"What's so strange about that?" Valkries said coldly. "Do you think anyone can enter the Realm of Mind? Or... are you proud of the fact that you've imprisoned a grand lord? "
Obviously, even in a disadvantageous situation, Valkries did not give up her pride. Roland even had a hunch that if he humiliated her too much, she would probably rush to the witch and beg for death.
But this reply really surprised him. He had only casually asked about the title. After all, most Senior Demons had their own unique titles, and a person who could host a promotion ceremony in the City of Demons was definitely not a nobody. But he did not expect that this demon's origin was more complicated than he thought.
Roland originally thought that Valkries's consciousness had accidentally escaped from the memory fragment, but now there was another possibility: Valkries might come from the real world!
The name "Nightmare" first appeared in Ösrook's documents, and greeting her proved that she was not a historical figure but was still active among the high-level demons. Moreover, Roland had watched the memory fragment many times, and during this period, he did not hear the corresponding title of a grand lord. If the demon language he learned from Kabradhabi was right, it meant that the host at that time had not become a grand lord yet.
Combining this with the Pearl of the Northern Region's analysis of the situation at the frontline, Roland was more and more inclined to the latter answer!
In other words, Valkries, who was sitting opposite him, had existed for at least eight hundred years, and her strength and knowledge were among the rarest of the demons. If Valkries's abnormal reaction to Lan was taken into account, the time period could be even longer! The value of such a target was far greater than a soul copied from a memory fragment. Even if it didn't say anything, it was equivalent to eliminating a Senior Lord-class devil for the frontlines. Just this alone was significant!
"I have to correct you. First of all, I didn't imprison you. At least for now, you're free." Roland pretended to be calm and replied. "Second, breaking into the Dream World is your subjective behavior. I don't think I'm wrong."
"…" Valkries was at a loss for words. After a long while, she sighed and said, "You call this the Dream World?"
Its pride made it unable to tolerate any humiliation, but at the same time, it was unable to make an unreasonable argument. This silence had already confirmed the origins of the Nightmare Lord: it had indeed come to this place through the Realm of Mind.
"Because every time I fall asleep, I will enter this place. In a sense, it is no different from a dream."
"Ridiculous!" Valkries said in a low voice. Opening up a Realm of Consciousness required not only talent, but also a highly focused mind and an iron will. Only then would one not get lost in the Sea of Mana. But this non-Magic-level male could do it just by sleeping? Isn't this too unfair!?
"Hello, this is what you ordered. Please enjoy." At this time, the waiter served the dishes. All kinds of pastries and drinks were quickly placed on the table. They looked quite delicious.
"That's the truth." After the waiter left, Roland spread his hands and said, "As I said before, being honest is good for both of us. I won't lie to you about this. Besides, the above is not the main point. The main point is the truth about the Battle of Divine Will … and the future of each race. "He picked up his chopsticks and gestured for her to eat." We can talk about this while eating. "
Valkries once again confirmed that this male was different from all the humans she had seen before. This was an important matter that involved the continuation of the race. There was no reason to talk about this while eating. If it were any other normal person, they would probably have become abnormally serious and acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy. But he did not seem to be deliberately teasing her. It was as if to him, this was a normal thing to do.
She picked up the muddy cup of Peninsula coffee and took a sip.
Instantly, a fragrant and smooth taste slid down her throat.
It was actually … not bad.
She did not know why, but she suddenly felt like she had lost.
No, she had to take the initiative! Valkries forced herself to put down the cup and asked in a low voice, "Where did you hear that the Battle of Divine Will wasn't the Final Battle?"
Roland took out Lan's photo from his wallet and placed it on the table. "You've seen her, right?"
As Lan's portrait had appeared in the "video data" left behind by the Reflection Church, he deduced that it was even older than the Union's establishment. Therefore, he deliberately made Ling look like Lan to see if the demon in the memory fragment would react. Although the truth was different from what he had expected, Valkries's shock at that time showed that she had indeed seen this woman.
After a while, the Nightmare Lord nodded. "Who is she?"
"A traitorous Oracle." Roland slowly recounted the secret conversation in the Rose Café.
After listening to this incredible story, even Valkries was stunned. "Could it be that … the Oracle that my mentor mentioned was also her?"
"Mentor?"
"'Transformer' Heathtalese. She taught me a lot of knowledge …" After hesitating for a moment, Valkries told him about the Cloud School's past. "Her failure to advance also caused the unstable Cloud School to lose its last protective umbrella."
"So that's … what happened …" Roland suddenly understood. For the first time in history, the intelligence of the two races was put together. He felt that the missing piece of the puzzle in his mind was finally revealed.
"Your Majesty, did you think of anything?" Phyllis asked.
"Do you remember the portrait hanging on the wall during the Union's Oath of the Three Kings?" Roland took a deep breath. "I'm afraid that the person in the portrait was this Senior Demon called Heathtalese."
"What … did you say?"
"The Union would worship the portrait of a demon?"
"How — how is that possible?" The Taquila witches all looked incredulous.
"According to the influence of the Cloud School during the first Battle of Divine Will, it's not strange for such a situation to happen. Since a demon in the Cloud School could become a senior lord, it's normal for there to be witches or ordinary people from the Cloud School among the higher-ups. I guess before Heathtalese died, she always had doubts about the Battle of Divine Will, right? "
In the eyes of some people, this opinion was equivalent to siding with the humans.
"… I can't deny that." Valkries closed her eyes. "She had a dispute with the current king, but the tide of the war can't be stopped by one or two people."
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