Chapter 338
This plan would naturally meet with Avina's opposition, for she would never allow Charles to take such risks—Avina knew all too well that Charles, who could withstand the corruption of the other realm, would undoubtedly be the best candidate for the "Saintess."
But the Charles in the simulation wanted exactly this effect.
Charles continued to flip through the pages.
Soon, she came across the information in the simulation that she had officially joined the Church of the God of Order, becoming a priestess—but this was merely a temporary identity; Charles intended to rise through the ranks, and her speed would only increase.
Moreover, the baptism the Church of the God of Order performed on Charles was easily dismantled by the [Overclocked Gear], and the other party didn’t even realize the baptism had failed.
During this process, Charles met quite a few people from the Church of the God of Order and gathered a wealth of intelligence. She even encountered someone similar to Tara, who, despite being a 2nd-tier "Lawgiver," had risen to the rank of "Archbishop."
She knew a lot.
In the simulation, Charles orchestrated her own arrest, leading the followers of the Holy Communion to brainwash her. This brainwashing lasted nearly four full days, and it was only with Avina's intervention that the other party's mental defenses were finally broken.
The information she extracted left both Avina and Charles in shock.
The explosion at the Royal Medical Society was not orchestrated by the Joyous Society... but was a joint scheme by the royal family and the upper echelons of the Church of the God of Order.
The Russell family was the executor of the explosion.
The goal was to manipulate the Joyous Society.
The Church of the God of Order wanted to completely eliminate the Savior Goddess Church from Ansu, making themselves the true state religion of Ansu.
Meanwhile, the royal family aimed to use the famine created by the Joyous Society to wipe out the noble class in Northern Ansu, severing the royal bloodline of the ancient Orlando family and thus gaining complete control over Northern Ansu.
No.
It was to completely remove the "North" from Northern Ansu.
As soon as this mad plan was revealed, Avina understood that they could not escape; this kidnapping would surely be exposed... The Church of the God of Order had no shortage of "detectives," nor did they lack 4th-tier experts in the "Detective" pathway—the "Eye of Judgment."
When Charles flipped to the next page, it was already October.
[October 2, 6 AM]
[I finally got my notebook back...]
[For safety, Avina relented and returned to her family... I was captured by the Royal Melody people, but strangely...]
[The one interrogating me is Princess Windsor.]
[I haven’t used the "Subverter" save to escape yet; I want to see if I can dig up more information from this princess... Don’t worry, I’ll keep the information safe; I won’t let you come back to find a mess waiting for you.]
[October 2, 12 PM]
[Shit, she’s a freak.]
[I’m stunned; she came right in saying something about "being together forever," wanting to saw off my limbs. Luckily, after I used my save ability, she abandoned that idea, but she really is a twisted piece of work.]
[I knew her gaze was off; turns out she really is a freak!]
[But I did learn some things from her.]
[The people who captured me are from the Royal Melody, under the command of a 4th-tier "Sound Manipulator," but Windsor seems to have intercepted me; otherwise, I’d be facing that 4th-tier "Sound Manipulator" right now...]
[October 2, 9 PM]
[Oh my god!!! She just!!! Right in front of me!!! Took off her clothes!!! Just!!! Unbuttoned?!]
[Honestly, every second I spend here feels like torture; I’m tempted to just end it all early so you can come over.]
[But Windsor said that the Sound Manipulator will be coming in a few days...]
[This might be one of the few times I can face a 4th-tier directly in this simulation; I wonder if I can get anything out of him... Anyway, he can’t control my mind, so if anything goes wrong, I’ll just end it and let you take over.]
Charles read this, her face expressionless...
She didn’t know what kind of expression to wear.
**Chapter 188: The Crisis of the Long Princess's Witness.**
“Hmm~ hmm~”
In a luxurious palace, within the underground exhibition room, a white-haired girl hummed an off-key tune as she opened the door to the underground collection room.
As the door swung open, a horrific scene reminiscent of a slaughterhouse was revealed.
