Chapter 170

A fierce wind howled across the sky.

Changes continue to occur, and as Hebe looks around, she can clearly sense how history is proceeding in the direction she has planned.

She witnessed the construction of the Minoan Palace on Crete, which was then conquered by heroes from Mycenae.

She saw how the heroes of Mycenae claimed Zeus's name to conquer Crete, and how they created the alias Atinan for Athena.

She saw these heroes creating epics, and the gods bestowing miracles upon them. Among them, the greatest was a man named Heracles —who, after completing the twelve trials, stepped into the fire, drank the Youthful Dew, and ascended to the wasteland to join the ranks of the gods.

She saw Mycenae inflicting vengeance on Troy, taking away all the wealth they could plunder. She saw how these heroes committed atrocities against Athena's priestesses in the temple; and how they raised their swords against the people of Troy...

She witnessed how Remus, who had narrowly escaped death during the long night, managed to escape; and how, after establishing Atlantis under Athena's guidance, he retaliated against Mycenae...

Hebe saw how Plato traced the origins of Atlantis in his works; how Herodotus traversed the Mediterranean Sea coast to recount the glorious past of centuries past; and how the blind poet played the harp and sang epics about city-states and heroes.

Then she saw Alexander the Great marching eastward, and on the map of his suddenly deceased empire, the Seven Hills began to rise, and the Roman era began.

These are the historical narratives that were once constructed for Hebe, and now they are the reality. After that, history began to unfold along its inertia.

Greece did not inherit Rome's authority. Under repeated wars and invasions, it was ruled by many powers in turn until the 19th century, the fourth history, when it finally gained independence from the Flying Crescent. After a century of ups and downs, it finally existed as an independent nation.

The price they paid for doing so was that they abandoned the Greek name and became known to the world as Minos.

This is also the price of the tug-of-war and compromises between the various governing bodies.

The rulers may be united in their hatred of Eris, but if Eris retreats, they will not allow the gatekeepers to grow too powerful.

When the sun rose, the official archaeological officials from Minos arrived late.

These people were few in number, so when they saw the large group of Albion people, they were immediately startled and almost got into a conflict.

Fortunately, Hebe appeared in time and produced the license officially approved by Minos.

Don't ask whether this thing is legal or not. Hebe created it by using illusion magic during the process of Closed Loop of history. Once history was successfully Closed Loop, this license became real.

Before they could even speak, Hebe criticized them rudely. "I already sent you a ledger of the photos, videos, and written records here a long time ago, why are you only coming now?"

The Minos looked at each other in bewilderment. In this world, even if Greece were renamed Minos, it still couldn't escape the fate of government bankruptcy.

Excessive welfare not only crippled the government but also fostered a lazy and indolent character among the people.

"Alright, madam, whatever you say." The Minos shrugged. "Now, can we see what you've actually dug up?"

That being said, when these careless Minos saw the carved-out palaces, slabs, and warehouses, they were struck dumb.

Not to mention that Hebe was right next to them, pointing maliciously at the clay tablet and translating. "Look, this records the original images of Athena and Atinan, and this is the source of your faith and bloodline. Your country's name comes from this palace from the mythical era."

Hebe looked with satisfaction at the Minos whose legs were trembling like leaves, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.

She has notified the relevant departments in Cathay, and the two sides will conduct joint excavations at the Crete and Mycenae sites.

Of course, according to modern laws, they will not take all the archaeological findings back to their country, but will instead establish museums on-site and continue excavating.

—Now that we live in a civilized society, people have become more sophisticated in their methods of robbery.

Naturally, Minos itself will also participate in this process, but how much it will gain... that's not something Hebe needs to worry about.

She only took the fully restored Serpent-Bearing Goddess Statue and returned to Blanckug as quickly as possible that same day.

Hebe's disguise was removed after she stepped into the Silent Bookstore. She straddled her wooden cane and flew all the way to the third floor, jumped through the window, and landed in front of Xiao Xiang's bed.

