Chapter 365: Chapter 309 Denzel

At this point, Sonia’s question and answer session had ended, and she had accumulated the “Shared Life” Blessing and joined the Golden Level Time Faction, but had lost the Spirit Faction.

Diya answered one question and received a “Shared Death Blessing”;

Denzel answered one question and received 10,000 Soul Power.

Ash didn’t answer any questions but became Sonia’s Healing Pack in her “Shared Life” moment and a random lucky crowd candidate at Diya’s “Shared Death” moment.

The Observer seemed only to be there to define the rules; after speaking, he quietly sat down to watch the spectacle. The Sword Maiden also stepped back, leaving the stage to the Empress and the Witch.

“So…” The Empress stood up to speak but was pushed back down by the Witch.

The Witch sat directly on the Empress’s lap, lying like a little girl in the Empress’s arms, “Next, let’s start with the Witch’s turn–the Empress surely doesn’t mind, right?”

Watching the Witch Phantom, who looked exactly like Diya up close, the Empress was momentarily stunned, her pupils swirling with a tide of memories.

“…Of course, I don’t mind; how could I refuse your request?”

“Thank you.” The Witch waved to Diya, “The second question is very easy; I believe the other me can definitely answer it correctly–Who was the subject of your first question just now?”

“I’ll give you three options: your mother, your grandmother, your grandfather.”

“This question is linked to the most cherished Technique Spirit you possess, ‘Sun Listener,’ which you had a hard time acquiring, and you also hesitated to use; please consider carefully your choice.”

The group fell silent for a moment until Ash spoke, “Um… could you repeat the options for this question?”

The Witch winked at Ash, “Mother, grandmother, and grandfather.”

Sonia: I endure…

“Why would there be a grandfather?” Diya asked in shock, “Isn’t it a woman sitting on the throne in the painting?”

“I just managed to hold back from blurting it out,” Sonia sighed.

The Witch shook her head with a smile; everyone naturally understood that her gesture meant not denial but refusal to answer the question.

“According to the principle of exams, when a very strange option suddenly appears among the choices, it is most likely the correct answer,” Ash said. “And both my lover (Denzel) and I could transform earlier, so Diya’s grandfather becoming a woman seems quite normal too, right? Besides, becoming a woman has always been a desire men can hardly achieve.”

Everyone stared blankly at Ash, including Denzel.

Ash retorted, “Don’t you all want to try being a man just to see how it feels? Of course, I’m not talking about a permanent change, just a short experience. Curiosity about the opposite sex is our natural instinct; because of curiosity, courtship and love emerge–what are you so surprised about?”

Although what Ash said made sense, it was irrelevant to the question, at most arguing for the possibility of ‘grandfather.’ After a brief discussion, Diya and the voice in her head reached a consensus: “I think she is my sister.”

After all, the Princess looked too young, and it was hard to convince anyone she was a grandmother-aged woman, though it could be a portrait from her youth. But according to the knight, something about Occam’s razor–it’s best not to consider such baseless speculations.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

“Not changing?”

“Not changing.”

“Really not changing?”

“Really not changing.”

“Really, really–”

Not until seeing an impatient expression on Diya’s face did the Witch nod in satisfaction, “Alright, alright, enough teasing; congratulations–”

Once again, fireworks crackled around the cabin, and under the increasingly joyous gaze of Diya as she watched the fireworks, the Witch smiled and said, “You answered incorrectly. Oh~”

“Ah?”

The Witch produced a Technique Spirit in her hand then suddenly clenched it; the Spirit exploded into countless light points and vanished.

“As a penalty for answering incorrectly, you’ve lost your most beloved Technique Spirit, ‘Sun Listener.'”

Although she answered incorrectly, Diya wasn’t very sad inside–there was no room to analyze the question; it was purely a matter of luck, and answering incorrectly was only natural, so she had been prepared mentally.

But this made things strange, as it meant the princess was not her sister, but her grandmother (or grandfather), and she was the one Sonia wished to die with.

Why would I want to die with my own grandmother?

And the appearance of my grandmother… has it surpassed the bounds of kinship? Aren’t we separated by a generation of my mother, so why is there no change at all?

