Chapter 1233: The Real Trap
Because it was a workday and still dayti, Princess Vera was not dressed in pajamas or a gown like in their previous etings. Instead, she wore a Loen Army officer’s uniform that covered her body, making her look imposing, handso, valiant, and dashing.
Ebner even felt that Vera in this outfit was more attractive to him than when she wore lace pajamas.
However, business ca first. He only gave her a few glances before asking in a deep voice, "Have you already cut off the connection between the ’Primordial Demoness’ and reality?"
Princess Vera wore a smile on her face and asked instead of answering, "Why do you think I cut off the connection between Cheek and the other Demonesses?"
"I guessed it..." Ebner organized his words and continued, "During the ambush against
in the outer sea east of Bayam, the ’Saintess of Gray’ suddenly lost the empowernt of the ’Primordial Demoness’, which was why she was captured by the Spiritual Angel Tolzna.
"This clearly ant that soone sabotaged the connection between her and the ’Primordial Demoness’.
"And the people who know that the ’Primordial Demoness’ is sleeping at the end of the ’Ghost Empire’ route—that is, the divine kingdom opened by the ’Night Emperor’ at the Sefirot leakage point—are only you and . You were the one who gave
that ring in advance!
"With so many conditions in place, it was only natural for
to ’discern’ so of the truth."
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Princess Vera clapped her hands a few tis, then said with a smile, "Your reasoning wasn’t bad... but I didn’t cut off the connection between the ’Primordial Demoness’ and reality. Instead, I ’twisted’ the content of the prayers made to her by the two Demonesses surnad ’Cheek’, the ’Saintess of Gray’ and the ’Saintess of Purple’!
"Take the ’Saintess of Gray’ as an example. What she prayed to Cheek for at the ti was ’increase the output of power’, but I ’twisted’ it into ’the battle has already ended’... so she suddenly lost the blessing."
Simply put, you hijacked the "signal"! Ebner imdiately understood. After all, in his era, this was a common trick used by certain "scamrs".
However, he soon noticed the flaw in this matter and frowned as he said, "The ’Saintess of Gray’ Siglinde has already had her mind ’imprisoned’ by Tolzna, and she’s currently under my supervision, so there’s no problem there...
"But if the ’Saintess of Purple’ doesn’t receive a response from the ’Primordial Demoness’ when she prays, she’ll probably use other ans to contact her...
"For example, carrying out a large-scale sacrifice!"
Princess Vera nodded, put away her smile, and said, "That is indeed very possible...
"And because the ’Saintess of Gray’ lost contact, Ushaha has already gone into hiding. Even the ’Saintess of Black’, dea, can no longer contact her...
"Or rather, she no longer trusts the other ’Saintesses’ within the Demoness Sect."
"Ushaha?" Ebner repeated the na, an inexplicable expression appearing on his face.
"Ushaha Cheek, the na of the ’Saintess of Purple’... There are rumors that she is the biological daughter of the ’Primordial Demoness’... mm, originally a son." Seeing Ebner’s curiosity, Princess Vera gave a brief introduction. "And her father is very likely the ’Night Emperor’!"
Ushaha Cheek... then shouldn’t the Primordial Demoness be called Cheek Skaha? He wondered whether this was a coincidence, or whether the "Night Emperor," as a special soul within the "God’s Coffer," had problems of his own... Why did everything related to him seem to carry, more or less, a hint of a "transmigrator"?
The "Ghost Empire" was like that, the Demonesses loyal to him were like that... and now there was an imperial prince... an imperial princess!
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Ebner noticed that Princess Vera didn’t seem particularly worried at all. He imdiately reacted and carefully asked, "You already have a counterasure? Or rather, you’ve already guessed where the ’Saintess of Purple’ is hiding?"
"That’s right." Princess Vera nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting as she smiled. "Just as you expected, Ushaha plans to sacrifice a large number of ordinary people to hold a ritual, using that to bypass my ’twisting’ power and establish contact with Cheek.
"But without trusting the Demoness Sect, it would actually be very difficult for her to accomplish this alone.
"So her only choice is to cooperate with certain major powers."
"The Loen royal family?" Ebner imdiately guessed who she was referring to.
Princess Vera nodded lightly again and said, "My elder brother just happens to want to divert the Church’s attention and shift the bla for the previous large-scale population disappearances onto others, so he agreed to Ushaha’s request without even thinking about it..."
At this point, she glanced at Ebner and said aningfully, "I believe this ’Saintess of Purple’ will very soon co looking for ’Pride’!
"Oh, right... she possesses a Sealed Artifact that can create her own clones. With her cautious nature, she definitely won’t co to et you in person."
Very good. His Majesty the King’s list of "cris" had grown by another entry. Ebner noted it down in his heart, planning to settle accounts with him sooner or later, and then began considering how to find the true body of the ’Saintess of Purple’.
At this mont, Princess Vera suddenly smiled and asked, "You seem to place great importance on whether Cheek can still communicate with reality... do you have so kind of plan?"
Ebner ca back to his senses upon hearing this. He didn’t hide anything from Princess Vera and answered directly, "Yes. I plan to use another Demoness who was bestowed the surna ’Cheek’ to set up a sche, so I naturally need to figure out whether the ’Primordial Demoness’ can still interfere with reality.
"From the looks of it now, although there are still loopholes that haven’t been resolved, they don’t hinder the execution of my plan!"
Princess Vera blinked and asked with interest, "Another Demoness surnad ’Cheek’? Who is it?"
"Trissy Cheek!"
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East Borough, inside a room with heavy curtains where almost no light penetrated.
Jet-black, slick "tentacles" intertwined layer upon layer, forming a gigantic sphere.
At the tips of these "tentacles
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