"—Do not misunderstand, the one speaking with you here is ."
He let out a cold chuckle, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"And can only be ."
The next mont, he widened his eyes, his gaze bursting with thunderous divine light, a deafeningly loud voice erupted from his sowhat gaunt body, booming like thunder in the hall:
"Although I don't know what taboo knowledge you unearthed, trying to see through sothing, don't get too carried away, little girl.
"A re saintess of the Kingdom Church, with the power of the empire, if not for the mountains blocking, crushing you would require but a flick of the wrist!"
The Dragonborn Emperor stood abruptly, waving his sleeve, an imnse magic power condensed into a substantial cloud mist, slightly lifting his figure.
A pair of azure dragon eyes flickered in the mist, the diadem's bead curtains and whiskers fluttering in the wind, casting shadows akin to dragon horns and whiskers, exuding a terrifying power capable of making one's heart rupture with fear.
"Now, bow to , and state your purpose. According to your narrative, perhaps I might spare you from the cri of disrespect!"
The imposing aura of the Ultimate Shift Strongman was released entirely, causing the giant palace comparable to a cathedral to tremble under the roaring of his voice, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
Yet faced with this terrifying montum, the hero's face showed no fear.
Those erald green eyes maintained their tranquil gaze, watching the old emperor without any ripple.
"You—"
Facing her illusory erald eyes, the Dragonborn Emperor couldn't help but be stunned.
"Though I've indeed intended to help those two," the hero shook her head slightly, "but you were right, after all, this is your domain."
The difference between knowing and not knowing, though just a single word apart, makes all the difference.
The Royal Family's First Princess actually initiated an assassination against the Kingdom's Saintess; the generations-loyal Legendary Guard sprouted intent to kill their sovereign.
On the surface, they each have their reasons—the ambition for power, the desire for strength...but failing to acknowledge the existence of the Wandering Theater, until the nation falls to ruin, no one would realize that behind these tragedies lie ticulously crafted scripts.
However, by grasping the threads of concept as the hero did now, just a slight examination could reveal the truth within.
Those two Legendary Guards she had seen earlier were enshrouded with dense black threads, entwining deeply into their souls.
But the present old emperor...
There were no black threads entwining his form, yet countless fine black threads continuously descended from the void, attempting to infiltrate his existence.
However, before these threads could approach, they were imdiately incinerated entirely by the vigorous burning azure existence within the old emperor.
In the hero's eyes, the old emperor, who should have been in the twilight of his years, blazed like the midday sun, endlessly radiating light and heat.
The interference of the black threads was likely constant and unceasing since, as a character of the sa origin, the Dragonborn Emperor could not possibly extricate himself from them.
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