When Diya’s voice in her mind realized these peculiarities, unexpectedly it didn’t start arguing, but became so quiet that Diya was somewhat afraid.

“Then, the last third question is next,” the Witch consoled, “It will be over soon, the last question is very simple, please relax and answer.”

“The question is still related to this painting.” Her fingertips lightly brushed the portrait of the princess, her ink-stained nails as if to scrape the face in the painting, “That is, what does the person in this painting want to do to you?”

“The first option,” the Witch smiled, “She wants to use you as a sacrifice to achieve an unspeakable goal.”

“The second option,” the Witch sighed, “She wants you to inherit her position, to continue her millennium-long legacy.”

“The third option,” the Witch’s face expressionless, “She wants you to become the God of Mankind.”

Since all three options were beyond the ordinary, the cabin fell into silence, and even Ash, who usually had a volatile personality, calmed down and said nothing.

Diya waited a long time without receiving any external information, then turned her head to look at Ash, bit into his wrist, and showed him a pitiful look for help.

“Do you really want me to analyze?” Ash counter-questioned.

Diya was startled, then her face suddenly changed, as if she heard something, and her expression grew sadder, almost to the point of crying, “They, they say, the second question indicates that this person should be my grandmother, but the first question proves that I want to die with my grandmother, so my grandmother must be a bad person.”

“The answer to this question should be the first option… It is precisely because my grandmother wants to use me as a sacrifice that I despise her.”

Sonia sighed softly inside, walked past holding Diya’s hand, as if wanting to share her sorrow. Although without memory, knowing that a relative wants to harm oneself, and one even wishes to drag that relative to Hell… or perhaps, it is precisely because there is no memory that such truths are even more hurtful.

This represents the lonely amnesiacs, who truly cannot find a home to rely on.

At this moment, Denzel watched the Witch, suddenly leaned over to Ash’s ear and said, “I have discovered very important information.”

“Which information?”

Denzel didn’t immediately respond but counter-questioned, “If I disclose it, can you forgive me and continue to collaborate with me?”

Ash was confused momentarily, then quickly realized, “Because you lost the advantage of Peeping Secret, so now you want to use our analytical abilities to help answer the question? Your actions were so arrogant earlier because of the confidence Peeping Secret gave you?”

Denzel’s expression remained unchanged, “Holding different cards should entail different strategies in playing them.”

You were indifferent to us earlier, now it’s your turn to not reach out to us~

Although Ash really wanted to tease her and then agree, he glanced at Sonia and Diya and shook his head–he himself didn’t have any particular inclination, but during this brief period of amnesia, it was clear Sonia was a person of strong hatred, or rather, hatred and disgust significantly boosted her motivation.

Since Denzel dared to attack them earlier, Sonia must have already built a grave for her in her mind, just waiting for the moment to “bury” Denzel. It was only because he was mediating that Sonia hadn’t already started a fight with Denzel.

Now, being like strangers was the best outcome; if Ash dared suggest reconciling, he would definitely become out of favor on both sides.

However, Ash’s refusal was understood by Denzel as something else. She pondered, walked behind Ash, embraced Ash’s head in her arms, rested her chin on his head, and in a tone completely devoid of inflection said, “Can you forgive me?”

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Vatican Mura.

“Sigh…”

Hanna deactivated the Gospel Book, and the Spider Web eye mask disappeared. She rubbed her eyes and walked to the window to overlook the fog-enshrouded, hazy city.

Despite everything rapidly developing, the Doran family still languished on the achievements of their ancestors, scraping by on the glory of the inaugural Empress as if all their responsibilities had already been completed by her, and they were just born to enjoy life.

But it could not continue like this; Doran’s history was bound to take a turn in her generation–either to decline and become nourishment for Senheiser, or…

I will revive Doran’s glory, following the great achievements of Empress Denzel!

Hanna was resolute in thought; from a young age, she knew the history of the Doran family and was full of dreams about the Empress who first united the Kingdom of Gospel. Unfortunately, with numerous dynastic changes, the deeds of the Empress had completely drowned in time, leaving her nothing but a name.

However, Empress Denzel, who managed to unite the Gospel amidst chaos, must have been a serious, dignified, unapproachable, ruthless, never bowing Iron-blooded Sovereign, right?