Her nonchalant indifference when manipulating history; her composure in influencing world affairs, remaining calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain; her unwavering confidence when scheming against Eris... all vanished when she saw that small body curled up in the blankets on the bed.

Anxiety welled up in her deep green eyes, and she silently took two steps around the room.

Hebe had devised this plan long ago. Of course, at that time, she didn't know she was about to face Eris; she was just habitually grabbing a scapegoat.

Hebe sat down again on the edge of Xiao Xiang's bed and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Regardless, she was the librarian she chose, and it was she herself who put her on this path.

"You respect and love me, and I will love and cherish you in return," Hebe whispered.

Yin Pill and Yangwan flew out from her side, and the original list of spells was erased by Hebe.

[Taiping Wen Shu - Yang - Complete Body and Flesh]

[Taiping Wen Shu - Yang - Jin Guang's taboo name]

[Taiping Wen Shu ·Yin·Canglang Shen]

Hebe drew the White Deer Staff, suspending it in mid-air. With his left hand, he wrote Holy Text in the air, while his right hand gently snapped his fingers in an exciting manner, all the while chanting Pain Relief Incantation.

Toyokawa Shoko, who was originally on the verge of death, was instantly pulled back by Hebe's comprehensive medical consultation.

However, this does not mean that she is fully recovered.

To use a gaming term as an analogy.

Eris's attack was essentially an instant-death strike with fixed damage. Although Toyokawa Shoko was spared instant death despite being protected by triple protection, she still took full damage from Eris, and her health bar was almost completely depleted.

Hebe's current treatment is equivalent to giving her a considerable amount of temporary life.

Overall, Toyokawa Shoko is even healthier and stronger than before... but if her life were to temporarily end, she would return to her current state.

"So you are both healthy and unhealthy now," Herbe concluded regarding Toyokawa Shoko's current state.

Xiao Xiang simply leaned quietly against the headboard, showing no strong reaction to Hebe's words.

She slowly reached out and placed her hand in Hebe's palm.

Hebe hesitated for a moment, then grasped Toyokawa Shoko's hand.

"Mother."

"?" Hebe's eye twitched slightly.

"Mother."

Looking into Hebe's deep green eyes, Toyokawa Shoko weakly but firmly uttered the words.

Well, this isn't the first time... Hebe gave a forced and helpless smile.

"Mom, please don't smile at me like that, okay?"

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly reached out, Hebe instinctively tried to dodge, but in the end she didn't move and let Xiao Xiang put her hand on the corner of her mouth.

Her fingers trembled slightly, without applying any force, but Hebe's lips drooped effortlessly.

Hebe leaned down and heard Toyokawa Shoko's fragile voice whisper in her ear, "Actually, you always wanted me to die in your place, didn't you?"

Yes, this is her true attitude towards Toyokawa Shoko in normal times: neither getting close nor distant.

A little tenderness can soften a young girl's heart in a foreign land, until the other person is willing to do something for her without hesitation.

Therefore, when the other person sacrifices themselves, there will be no feelings of attachment.

Therefore, Hebe knew that she should never be called "mother"... Mordred felt this way, and so did Toyokawa Shoko.

She can be so-called gentle with them, but when necessary, she can also use them, and herself, as bargaining chips at the gambling table.

But love is the last thing that should be weighed down. How can love that can be measured in numbers be called love?

Not to mention, Shoko was asking of himself was something noble among all kinds of love, known as maternal love.

Hebe reached out and pressed down on Toyokawa Shoko's hand, meeting her gaze.

"Xiao Xiang, you shouldn't call me mother," Hebe said in a deep voice. "You should hate me."

"Why?" Toyokawa Shoko said, "Because you collected all the debts when the Toyokawa Family was on the verge of bankruptcy? Because you gave me the courage to let go of the past when I was at my loneliest? Because you personally led me to push open this door to the real world? Because you took me for a ride on the sea in Blanckug? Because you shaped me into who I am today?"

