That bitch Artemis?
Anyone who could refer to the Moon God in that tone had to be someone from her era.
In fact, there was no need to keep guessing. When she had spoken earlier, every image of Ankara on the surrounding walls had opened its mouth and spoken along with her. That scene had all but revealed her identity.
The problem was that the more obvious it was, the harder it was to believe.
A scene had already surfaced in Kallen's mind:
He walked up to the hospital bed where Neo lay and told him:
"I saw a revived Ankara in the Ankara Memorial Hall on the top floor of the Ankara Hotel."
No matter how precious the grapes in Neo's mouth were, he would probably spit them out then.
"Ah~"
Sarayina stretched, her gaze slowly sweeping across everyone present.
Cold sweat began running down Sains's face.
Kallen had always thought this valet was reasonably strong but not particularly bright. Otherwise, he would not have made his puppet double exactly match his own build and physique;
in short, he could not compare to Kallen's Alfred at all.
Even more ridiculous was that his gaze held terror when it first landed on Sarayina, yet when it swept over Kallen and the others, it actually held murderous intent.
What?
Did he want to silence them?
Silence Order clerics in front of Ankara?
Sains's lips quivered as he said to Sarayina, "Please go back. Please go back right now. Possessing the Divine Son's body really places too great a burden on her."
Sarayina looked at Sains and extended a hand.
An invisible force immediately restrained Sains. His feet left the ground, and he hung in midair. Streaks of yellow light streamed from his body, only to dissipate before they could take shape.