When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 719

Chapter 719: Chapter 105 Freya Morley Moriarty Chapter 719: Chapter 105 Freya Morley Moriarty “…Suicide?

Gloria?”

Master Yanis’s pace halted.

She turned around, her voice filled with disbelief as she asked.

“I had originally thought so.

But now that you’ve ntioned it, I can be certain—at least when she was chatting with you, she had no thoughts of dying.”

Sherlock said calmly.

Afterward, he shared the information they had just gathered from Cardinal Loki with Master Yanis.

“…Gloria was friends with Grey and rcedes?”

Yanis murmured, “She has never ntioned this to …

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And she was a backup Holy Maiden; I’ve never even t her.”

“Because she was eliminated early, she didn’t have ti to study aesthetics with Lady Vanhua.”

Aiwass explained, then inquired, “When did you et her?”

“…Decades ago, or maybe a hundred years.

I can’t recall clearly.

It was during my last return to the Holy Nation, when I was organizing my teacher’s belongings.”

Yanis digested this information for a mont and instinctively replied, “I went to see Lady Lantana, and she introduced to Gloria.”

“You didn’t ntion Grey to her either, did you?” Aiwass confird.

“How could I dare to?”

Yanis replied with a wry smile, “We only t twice in total.

You know when I ca back to the Holy Nation this ti…

It was just recently.

That was when I sought her out.”

Aiwass indeed rembered.

Because the day Yanis left was too morable—she left on New Year’s Eve, without staying for the celebrations.

And today is February 18th.

At most, it’s been less than three months.

Two and a half months ago, Gloria was still collecting material, eagerly busy with preparations for her new book.

Two and a half months later, she killed her childhood friend and then committed suicide; she Amberficated in mid-air, and when she hit the ground, she shattered.

Not just frozen in nearly permanent Amberficate but also breaking herself completely, allowing her soul to enter the Dream Realm and face total death in the Material Realm.

If an Elf becos Amberficated, there might be a possibility for it to revert back soday.

But a shattered Elf is dood to be reincarnated…

unless it can beco the envoy of so great being, it would be ground down to create the material for a new soul.

The change was so great in just two and a half months…

It wasn’t entirely impossible.

In essence, the tree-ification disease is a hereditary condition, while Amberficate is akin to a psychological ailnt for Short-Lived Species…

although this ntal disease is fatal if not cured in ti.

Within two months, a psychological condition that was clearly improving suddenly worsened…

This possibility can’t be excluded.

It could even happen because of the rush to publish a new book or due to too much pressure.

But would it be such a coincidence?

Aiwass tended to think not.

Pillar Gods and Celestial Marshals can enter dreams and subtly interfere with the Material Realm.

On this matter, Aiwass had too much authority to speak.

Moreover, there’s no need to ntion that his foster father is currently in the Eternal Theocracy.

That old Troll knew Aiwass’s father and had suddenly sought refuge; the Pope was in a coma due to the tree-ification disease, and the Controlled Fla movent was on the brink of becoming uncontrollable…

If we say Gloria was a catalyst, could she be directly involved in this matter?

If that was the case.

Then Loki was highly suspicious.

He was the one who showed Aiwass and the others Gloria’s suicide and acknowledged Gloria’s murder.

Gloria indeed was a mber of Controlled Fla…

At this thought, Aiwass fell into hesitation.

Should he tell Master Yanis that Grey had Amberficate?

The election for the Pope was just two weeks away, and this matter would have a significant impact.

Grey and Cardinal Matilda had both repeatedly entrusted Aiwass not to ntion this to anyone.

…The problem was, does Master Yanis count as “anyone”?

After a long hesitation, Aiwass decided not to speak of it.

He couldn’t make a decision for Grey; it was better to wait for her to talk about it herself tomorrow.

“What’s the matter?”

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

A woman wearing an iron helt pushed the door and spoke in a muffled tone, “A bunch of people crowding at the doorway…”

As she spoke, she took off her helt with one hand, her voice instantly becoming clear and icy, “Holding a eting in my place?”

Long, dark golden hair as soft as the luxurious locks in shampoo advertisents flowed from the helt, neatly cut at the ends like a knife.

It was a tall young woman who stood only a half head shorter than Aiwass, at least 175 centiters tall.

Her ears were slightly pointed, and her pupils shared the sa dark gold color as her tresses.

Different from the portrait in the Hall of Silver and Tin, she wasn’t wearing glasses at the mont, which made her features seem gentler.

Upon seeing Aiwass in the Archbishop’s robe, she did not curtsy.

