Chapter 104
However, the Fallen Empress is different.
Morgan's gaze was extremely critical: in the silence she saw Toyokawa Shoko's ancestors, her bloodline, and the majestic figure of the Otogiyama Ogre King Sakata Kintoki transformed into Niou... but much more remained unknown.
The soft white mist surged like a tide, blocking the fairy's gaze and pushing Morgan's senses back to the real world.
"It's this kind of fog again...it was the same in Atlantis before," Morgan thought to himself.
"As a person who has transcended, he is still a bit immature, and by my standards, he is obviously not good enough."
Morgan uttered the cold words, watching with satisfaction as Toyokawa Shoko's eyes widened and her face turned deathly pale.
The little girl swayed precariously, yet she remained silent.
"... But being a librarian might not be so bad." Morgan chuckled. "Librarians throughout history have always been restless fellows; otherwise, why would they have been diverted from the Atlas Institute to come here?"
Hebe remained noncommittal; it was unlikely that Morgan and Xiao Xiang could get along in the first place.
The two are vastly different in terms of status, knowledge, and values. In the past, Toyokawa Shoko would never have been able to control this Continuance Director... and it's also a question of how long Morgan would stay here.
But things are different now— Hebe is now the boss of the Island Council.
It was just a one-time meeting, and there shouldn't have been any follow-up, but when Hebe was arranging a room for Morgan, something unexpected happened.
"Where are you planning to sleep?" Hebe asked Morgan.
"Where do you sleep?" Morgan asked her in return.
"The bedroom furthest from the sea." Hebe knocked on the wall, and the lights in the hallway gradually dimmed, creating a dim and hazy atmosphere.
"I'll choose that one too."
Without a second thought, Hebe refused. "No way!"
Morgan reached out and placed her hand on Hebe's shoulder, a swift and decisive action.
After all, she was more than ten centimeters taller Hebe, so it was very easy for her to look down on him.
"Then I'll sleep in the room next to yours," Morgan said in a hoarse voice.
"Okay." Hebe nodded.
She led Morgan to the last empty bedroom, which had violet and magenta wallpaper, Snake Scales -like reliefs on the bedposts and the edges of the ceiling, and two comfortable-looking chairs in addition to the subtly luxurious large bed.
One is an armchair, and the other is a recliner.
Both chairs are violet in color, making one wonder how inspiration might flow if one were to sit in them.
Morgan liked the room very much at first glance.
But she quickly realized that between this violet bedroom and Hebe's bedroom, there was Toyokawa Shoko's pale bedroom.
Then Royal Sister seemed very unhappy.
"Didn't you say this bedroom was next to yours?" The Fallen Empress reached out and grabbed Hebe's tail. "And what's with that child in between?"
Hebe turned around helplessly. "I have two bedrooms... You'll see if you don't believe me."
Morgan then followed her by the tail to the next room and saw that there were indeed signs of habitation in the most luxurious bedroom, which made him believe what Hebe had said.
Just as Hebe was about to leave, she noticed that Morgan had locked the door when he came in.
She calmly turned around and said, "Royal Sister, please let go of my tail first."
"Call me sister." Morgan shook the handle in her hand.
Hebe sighed helplessly, "Sister."
Morgan chuckled twice, released his grip, and watched the golden fox tail slip through his fingers.
"I've been wondering about this tail ever since I left," Morgan said, looking at the fox tail swaying behind Hebe. "The Merlin I know is a nightmare, not a fox demon... but it does feel quite nice."
"It's also a kind of bloodline." Hebe changed the subject. "I also have a few questions for my sister... First, what is the current situation of the 'Burning Witch'?"
Morgan was still smiling with amusement, but when he heard Hebe's question, his expression gradually became serious.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, while Hebe sat down on the velvet and silk-decorated night chair. The two did not look directly at each other, but at an angle.
This seems to make the atmosphere a little more relaxed during talks involving governance.
