"…" Serakkas stared at her in a daze for a moment. "If this male named Roland Wimbledon were to die …"
"I would probably cease to exist as well." Valkries's tone was not heavy at all. "But compared to the entire race, my personal fate is not worth mentioning. If killing him would allow the continuation of the race, you must not hesitate. "
Silent Disaster did not continue the topic.
She turned to look at the bustling street below the building. There were not only humans, but also a few figures that resembled Junior Demons. They shuttled through the crowd and blended into their surroundings. Such a scene was inconceivable no matter how one looked at it.
After a while, she asked again, "Do you trust that male?"
"To be honest, when it comes to the survival of the race, the word 'trust' is too weak." Valkries leaned over the railing. "Even if you are the negotiator, I cannot act based on trust alone. But he was right about one thing. Trust is the foundation of change — without this foundation, we may need decades or even centuries to change our fixed views on the Battle of Divine Will, and this price may be far beyond the ability of our race to bear. So, whether it is a yes or no answer, it is not appropriate. "
"…"
"From the looks of it, he is indeed working towards ending the Battle of Divine Will. The changes in the battle situation that he told me were not lies either. Putting everything together, this bit of trust is not an unreasonable request," Nightmare Lord said softly. "There is never a lack of reason to doubt. The key is to weigh the pros and cons."
"Weigh the pros and cons" … Silent Disaster repeated. "Then what should I do next?"
"That will depend on yourself … I have said before, you are already a qualified senior lord. I do not wish to affect your judgment."
"In the future … will I only be able to see you here?" Serakkas asked hesitantly.
"Not necessarily." Valkries shrugged. "I heard from Roland that he is trying to save a Witch named Ashes. If the information that the Oracle revealed is correct, even if her body perishes, as long as there are traces left in the Realm of Mind, there is still a chance of survival. Compared to the Witches floating in the Sea of Mind, I am at least more complete. Oh right … "
As it said that, it reached out its hands and took off her helmet. "Considering the risk, there won't be many chances for us to meet like this, so don't wrap yourself up too tightly. Compared to the pitch-black armor, I'd rather see your original appearance."
…
When the two of them returned to the living room, Roland could not help but raise his eyebrows.
Even though he had learned from Fishball's report that Silent Disaster's main body was vastly different from her usual combat readiness, he was still surprised to see it with his own eyes.
If he had not been prepared, it would have been difficult for him to associate the burly and hideous armor with the "female" demon inside.
"Are you done talking? What's the conclusion? "
"I want to ask a question, human." Serakkas asked coldly, "If the Battle of Divine Will is really a scam, how confident are you in defeating the Gods?"
"Actually, I don't know." This was also a question that Roland often asked himself. "What is God? What is its purpose? How should I fight? Even if I have the chance to fight, these are all unknown. Besides that, based on the abilities it has displayed so far, theoretically speaking, we have no chance. But I believe that regardless of the outcome, it's better than sitting and waiting for death. "
"I don't care about your life or death at all, but don't forget, Lord Valkries is still in your realm of consciousness. For him — "
"I have to live well too, right?"
"It's good that you understand." Serakkas glared at him. "As for your request, I'll have to consider it before making a decision."
"I don't expect a single negotiation to yield results." Roland nodded. "But at least it's a breakthrough from nothing. After that, we'll contact each other through letters. After all, such a meeting is extremely risky for both parties. As long as the Western Front Army is still invading the Four Kingdoms, the war will not stop. Also … "
He raised his cup. "Since the next meeting is so far away, are you sure you don't want a drink?"
"Hmph." Serakkas disdainfully picked up the drink on the table and poured it into her mouth. She had seen too many of such tricks. No matter how disgusting the drink was, she would not show any fear in front of the enemy.
When a mellow and sweet feeling that she had never experienced flowed into her throat, the entire room suddenly disappeared as she returned to the forest.
Silent Disaster subconsciously looked at where Valkries was sitting, but all she saw was an empty patch of grass.
This short scene was like an illusion, and only a wisp of sweetness lingered in her mouth.
…
"What took you so long?"
Upon seeing Silent Disaster appear, Hackzord did not hesitate to expel several Distortion Doors, and only asked after pulling her more than five kilometers away.
From his point of view, she should have left the area immediately after receiving the reply.
"They didn't reply to my letter." Silent Disaster seemed to be absent-minded.
"What?" Sky Lord frowned. "Could it be a trap?"
"No, I saw Valkries."
Hackzord nearly missed a step and fell from the sky.
"What did you say!?"
"Valkries is indeed attached to the Realm of Consciousness, your guess isn't wrong," Silent Disaster said slowly. "But the one that is attached to is the King of Graycastle, and also the possessor of the legacy shard."
After returning to the Deity of Gods and listening to Serakkas's recount, Hackzord fell into an extreme state of confusion.
The massive amount of information nearly clogged up his brain.
Although he expected Valkries to have found something, he never expected the humans to have penetrated so deeply. Furthermore, in a certain sense, the Nightmare Lord had already formed a cooperative relationship with them. If this news were to spread, it would change the history of their race for close to a thousand years. It would also cause them to stand against the King.
Should I try to convince the King? Hackzord immediately dispelled that thought. He was unwilling to enter the Presiding Holy See no matter what. Otherwise, if the King wanted to do something to him, he would not even have the chance to refuse.
Then should I stand on Valkries's side?
In fact, Nightmare Lord was a candidate to become the King from the very beginning. In essence, the difference between the King and the Senior Lord was not in terms of ability. To become the King, one had to pay a certain price, and it depended on the individual's choice. Therefore, this thought was not obstructed by his dignity. The only thing that made him hesitate was the fact that he was a human of a different race.
Regardless of whether the Battle of Divine Will was a scam, the legacy shard's enhancement to the race was real. With the aid of the unknown legacy, the humans were improving rapidly. If a conflict were to arise in the future, what would happen to the race?
These doubts made it hard for him to make a decision.
What Hackzord did not notice was that while he was deep in thought, Silent Disaster had already put on her helmet, picked up her sword, and silently left the Red Mist Room.
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