"My value shines especially bright in your eyes." Toyokawa Shoko laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No one has had this expectation of me since my biological mother passed away."

"The darkness I face, you face as well. The despair I feel, you feel as well."

Toyokawa Shoko wiped away her tears.

"I know, you must be facing an even more dangerous enemy... I was thinking then that it would be great if I could help you."

"So, have I been of any help to you?"

"You have indeed helped me a lot." Hebe nodded deeply.

"Can you call me by my name?" Toyokawa Shoko, her voice tinged with expectation.

"Okay, Shoko."

Hebe hesitated for a moment, then called out softly.

246 The conference was held (read after refreshing)

Where are they?

"She's asleep."

In the long corridor on the third floor of the Silent Bookstore, the conversation between Hebe and the Fallen Empress could be heard.

"Shouldn't you explain something to me?" Morgan stared into Hebe's eyes. "Like, a secret history, huh?"

Morgan felt slightly annoyed when he thought about how he had enthusiastically explained the common knowledge about secret history to Hebe.

"Could it be..."

Hebe rested her chin on her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"Is it because of me that the history of all of Europe can be traced back to the First History, and Greece is no longer lost, and then we can continue forward to prove Mycenae and Crete as well, thus connecting four thousand years of history. Despite taking great risks, did we accomplish an unparalleled feat?"

Hebe was absolutely right.

But that's often how things are. If she kept things secret, Morgan's suspicious mind would inevitably follow the clues and connect all her previous actions.

But when Hebe deliberately laid out the truth before Morgan, the Fallen Empress began to doubt herself: was it really as Hebe said?

However, the Fallen Empress was not so easily fooled. Her gaze fell on Hebe's eyes and brows. "But this historical change is related to you, isn't it?"

Hebe still didn't admit it directly; she just smiled slightly.

Morgan was both annoyed and pleased by the smile.

—Hebe certainly didn't hide the truth from herself.

As for this impact on history, causing changes... so what?

The Fallen Empress pinched Hebe's face with a sigh, thinking that even after so many years, Hebe still had this kind of personality that made people feel sorry for her and admire her.

—Even at the cost of his own life, he is determined to pave the way for Albion's future.

In the eyes of the Fallen Empress, Hebe must have been stimulated by the previous historical changes, which led to a strong sense of crisis.

That's why she pushed forward archaeology at all costs, tracing the origins of the entire European history.

The one who truly changed history must be someone else, while she herself acted as the behind-the-scenes manipulator, thereby avoiding the consequences of changing history.

When Hebe saw a hint of pity appear between the Fallen Empress's brows, Hebe knew that this crisis of trust had been safely weathered.

After all, in her eyes, everything he did was in line with Merlin's style.

"But I won't allow you to continue like this." Morgan pinned Hebe against the wall, his eyes slightly red. "Twilight's knowledge of the secret history doesn't mean he can touch it, much less change it... Wait, you've been exterminated?"

Morgan, who had originally intended to do something to Hebe, immediately let go and carefully held her in his arms.

Just as Hebe was about to counter her move, she suddenly lost her balance. She blinked her deep green eyes blankly, and her long flaxen hair flowed down from Morgan's arms.

The Fallen Empress led Hebe to her room, removed her shoes, socks, and outer garments without giving her a chance to refuse, and then tucked her into a thick, dark purple quilt.

Immediately afterwards, Morgan ripped off his long hair that was tied up.

Without her making any move, a hazy white candlelight shone on the bedside, windowsill, counter, and floor.

The purple room, which already had a strong sense of mystery, was now filled with an even stronger influence.

"What... what are they doing?"

Hebe blinked. "Should I compliment you?"

"You have been excommunicated," Morgan's voice was unusually gentle. "The most urgent task now is to help you stabilize your symbol and maintain your achievements..."

"I'm fine," Hebe said, both amused and exasperated. "It's just that I can't use my skills recklessly."

Aside from the time she saved Morgan, when has she ever used the Twilight Triumph in this world?

Achievements are a trump card, but usually they're just for fun.