"Dead." Morgan replied after a brief silence. "The Skyflint's Excommunication fell on both of us almost simultaneously... but I can't remember the form of the punishment, let alone the specific details, but I'm sure the punishment fell on her earlier."
"I watched her turn into an indescribable pool of ash."
As Morgan narrated, his fingertips trembled slightly without his notice.
It's probably not just a matter of time. Hebe silently retorted in her heart.
This also proves her previous guess that Celestial Flint was indeed targeting Eris.
However, even someone as powerful as Celestial Flint only targeted, rather than killed.
Perhaps even the Celestial Flint could not truly kill Eris, or perhaps doing so would have extremely serious consequences.
After all, the latter has not yet been truly born, and naturally will not die.
Upon closer reflection, Ashiya Dōman also boasted in the Eastern Lostbelt [Eris] would be forged under the axe and hammer of the Celestial Flint... This was probably not an exaggeration.
Isn't this also a method of forging the Celestial Flint? If Eris can truly thrive in this environment, it proves that He does indeed have the ability to define history.
From this perspective, the Celestial Flint is also equal.
Hebe nodded. "The second question is, are you still on the path of destruction? This question is crucial, so don't lie to me, sister."
She gazed into Morgan's eyes.
Morgan smiled slightly, revealing his white and sharp teeth. "Of course, but more than that."
She raised her head like a swan.
"The Holy Grail teaches us that blood is the currency of life; the Celestial Flint warns us that blood is the seed of fire. That is to say, great power is contained within our bloodline, originating from the gods, beasts, and many lost civilizations. Discovering it will lead us to a new path."
"Now I stand at the crossroads of two paths." Morgan reached out and slapped the ground at an angle, making a crisp sound. "The wolf's arrogance is waning, so He is no longer able to summon the pack, and I am freed from my fate; while my blood comes from the water, and of all rulers, the 'Empress' who rules the seas is the most benevolent."
Hebe nodded.
It was indeed a pearl, the sea goddess known as "Empress" in the Cathay cultural sphere.
The three rulers of the Orthodox Church are all called "empresses of so-and-so" in the East. For example, the Holy Grail is called the Empress of the Earth.
However, if one simply refers to "Your Empress" without adding a specific title before it, then it is merely referring to pearls.
"The third question concerns Ys and Atlantis," Hebe asked. "Recently, rumors among the Blanckug apprentices have been rampant, but unfortunately, there's not much information about Atlantis in the Silent Bookstore. There are only vague warnings advising librarians to be wary of Ys."
"But," Hebe said, "I have seen the training sword left behind by Skadi, a visitor from Atlantis."
"Where's the sword?" Morgan asked.
"It has been destroyed and cannot be found."
Morgan took a deep breath. "This question cannot be answered now; it needs to be said at the right time and in the right place."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow after we wake up, okay?" The Fallen Empress looked at Hebe with a hint of pleading.
The girl with long flaxen hair sighed, "Alright, in that case... sweet dreams, sister."
At the same time, Hebe silently chanted, 'Open Sesame, Open Sesame.'
Under Morgan's stunned gaze, she smoothly reached out and opened the door, then returned to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.
Hebe locked the door immediately after entering.
She breathed a long sigh of relief and then sat down in front of the computer.
Hebe took an ice-cold Coke out of her pocket.
Incidentally, this time the cola is kumquat flavored, and the packaging is a beautiful starry sky design.
She started playing games and enjoying a vibrant and exciting nightlife.
Is 160 funny? I only see a desperate student.
As the morning light pierced through the clouds and fell upon the sea in Blanckug, the Silent Bookstore welcomed a joyful dawn.
Soon the sun disappeared behind the clouds, leaving the island shrouded in cloudy weather once again.
Hebe opened her eyes, got dressed, and walked out of the room.
Before Shoko arrived, Hebe usually ate breakfast outside, but after Shoko arrived, he took on the responsibility of making breakfast.
