Whose Vessel

Repentance is practically impossible.

Neph did shut up, but it wasn't time for her to repent yet. She said, "I'm not questioning what happened between the Lord and Cheek."

And so Herabergen's voice finally fell silent. This God of Wisdom chose to keep quiet at this moment, and even when Neph chose not to take the exam and left directly, He did not extend a second invitation.

It was now deep winter, and when Klein saw Neph, he was surprised to find that she had added a layer of fine fur to her robe, more for decoration than practical use. As he curiously examined it, Neph put down her newspaper, stretched out her arm, and asked, "Want to touch it?"

This was actually quite a horrifying thing, because Bernadette and Trissy had already appeared in the box before Klein stood there with Gehrman Sparrow's face, but neither of them spoke up in front of the "Pure White" lady who was slowly flipping through the newspaper without any intention of looking up.

Didn't you see that His Highness's Pet Rat wished it were dead?

Gehrman Sparrow clearly remembered his setup. He glanced quietly at the other two people and the Rat at the table, bowed, and said, "I'm more curious why you insisted on bringing us all together."

"Because I find it strange," Neph put down her newspaper, "Since your goal is also to prevent George III from becoming a god, why don't you sit down and talk it over, and work together to come up with a plan?"

They exchanged bewildered glances, until finally, the Demoness Trissy, a familiar face, spoke up, "Perhaps it's because we don't have anyone like you to rely on."

Perhaps it was Demoness's habit, but an invisible ripple spread through her as she spoke. Neph raised her hand slightly and, amidst Trissy's terrified expression, coldly snorted, "If it were the Primordial standing here, that would be one thing, but you—? I expect that for the rest of this short time, you'll at least pretend to be a saint."

"Of course," Trissy bowed respectfully, "Your Highness."

"Then," Neph said with interest, extending her sleeve towards Klein, "Would you like to touch it?"

Klein realized he had no choice but to touch it now. He reached for the downy fur and instantly understood why Neph was so insistent. He pulled his hand back sharply, but the front half of his palm was already visibly frostbitten.

"What did you put on your clothes?" he asked, holding up his hand.

Neph gave a sly smile, raised her hand to wipe Klein's fingers, and the frostbite healed. She laughed matter-of-factly, "I covered it with a layer of snow that looks like fluff."

"----" Klein sat down with mixed feelings.

Neph stared at them, tapping her fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Is there anyone else who intends to stop George III?" she asked.

"Unless you include the Church," Klein replied.

"That means there isn't any left," Neph said decisively.

Bernadette was summoned by a "divine oracle," while Trissy was actually summoned by Klein through Neph. This seemingly cautious Demoness agreed without hesitation after hearing that the person who invited her was the "Pure White" lady who had mysteriously appeared last time.

As for Klein —everyone else was there, and he certainly couldn't refuse.

As for the reason for calling them together, it was indeed true. She felt it was a real pity that these people who wanted to assassinate George III hadn't sat down and talked, and coincidentally, she was standing in a very suitable position to call them over.

Neph leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping over the three people, and said with a smile, "Before I came, I asked Wisdom, and He told me that as long as I don't try to offend the Storm again, I won't be struck by lightning."

"I'm not sure if stopping George III would be an offense to Him—among the Seven Gods, there are those who support George III's deification, those who oppose it, and those who are neutral, but in the end, they all chose to acquiesce. I'm not sure which kind of Storm it is, and therefore I can't be sure if it's an offense, so I won't take direct action."

"Ah, unless the three of you prove to me with your abilities that you're nothing but a bunch of trash."

Of course, no one would admit to being useless. They sized each other up, and finally Bernadette asked, "You just said you wouldn't take direct action. Does that mean we can seek your help through other means?"

"Brilliant!" Neph snapped her fingers. "Isn't this exactly what I'm doing to help you?"

"That's not necessarily true," said Gehrman Sparrow.

Neph gave him a threatening look and said with a sneer, "For Mr. Fool's sake, I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."

So Gehrman Sparrow quickly changed his tune. "Well said."

"You have brought us together and given us a space to exchange intelligence and make detailed plans, which is already a great help to us."

Let me start by talking about what I know—

The conversation thus veered towards exchanging intelligence, followed by questions about the plan. Klein asked, "What if I summon your projection through another means—"

"Haven't you ever thought about this?" Neph reminded him, "Before that, you should first make sure you can summon my projection."

Klein paused slightly, frowning as he looked at Neph. Neph thought for a moment and then said, "Hmm, it might not be a problem. Go back and try it. I remember—anyway, it might work—"

She was actually thinking about Klein summoning her Historical Projection. Although their situations differed, they weren't too far apart, and there were always some points of comparison. In that case, perhaps the Historical Projection wouldn't be affected.

Klein noted this down and addressed the other two. "I don't recommend that we confront George III directly. There's a very high probability that he has already incorporated more than one Beyonder Characteristic, or even Uniqueness, and is only one final aggregation away from becoming a god."

"We have no chance of winning on the front lines, but we can disrupt His Ritual in other ways—"

"Actually, you have another way," Neph interjected. "His ascension was very rushed, and the one behind him—in short, His Ritual has a very high probability of failing. You don't need to do anything."

"Are you serious?" Klein asked her.

"I'm very serious." Neph nodded.

This sounds absurd, but it's not a joke by Neph. She knows perfectly well that Adam doesn't care whether George III becomes a god or not; this is just a smokescreen. For him, the real important moment is the death of the God of Combat of War, which is already inevitable.

The recent newspapers in Loen were almost entirely filled with news about the war. Neph also had some understanding of the front lines. However, the information in the newspapers was not accurate, and the information from the front lines was incomplete. Only after synthesizing the information did she gain a certain understanding of the actual war situation.

