Zhanzhu Must Die

Ash walked up behind Silver Lamp, rested his hands on her shoulders, told her how important Zhanzhu's arrangements were to the escape plan, then said:

"...That's wonderful. From now on, not only can you become Senluo Zhanzhu's Angel, but because of you, Senluo Zhanzhu and the Senro People will both be saved. You no longer need to prove yourself by destroying the world. From this day forward, your name will stand alongside theirs. All living beings will be grateful to you, Zhanzhu will commend you, and the crown of honor will remain yours forever."

Vesir listened with a dazed look in her eyes and nodded again and again. "You're right. I've already walked the road I needed to walk, fought the battles I needed to fight, and reached the place I needed to reach. It's time to enjoy the fruits of it..."

"Mm-hmm, exactly. So—"

"Bewilderment? Hm? I didn't expect you to have learned the essential tricks of villains too." Vesir's expression suddenly changed. She looked at him sidelong, the dazed look vanishing, leaving only faint mockery behind. "The effect isn't bad, but I'm an expert in the Mind School myself. Do you really think you can control my thoughts?"

Ash's face stiffened. This was the first time he had actively used "Minstrel's Speech" in reality. Under the influence of Minstrel's Speech, anyone would subconsciously believe his words, but Silver Lamp had actually seen through it at once—what garbage Seven-Colored Blessing was this? He wanted a refund!

In truth, Vesir did not know whether Ash's words had triggered Minstrel's Speech or not, but she could tell he had that intention, so she deliberately played along for a bit before exposing him. It was not really meaningful, but using an information gap to bully Ash was genuinely fun.

"Don't worry."

Vesir