In the reception hall of the Cathedral in the Holy City of the Kingdom, the Hero's delicate eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes, revealing brilliant star-like erald pupils.
In the reception hall, aside from the still unconscious First Princess, there was no one else.
"Phew—"
Through the familiar lingering scent in the room, she perceived the visit of her kin, the Hero blinked slightly, then slowly exhaled a breath.
'Has my elder brother already left...?'
Although there was no conflict with anyone, it was not easy to stretch her consciousness halfway across the continent all at once.
After finishing the investigation, the Hero only felt the throbbing of her temples, and her sharp perception turned dull, a feeling akin to being slightly tipsy after drinking strong liquor.
Nonetheless, another version of herself was unusually enthusiastic and full of energy.
'You finally ca back! Co on, co on, let's exchange information!'
'So excited? Did you discover sothing special on your end? Is the Princess safe?'
Feeling the impatience of her other self, the Hero extended her hand with a hint of curiosity.
On the tea table in front, the Sea Shrimp in the teacup flicked its tail, leaping and landing steadily in her palm, then disappeared traceless like a drop of water into the lake, causing ripples of magic power.
The Hero, the Depraved Hero, and the Sea Shrimp, three different facets originating from the sa being, quickly rged the information gathered during their brief separation.
The Northern Capital, Alien Machinery City, elder brother...
Information from the three sides made the dark gold book floating in front of the Hero rapidly flip through its pages again, compiling taboo information.
'Heh, that matchstick man really dares to spout off at without considering how many more years he can keep burning.'
As expected, upon learning the truth about the Northern Empire's Emperor, her other self offered a disrespectful evaluation.
'But to rely on burning oneself to persist until now, no wonder there's such a large harem, otherwise, even the children born wouldn't be enough to burn.'
'Since they value offspring so much, why not stop being Dragonborn and switch to Goblin Magician.'
'Not to that extent... Although His Majesty the Emperor's character is a bit rough, Goblins wouldn't send invitations, and besides, he gave us information.'
'Moreover, the weak probably don't even qualify as kindling.'
The Hero shook her head helplessly, picking up a sowhat tattered book from the floor, browsing through it leisurely as if relaxing.
This was a travelogue by a Legendary Strongman visiting the Northern Country, written several decades ago, noting the Emperor of the Empire as the fifteenth in line at that ti.
And in discussions among the Empire's people, the current Dragonborn emperor is rely the sixteenth generation.
These sixteen emperors include several short-lived monarchs who died a few years after ascension due to various reasons.
However, "World Geography" records that the current Dragonborn Emperor is the ninety-fifth generation.
This enormous nurical discrepancy is sothing that anyone slightly familiar with Dragonborn Empire history would never make, much less recorded in prestigious arcane tos like "World Geography."
Yet the fact is, such an "error" truly appeared.
If ntioned, others would probably only think so ignorant scholar was fabricating nonsense.
However, among the compilers of "World Geography" is the Church.
And the date of the book's completion was after the Divine Knowledge Saintess took office.
In other words, this number is possibly information intentionally left by the Divine Knowledge Saintess.
If soone as smart as her elder brother perceives the taboo behind this number, they could potentially trace it back to discover the existence of the Wandering Theater.
If the current Dragonborn Emperor is rely a role, then what about those from the past?
How did they maintain the continuous existence of these roles under the erosion of the original array?
The answer is simple, yet harsh: by burning themselves.
The ninety-five emperors, including the current ninety-sixth one...
The real emperors were rely fuel and kindling.
The original Wandering Theater empties real individuals and forcibly crams in script roles to manipulate reality.
But unlike the original, the Northern Capital replica requires real individuals to support the existence of roles.
If it's rely playing a role, it doesn't require burning oneself.
However, if not done under the constant erosion of the original array, one might have their role control seized and beco a puppet of the Wandering Theater.
'Elder brother, he conducted soul surgery with Miss Book Spirit, right? That's why he can resist such control.'
Analyzing the mories passed on by the Sea Shrimp, the Hero couldn't help but frown, growing worried about the young man already set off to Alien Machinery City.
'But even so, it's too dangerous... If the disguise is discovered, half the city would instantly turn into his enemies.'
Now, with the core of the Alien Machinery severely eroded, almost half of the city has effectively fallen under the control of the Intelligent chanism Queen.
The only reason all-out war hasn't broken out yet is the presence of the Fourteenth Princess, which keeps the intelligent chanism side still wary.
But if the core is completely taken over by the Queen, then the human side of the Alien Machinery City is all but dood.
By then, the Kingdom would be powerless to reverse the situation, with the only option likely being to send troops to completely flatten the city.
The Executioner's earlier words during negotiations were both performance and truth: ti is not on humankind's side.
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