The Ancient Dream Saintess remained silent as a statue.
It was as though she had turned a deaf ear to Meng Chao's words.
Yet on the smooth, mirror-like mask fastened over her face, a hairline crack appeared with a soft crack.
This showed that her subconscious had begun to waver.
A faint doubt had arisen toward everything she had once believed in without question.
Greatly encouraged, Meng Chao pressed his advantage. "Have you realized where the problem lies? Since I could sneak into the depths of your brain and secretly plant a false memory, why couldn't someone else do the same?
"Even you yourself, the Ancient Dream Saintess, often spread your faith and instill your will into the Great Horned Legion's warriors through dreams, don't you? How can you be certain that everything you vaguely saw in your dreams was truly a revelation from the Great Horned Rat God, rather than something planted by people with ulterior motives?
"I know that denying a faith for which you have cast everything aside and struggled is an extremely painful and difficult thing. But for the Great Horned Legion's future, for the tomorrow of all ratfolk, as both the army's commander and spiritual leader, you must shoulder the hardest responsibility—to doubt, to think, and to make the right judgment!"
The crack on the Ancient Dream Saintess's mask grew increasingly distinct.
It gradually branched out, becoming a dense spiderweb.
From the depths of the cracks, emotions of extreme agony seemed to turn into dense Black Mist and gush out through the "web."
"Yes, I indeed have no evidence to prove my conjecture. Then let's use common sense to sort through the situation before us!"
Meng Chao raised his voice and continued, "You gathered the Great Horned Legion's most elite forces—the entire hope of all