She simply cast a lethargic gaze his way, sizing him up.

She just stared blankly at Aiwass for a few seconds—first with so confusion, then her expression gradually beca touched, “Aiwass…?”

No sooner had she spoken than her mory seed to awaken.

The icy indifference on her face lted away in an instant.

“—Is it really you, Aiwass!”

Although it was a question, there was not the slightest doubt, but rather absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this, Aiwass could finally confirm that the woman before him was indeed his sister, Freya.

He also finally felt the reality that “Freya really existed”…

even though he had already repeatedly confird it from the perspectives of others, Aiwass still had no mory of her.

But now, hearing her voice, Aiwass felt an impulse to tear up in an instant—a vague tremor of reunion after a long separation seed to flicker in his heart, but on the other hand, his mind and consciousness were utterly calm, bringing forth neither mories nor emotions.

Compared to the touched-up portrait in the Hall of Silver and Tin, from this distance… Freya’s facial contours did bear so resemblance to Professor Moriarty.

“It’s , Freya…

sister,” Aiwass replied with a smile, politely.

But when he said the word “sister,” he felt an unfamiliarity and a lack of acclimation.

—That feeling was like greeting siblings for the first ti in a reconsolidated family, a sense of alienation.

Both parties tried to show closeness wisely but were unable to fake the inherent estrangent and resistance.

“…Why are you here, Aiwass!”

Freya grabbed Aiwass’s hand with surprise—her hands firmly grasped his, as if to confirm their warmth.

As soon as she felt Aiwass’s hands were very warm, she imdiately put on the rimless glasses hanging around her neck.

After taking a careful look at Aiwass, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked over, clearly wanting to embrace Aiwass, but then stopped in ti.

So she just took two steps forward, got close to Aiwass, then awkwardly smiled and stepped back, “You’ve… grown so tall.”

She extended her right hand as if wanting to touch Aiwass’s hair, but her hand drew a clumsy circle in the air and just awkwardly straightened his collar with one hand.

Then, she swung the iron helm she was carrying in her left hand beautifully in the air.

“Archbishop…”

This was when she seed to notice Aiwass’s attire for the first ti.

Freya murmured, “An Archbishop already…”

She looked at Lily behind Aiwass and went over to gently embrace her, “You must be…

Lily of the Drost Family, right?

It’s been a long ti.”

Without thinking, Aiwass turned back and saw Lily’s face wore an exceptionally complex expression—he had never seen such complexity on Lily’s face, which was always gently smiling.

Lily opened her mouth, then closed it, opened her mouth, then closed it again… like a goldfish gasping for air, unable to blow bubbles or utter a word.

Even her hands, clasped behind Freya’s back, were twisted in a knot.

Her palms, clenched by her fingertips, turned blue from blood loss, yet she seed oblivious to the strength of her own grip.

anwhile, as Freya hugged Lily, she still held that odd helm in her left hand, clearly unaware that she should have put it down first.

And Sherlock stood silently at the furthest distance, not uttering a word.

Clearly, he did not want to be involved.

Undoubtedly, this was a eting for both parties that was surprising, awkward, and utterly unprepared.

Suddenly realizing sothing, Aiwass looked at Yanis, “Didn’t you tell Miss Freya… sister Freya?”

Didn’t you tell her that he was coming to see her—

By her actions, Freya clearly didn’t expect Aiwass to co to the Holy Nation.

It took her a long ti to recognize Aiwass, which ant she probably hadn’t seen any news about him.

“Nope,”

Master Yanis shook her head decisively.

Although she knew that saying this might result in a couppance within twenty-four hours—she still spoke up honestly, “Because I wanted to see this scene.”

She had intended to smile.

But thinking of Gloria’s sudden death, she tried to force a smile, but couldn’t manage it.

Although they had only t twice and were acquaintances with a rather shallow relationship… as nearly age-matched Heirs of the Path of Beauty, Yanis had a quite pleasant ti interacting with her.

With that in mind, Yanis said to Freya, “Oh, by the way, Freya… Gloria has died.”

“Who?”

Freya replied nonchalantly, devoid of emotion, “Never mind, we’ll talk about that later…

Everyone, please, co in and have a seat.

“Since that blockhead Yanis didn’t give a heads-up, I haven’t prepared anything to entertain you all.”

Then she seed to rember sothing, “Aiwass, do you drink?”

“Ah?”

Aiwass was sowhat taken aback, “What drink?

I can have a bit.”

“The Elixir of Immortality—it prolongs life.

Co, have a taste.”

Freya tried her best to offer a warm yet clearly inexperienced welco to everyone.