The girl stood in her private collection room, the warm gaslight casting faint shadows on the ancient stone walls.
The air inside was strange and suffocating, as if time had frozen here. Her gaze slowly swept over the meticulously preserved "collectibles."
Each specimen, each exquisitely crafted instrument, was a testament to her intellect and aesthetic.
She stood in the center, looking up, admiring the white "butterflies" hanging from the ceiling, finally resting her gaze on the body lying on the "operating table," now missing its limbs.
The admiration in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of disgust in her golden and red pupils.
“You look particularly imperfect today…”
Her voice was cold as she reached for a sharp scalpel, her other hand slowly turning the body over.
“Ugh... ugh...”
The figure was still alive, whimpering but unable to utter a single word of plea.
Thud—
Crack—
Snap—
In the quiet collection room, the sickening sound of a sharp knife piercing through the skull echoed.
Soon, the girl slowly raised her left hand, holding up the bloodied butterfly bone, a smile returning to her face.
“Now it’s perfect…”
Knock, knock, knock—
A knock sounded at the door, and the girl slowly turned, coldly regarding the white-haired man standing at the entrance.
“Girls’ chambers are off-limits to men, Lord Sound Manipulator…”
Windsor wiped the blood and butterfly bone from her hands with a napkin and spoke slowly, “May I ask what you need?”
“Princess Windsor~ I came to check if Charles is still alive?”
The Sound Manipulator squinted, smiling as he continued, “And there’s something else I must confirm with her…”
“Didn’t you already see her before?”
Windsor replied coldly, “Haven’t you gotten anything out of her?”
“She played a little trick, Princess Windsor.”
The Sound Manipulator shook his head and said, “All the extraordinary items she handed over are ineffective, except for a ring; the information she provided is half true, half false... She’s quite adept at handling the scrutiny of ‘missionaries.’”
“Whatever you need to ask, I’ll relay it,”
Windsor seemed ungrateful, her tone slightly impatient, “I won’t allow her to see any male beings again... It would taint the purity of her mind.”
At this point, Windsor’s expression softened, and she smiled, “She must think only of me... from the moment she opens her eyes until the second she falls asleep, even in her dreams.”
The Sound Manipulator stood there, seemingly unperturbed, merely smiling gently as he said, “Then please relay this message, and ask her…”
“Where are Adele and Amy Hastings, who accompanied her into the city? Do they still have another sample with them? If she doesn’t know this, the queen will be quite troubled.”
“The board of directors for the Lucihilufa Executive has already voted to dismiss her; let her know that no one will come to help her…”
The Sound Manipulator seemed to recall something and added:
“Also, when your sister returned, she mentioned seeing a red-haired ‘Subverter’ who looked quite similar to her in Boren City... Ask her if she knows anything about that.”
“Additionally, when you, Princess Windsor, tire of your games, remember to leave a life behind and let me know first.”
Windsor nodded slightly, impatiently saying, “Alright, got it, you can go now.”
“How is your ‘Butcher’ potion digesting? Do you need me to arrange the upcoming rituals and potions for you?”
The Sound Manipulator did not leave, asking calmly and patiently.
“Get lost, get lost, you’re more annoying than Father.”
Windsor finally couldn’t hold back, cursing at the door in anger.
In her agitation, she crushed a piece of the fragile butterfly bone in her hand, further heightening her fury.
“Hahaha…”
The Sound Manipulator chuckled, finally saying, “Your sister has returned from her tour; aren’t you going to meet her? Sisters should be closer…”
Whoosh—
The bloodied butterfly bone was thrown in the direction of the Sound Manipulator, who slightly sidestepped to avoid the attack, pausing in his speech, and slowly said, “Then I’ll take my leave... But please be cautious; although the other party is a ‘Lawgiver’…”
“Get out!!!”
Interrupted mid-sentence, the Sound Manipulator cast one last deep glance at Princess Windsor before turning and leaving the entrance of the underground collection room.
“Ugh, so annoying! Old man.”
Princess Windsor, panting heavily, took a moment to calm herself and took a deep breath.
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