Upon realizing that the Bone Burying Grandma fabricated this world, the sense of incongruity became quite understandable.
Since this wasn’t the future of Mist Continent, things were different.
Annan attempted to use the special abilities.
Even though Elle had the unique divine art abilities of “Betrayal” and “Skeleton”, they were of no use here. This was similar to the trade concept in this world. When Annan launched a ritual at Trade Deity Silver Sire, he couldn’t get any response.
Silver Sire wouldn’t ignore Annan’s summon. The only possibility was that he didn’t hear it.
This meant that even though there were “curses” here, this place was not the Mist Continent.
There were no traces of upright deities such as Silver Sire. In the Mist Continent, the death of any deity would lead to the death of the “Truth”.
It was indeed the real “other world”.
Different worlds had different rules.
However, when Annan called out to the Bone Burying Grandma, his ritual received an immediate response.
Apart from the bone burial ritual used to purify the undead, Bone Burying Grandma usually did not respond to rituals. “Funeral” was one of the core rituals of the Bone Burying Grandma, but no one had ever seen signs of Bone Burying Grandma appearing at anyone’s funeral.
In other words, this was a world Bone Burying Grandma built, where she was the only deity.
And, the grandma must be watching the players’ actions.
There was no doubt that this was a piece of crucial information.
This meant that the grandma must be looking forward to something.
If this other world was a perfect prison of eternal reincarnation, then the grandma wouldn’t pay much attention to it at all. Once the nightmare was created from the start, she could just walk away.
This speculation gave Annan confidence.
“You’re such a disgrace.” Annan said to Elle in his heart, “Shouldn’t I be considered your pope? Why am I saving you?”
When Elle was born, the person listening to Elle’s covenant was Annan. In other words, Annan was the secret keeper of “Angel of Betrayal”.
If Annan decided to establish an “Angel of Betrayal Church”, then he could become the first generation of the pope. The reason why he was not a pope at the moment was simply because he had not established a church. Meanwhile, Elle had no other believers except Annan.
[I don’t want that to happen either.]
Elle screamed in her heart.
[Didn’t I give you complete control of my body? Please save me, Your Majesty Annan!]
“Huh?“
Annan sighed, “Just leave it to me. I already have the solution.”
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All they needed to know was what Bone Burying Grandma hoped to achieve. Then, they would find the exit.
However, Elle wasn’t quite aware of her identity as a divine being.
She was the Angel of Betrayal. As the other half of the Venerated Skeleton, she was half a level above a pope. However, she was addressing Annan as Your Majesty.
While Annan was chatting with Elle, he wasn’t distracted from his actions.
“Elle” took the coconut juice from Euphemia’s hand with a smile. She glanced at the packaging on the aluminum can, and her expression became a little subtle.
Yes, Annan recognizes this brand. Or rather, he only knows this brand for its coconut juice…
“The packaging might look a bit flashy, but it actually tastes really good.” Euphemia said with a smile.
In just a few hours, she had become familiar enough with this city to act as a tour guide.
This showed that she had indeed devoted herself wholeheartedly to exploring this city.
Apart from Celecia, who knew that the “teacher” was fake but still enjoyed this comfort, Euphemia Melvin, going by ‘Lily Rasputin’, was also getting caught up in this dream.
However, her enjoyment was completely different from Celecia’s.
Suppose Celecia was addicted to the past, which was like a bubble.
Then, Euphemia was simply enjoying “the present”.
Euphemia casually suggested places to Elle, recommending places to Elle and Celecia, “I’m telling you, this street has tons of amazing food, and it’s so cheap! I’ve been eating for over an hour and haven’t even spent all the cash I lifted from some random pedestrian.”
“Miss Euphemia.” Just then, “Elle” revealed a faint smile and said, “I’d like to ask you a few things.”
“…Euphemia!”
Hearing this, Euphemia was silent for a long time and sighed, “After so many years, it is really nostalgic to hear her name.”
“But I’m sorry, you found the wrong person. Euphemia is indeed my friend, but she is not me. My name is Lily Rasputin.”
“[Get the cowhide of the shoulder of a brown calf. Give it three drops of snake’s tears, then wipe the surface of the ring while it is slightly warm but not red from the flames.].” “Elle” dropped the bomb abruptly.
Her voice was light, like a playful tune… but there was a hint of menace in it.
When “Elle” said this, Euphemia had completely lost her voice.
Even behind that mask, Annan could tell Euphemia must be looking pretty grim right now.
“How is she doing now?”
“Of course, she is dead. She has been dead for a long time. Even her child is dead… Her child is a talent of Energy Falteration School, not an Idol School Wizard.”
Holding the coconut juice in her left hand, “Elle” said leisurely, “You should have known this a long time ago, right? But you didn’t tell me.”
“Yes, it was you who killed her. Until she died, she was thinking about delivering Old Crow’s intelligence.”
“That has nothing to do with me!” Euphemia interrupted Elle abruptly and coldly.
However, when seeing “Elle’s” knowing smile, she was momentarily speechless.
Of course, she could clearly discern the underlying message in “Elle’s” words.
Everything “Elle” said was true.
The friend was dead.
This didn’t surprise her. Lily didn’t have much life left at that time but her child also died because of her.
She already had some guesses. The Rasputin family specialized in Energy Falteration School and the Edict School, unlike the Melvin Family’s Idol School. If Lily gave birth to a child with the Energy Falteration School, the old man’s suspicious nature would prompt him to investigate whether the kid was truly his. He would likely figure out that Lily wasn’t the real “Euphemia”, and that they had swapped identities.
After that, Euphemia couldn’t even imagine what kind of torture Lily and her children would face.
Yes, she had already anticipated this possibility.
However, back then, she took a chance, assuming this possibility wouldn’t occur.
But now…
Euphemia’s heart quivered. Her words were laced with a sudden burst of unexplained anger, deep-seated fear, and guilt.
“I…I don’t want that to happen either…”
She was halfway through her sentence when she choked up.
She didn’t know how to justify such a despicable side of herself
She was guilty no matter what.
At this time, “Elle” came closer like a smiling devil.
“Elle” whispered in Euphemia’s ear, “Do you know?”
“Annan Austere-Winter, the child born to Lily’s sister Anya, was a talented ritualist. He mastered many rituals, including rituals that could extend lifespan.”
“Had Lily been in the Austere-Winter Dukedom, perhaps she wouldn’t have died.”
“All this is precisely because of your betrayal of the family.”
“That’s not betrayal!” Euphemia subconsciously refuted, “The Melvin family is the greatest betrayal!”
Euphemia said it.
“Elle” narrowed her eyes slightly.
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