Destruction had always been easier than construction. A carefully prepared ritual always needed a few extra safeguards.
Lord Jose's own combat strength was, of course, always the ultimate trump card. But there was nothing wrong with doing more preparatory work beforehand and building up some extra oxygen reserves.
It was just that, this way, the bride's role in it all looked increasingly tragic.
Though one never knew where love began, only that it ran deep, even that fated certainty of "you are the right one" had been specially manufactured...
That sort of deception could not help but remind one of the explanation Nepheli had given when she handed him that eye—
[The endless regret born from the suffering of a noble one under punishment.]
It actually faintly matched up once again. Was the Princess's final obstinacy because she had realized this deception?
One could only say that if she had not been a victim of the Seed of Ecstasy, it sounded quite plausible.
Logically, once someone was infected with that thing, all such obsessions should have turned into nourishment, especially at the very end of their life... How was this to be explained?
Not blindly content with what he had learned, Fu Qian continued to uncover new doubts.
"It's about time. Continue."
Unfortunately, Lord Jose seemed to think it was enough already. He was not planning to offer any more psychological guidance and simply gestured to the side.
And sure enough, the control of the scene was top-notch. Camera Six remained perfectly still, but another male priest standing in a more central position did not even need prompting before handing over a blue velvet case.
Clearly, the initial shock had passed. To them, the situation had returned to normal, so they had long been ready to fulfill their duties at