When Hebe went down to the first-floor restaurant, she found the long table already filled with all kinds of breakfasts—from Albion style to Cathay style.
Of course, Toyokawa Shoko couldn't possibly have such skills; it was all done by Royal Sister.
Hebe walked over and picked up the steaming hot soup dumplings. The familiar aroma from her memory filled her with a flood of emotions.
Finally, I can eat normal food again.
That being said, Hebe's standards for breakfast were not high; what she really looked forward to was lunch and dinner.
After finishing the soup dumpling, she took two tea eggs and a bowl of tofu pudding to the foyer.
In the pure white foyer, Morgan stood with his arms crossed, watching Toyokawa Shoko do her daily prayers.
Whether they are apprentices of enlightenment or heroes of the day, daily lessons are of paramount importance.
At the apprentice level, there are few physical changes involved; the focus is more on acquiring knowledge.
At this moment, Morgan waved his hand, and stacks of test papers and teaching materials appeared out of thin air, piling up in front of the large desk. At the same time, the position of the bookshelves kept changing, placing the classics suitable for apprentices to read at the front.
Toyokawa Shoko's face gradually turned pale, but Morgan's teaching continued.
"Whether it is the Art of Formless Glory or the Great and Solemn Study, it takes an apprentice ten lifetimes to even glimpse the tip of the iceberg," Morgan said sternly. "The former is a trick akin to gambling, while the latter is real 'spell'... If you are not a 'The Knower,' you can only learn it by the clumsy method."
Hebe was peeling a tea egg, raised an eyebrow.
"The Knower?"
Isn't that her username when she logs into the Secret History Simulator?
"Why is my little boss out here?" the Fallen Empress chuckled in a strange tone. "I thought you were going to sleep until noon."
Hebe chuckled and leaned over, handing Morgan the peeled tea egg she was holding.
Is there a significant difference between a "The Knower" and an ordinary apprentice?
Morgan took the tea egg. "Of course."
She tapped the ground with the heel of her boot, and the test paper stopped falling out of thin air.
The Fallen Empress casually peeled the egg in half. "Open your mouth."
Morgan answered his earlier question only after Hebe began to chew, "This is rather secret knowledge... about history, or rather, 'secret history'."
Hebe swallowed the egg without batting an eye. "'Secret History'?"
"Don't play dumb." Morgan chuckled and pinched Hebe's ear. "All twilights know that there is still a principle that no one has mastered, which represents time, history, the world, and the future... The achievements of twilights are precisely based on this principle, which is why they can transcend the vast expanse of time."
"What if this principle were to become the governing principle in the future...?"
"The achievements of the twilight years will inevitably be affected," Morgan nodded. "But that's a long way off and has nothing to do with what we're talking about."
Hebe thought to himself that it was not just irrelevant, it was extremely relevant.
Even for the sake of those connected to her, she has to slam Eris's coffin lid shut.
Morgan tapped on the desk, signaling to Toyokawa Shoko to join him in listening.
"Regarding history, there are many different opinions in different countries around the world. With the strong promotion of the Orthodox Church, the Gregorian calendar is now accepted worldwide."
Hebe nodded secretly; this was the most widely used calendar system at present. The starting point of the Common Era was the year when the Holy Son Nazareth became incarnate.
Indeed, the Holy Son Nazareth here is the Messiah of the May Archon, also known as the Mother of Salvation.
Unlike other governments, this government made no attempt to embellish or conceal its origins.
Legend has it that when she was born, Three Magi from the East came following the direction of the shining Star of Bethlehem, in order to worship this Holy Son who would "rule the earth for a thousand years".
According to Hebe's records at the Silent Bookstore, the one who gave birth to the physical body of Nazareth Messiah was none other than the June Archon and the Holy Grail.
The Three Magi who came to "pay their respects" were Celestial Flint, Mr. Day, and Lord Twilight, the three rulers.
The Orthodox Church's claims are merely an abstract cover-up of the true myth.