When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1197 Part of the Truth
He lifted the thin silk blanket, rubbed his eye sockets, and slowly sat up.

Morning light streamed through the windowpane, casting a warm golden patch of light on the foot of the velvet-covered bed, which shone directly onto Horn's exposed socks.

As for the witch-dragon war in his dream, and that terrifying golden flame, they all seemed to be nothing more than his imagination.

It was only because the dream was so real, and the sacred tree seed in his chest was pulsating slightly, that he realized it was real.

That green dragon actually existed since the very beginning of this world's creation!
And he actually witnessed firsthand how this world was created.

And it is obvious that this is not the universe he knows.

He used to have the fantasy that the astral plane was the universe in which Earth was located, but after this experience, he no longer thought that way at all.

Leaving aside the issue of physical laws, this planet—which can barely be called a planet—does not exist based on physical laws at all.

It is highly likely that it is being sustained by dragon language magic and the golden flame that has penetrated the earth's crust.

Not to mention the origins of witches.

Before this, Horn had always thought that the so-called witch was just an unlucky person infected with the magic-loving bacteria.

Now it seems that's not the case!
According to the Golden Flame, the witch can be resurrected and revived, and possesses extremely powerful and magical abilities.

What's even more thought-provoking is, if the witch can be resurrected, has she been resurrected yet?

Considering the historical fact that witches appeared in large numbers during the late El Empire period, it's worth noting that the recorded period for witches was around that time.

This period also coincided with the activities of Lilith and Mysera.

Although it was just a guess, Horn already had a bad feeling.

In order to suppress the witch's resurgence, that golden flame forcibly tore a middle layer between the spirit realm and the star realm, stuffing this small world inside.

This also explains why the Ether Spire can open both the astral plane and the spirit world, allowing evil spirits to enter.

But those elves, by some unknown means, actually managed to come to this world riding on their mother tree.

Horn wasn't sure what they had done, only that the dragons hadn't interfered with the early stages of the elven colonization.

Both sides used the sea as a boundary and lived peacefully by each other.

Later, something happened that led to the appearance of Mysera and Lilith, which led to numerous legends of slaying dragons.

Could it be that Mysera and Lilith are the resurrected witches?
Why didn't the golden flames activate? Was it because they were split into two?

Considering Lilith's actions as described by the Soridor clan, could the sisters' union be the witch's resurrection?

Thinking about it this way, could it be that when Father Byrne burned everything with heavenly fire at the end of the world, he meant that the golden flames and the witch perished together?

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Horn's forehead. He couldn't think about it too much; every thought revealed a bunch of suspicious points.

"Your Majesty?"

A soft voice came from outside the door; it was Petit.

Horn was about to respond when he suddenly stopped, because he heard a lot of breathing sounds.

He propped himself up and leaned against the headboard: "Come in, everyone. There's no need to stand guard outside."

The door was pushed open, and Petit walked in first, carrying a neatly folded morning robe, followed by two doctors and monks.

Once the doctors arrived, they began their examinations without further ado.

Horn knew he needed to reassure them, so he let them inspect the items.

“Your Majesty, last night you…” Petit began, but was interrupted by Horn raising his hand.

"I'm fine." Horn took the dressing robe and slowly put it on. "I slept for so long because of the dragon head ceremony last night, right?"

"Yes, Itulus and the others rushed here overnight, saying that the remnant soul had gone out of control and infiltrated Your Majesty's dream."

A doctor examined you at the time, but apart from not waking you up, you were perfectly healthy.

Jeanne and Carrie, along with the other saints, instructed us to wait outside. Cheka has already inspected the entire Holy See building and found nothing amiss. "Understood. You may all leave. Have the kitchen bring some hot milk and toast. Don't worry about anything else; I want to rest a while longer."

"Your Majesty, is a thorough examination really unnecessary?" Petit was still worried, his voice pleading. "After all... what if..."

“No need.” Horn shook his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone. “That was just transmitting a memory. You can all leave.”

Tell Jeanne, Carrie, and Sylvie to stay; the rest of you, leave.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the crowd had no choice but to comply and leave.

Horn breathed a long sigh of relief the moment the door closed.

Jeanne had just entered, carrying a silver tray with a cup of hot milk and some toast on it.

Carrie and Sylvie followed her up, looking at Horn with concern.

"Don't think too much since you just woke up. Eat something first." Jeanne placed the tray in front of Horn and gently touched his forehead with her fingers. "You're still a little sweaty. Do you want me to wipe it off?"

Horn took the milk, took a sip, and the warm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling much of his fatigue.

He shook his head and looked at the three of them: "The remnant soul from last night did indeed enter my dream, and it even brought with it a piece of ancient memory..."

In front of his three wives, Horn naturally didn't need to pretend; he simply laid out all the information he had received.

As Horn narrated, the once quiet room was filled with the soft scratching of pens on paper.

After recounting his dream, Horn did not stop, but continued to explain his deductions in detail.

Compared to the dream, this reasoning is much more chilling.

"You mean Lilith and Myrcella are both witches?" Carrie couldn't help but interrupt. "Then the Myrcella Cult is a witch cult, and the Secret Order of the Scales actually guessed right?"

“It’s hard to say.” Horn shook his head. “The history from the arrival of the elves to their departure is still a blank. No one knows what happened in between.”

Jeanne's attention was completely focused on something else. She asked in a low voice, "If what you guessed is true, once Lilith completes herself, won't she become that true goddess witch?"

"Yes, those terrifying dragons and those flames are simply beyond our current capabilities."

Horn exhaled a breath of stale air: "That's not quite it. The golden flames clearly hid the entire world within the rift..."

Judging from his statement, he seems to think that as long as he doesn't do anything reckless, he can hold out until the end of the world.

For so long, apart from elves, no other races have been seen to come to this world.

So the world is well hidden, and we don't need to confront those terrifying beings directly yet.

The most pressing issue right now is the immediate crisis; those vampires mustn't disrupt our plans.

"If this gets out, no one will believe it," Jeanne couldn't help but sigh.

Who dares to believe this?

The creators were actually fire and dragons, and the entire world was actually a cage used to imprison witches.

So the true Father is actually a ball of fire?

“So we must keep this a secret.” Horn got out of bed and walked to the window. “I remember this incident was caused by that Libra crown, wasn’t it?”

"Yes."

After a long silence, Horn slowly exhaled: "Immediately retrieve the Libra Crown from the warehouse, refuse to exhibit it outside, and immediately establish a research team."

Furthermore, diplomatic messages were sent to the Kingdoms of Norn and Fran to inquire whether their crowns could be borrowed for study.

He knew that Serfaye's attack on the Holy Throne City to seize the Triple Crown was not without reason!

"Yes, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)