Chapter 50 Whose Container

As the initiator of the war, Loen held a certain advantage on the initial battlefield, but this did not mean victory. The Feysac people balanced the gap with their fearless courage, and the front line was actually locked in a stalemate. However, Loen's official battle reports concealed the true situation, proclaiming that they had won triumphantly - if you only read the news reports, you would think they were about to win.

Neph didn't actually like this method, and she hated it even more after seeing what was happening on the front lines. She lacked affection for this land, but no one could turn a blind eye to such a large-scale death of their own kind. This showed that she at least considered herself human, and perhaps she should feel relieved.

But this is the most powerless part. She can convince herself that this is the trend of the times, an inevitable direction, and for the sake of the future, but when she actually sees certain scenes, she still cannot turn a blind eye.

At times like these, Neph felt a pang of envy for Adam's pure Divinity. She couldn't say whether hiding in Isar was self-deception, but when she immersed herself in the murals and chatted idly with Herabergen in her spare time, she seemed to truly escape the war, until she returned to Backlund.

The stench of blood hidden beneath the calm enveloped her once more. Neph sighed softly, closed her eyes, and forced herself to refocus her attention on George III.

"Getting the process done quickly is the most important thing," Fu shook her head slightly and said vaguely, "He guided me to witness the end of George III's reign."

"----?" Klein frowned.

Neph didn't mention her name, leaving Trissy and Bernadette completely confused, but Klein understood immediately. He seemed about to ask something but hesitated, only saying, "This puts my mind at ease, but you must know, I can't wait for things to just happen like this."

Neph shrugged; she knew this, of course, and didn't say much. Klein was talking to Trissy and Bernadette about the plan, and he actually had quite a few reservations, but the other two clearly had their own as well. Neph shook her head, focusing her attention only on Trissy.

Of the three, she was most interested in Trissy. The "Demoness Sect" made Trissy into Divine Descent Vessel for the "Primordial Demoness" Cheek's divine descent, but Trissy had a strong self-destructive tendency and chose to die directly after Revenge Prince Edessak, showing no will to live.

Neph had no intention of saving a Demoness, but Trissy's identity as Divine Descent Vessel held her back. She remembered Adam's warning, and as she stared at Cheek, she recalled the two Concealment Honorific Name of "Primordial Demoness".

Suspected to be related to the Original Creator ----

The fourth Honorific Name refers to the "Primordial God Almighty"----

----Is this Divine Descent Vessel, truly for Cheek's own use?

Or perhaps----

Neph stared at Trissy and abruptly asked, "Do you want to die?"

Trissy was abruptly pulled back to reality. She looked at Neph, Neph smiled and said, "It wasn't just George III who got you to this point, but also... the Primordial— "

"Have you considered giving Him a gift before you leave?"

"----Is this your purpose?" Trissy's expression suddenly changed. "You want to use me to deal with the Primordial?"

"I have some things to confirm," Neph stroked her chin, "but perhaps it's not me—well, maybe I should first offer you as a gift to my My Lord— "

So, wouldn't this be considered sending a woman to the boss?

A strange thought startled Neph, causing her to shake her head involuntarily. She nervously made the Inverted Cross on her chest, then earnestly asked, "Are you willing?"

Both Klein and Bernadette wore hesitant expressions, Trissy gave a bitter smile, her voice trailing off. "Do I have the right to refuse?"

"Given the difference between us, if you disagree, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the capacity to commit suicide, would I?"

"That's not necessarily true—" Neph reminded her, "Didn't the Witch of Gold ' die right under my nose?"

"But you had no intention of stopping her at all," Trissy said soberly.

"I have no intention of stopping you either," Neph shrugged. "After all, I haven't prayed to God yet, and you could easily commit suicide before I do."

That was, after all, a sudden and unverified idea. Neph had the thought, but lacked conviction. Perhaps she would have added that conviction after praying, but as she said, Trissy could have committed suicide before that.

"Are you kidding me?" Trissy sighed. "Then I wouldn't even know what happened to George III."

"You'll never know His fate even if you die during the assassination attempt," Neph reminded her.

Trissy finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Do you just want to see me commit suicide?"

"Sorry," Neph coughed lightly, "I'm used to it."

Trissy remained silent for a few seconds, then finally couldn't help but ask, "May I ask—what is the name of the one you worship?"

According to the rumors circulating, there is a God behind the mysterious "Pure White" lady. Trissy had suspected the Fool, but the tone of the "Pure White" lady when talking about the Fool was obviously not right. Moreover, she had another question: the New Holy Bible of the Church of Evernight was not a secret. Although the Cultists would not deliberately look at the Holy Bible, the news of the Twin sisters of the Evernight Goddess had quickly spread in the Underground.

The mysterious "Pure White" lady before her was so reminiscent of the Winter Goddess who suddenly appeared without leaving a trace. Trissy was willing to believe that the two had a close relationship, and that this "Pure White" lady was at least worthy of being a favorite. However—

"The True Creator," she said.

"----?" Trissy's expression froze. "Who?"

She seemed to doubt that she had misheard, her eyes revealing undisguised astonishment. Klein kindly added, "You could also assume she worships the Sun God of the Third Epoch period—if you know anything about that history."

Trissy realized he hadn't denied it, so she took a breath and spoke again, "I have a question."

Neph nodded slightly, signaling her to continue.

Trissy took a deep breath and calmly asked, "What is your relationship with the Three Deities of Winter mentioned in the latest ' Revelation of Night '?"

"You can think of us as Mother Orchid," Neph smiled gently, "Or you can think of me as Him."