Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"Kal'tsit, where are you?"

Suddenly, a distant call made Kal'tsit's tightly furrowed brows relax.

Wayne, the one who can suppress evil spirits in the Empire of Consciousness, the holder of the [Royal Power], and a well-deserved master of the spiritual realm, might he be able to?

Chapter 83 She cares about me!

"Ah... Kal'tsit, I think you could think of another way. Let me do it, okay?"

Wayne looked at Fiona, who was blinking her big eyes and seemed unaware of what was happening, and said to Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit nodded with a serious expression:

“I know you can do it, Your Highness Wayne.”

"Can I? Do you know that? How come I didn't know that?"

Wien was genuinely stumped by Kal'tsit's theoretical explanation.

According to Kal'tsit, Vayne should be a master in the spiritual realm, the monarch of the Empire of Consciousness, and a prophet in the realm of the soul. Just as Kal'tsit is omniscient on this land, Vayne, as her kind, having chosen a different path than her—one of them who chose reality—and embarked on a different path of studying thought, should naturally have also reached a level of omniscience in the realm of thought.

In that case, Kal'tsit believed that severing the connection between the Steel Dragon and Fiona should be a piece of cake for Vayne. After all, Vayne could even develop Originium Arts like [Imperial Authority], so what difficulty could there be in simply silencing Fiona and preventing her from casting spells?

But Wayne said, "No, no, you really overestimate me."

While Wayne's mental strength is indeed strong, in reality, he has almost no other means of using it besides releasing Originium Arts, a method that is almost ingrained in his bones.

Oh, and you can also play video games, the kind you can play all day long without a break...

What kind of amazing ability is this?!

Aside from the two methods mentioned above, Wayne's understanding of mental power was limited to: I am very strong; even the most fearsome demons like the Thousand-Eyed, the Hundred-Legged, and the Three-Headed are nothing compared to me. His passive defense was like an ocean; any invader on the Terra land was nothing more than a tiny droplet compared to his dimensional-lowering attack, and no one could touch him in the slightest.

His ability to unleash such domineering [Heavenly Mandate] and subdue the demon wasn't due to some profound soul research or incredible mental magic, as Kal'tsit might have imagined. He didn't employ many techniques; he simply overwhelmed the demon with sheer force.

To give a more vivid analogy:

Kal'tsit's vision of Wayne: The evil spirit of Victoria, the savior of Kazdel, the consort of the Demon King, a master tactician with flawless strategies, and an unpredictable idealist. She always plans in the smallest details and sets ambushes in the most insignificant places, making the most of every operator and every piece. Relying on layers of interconnected traps, she drags the enemy into an abyss of no return, bringing exhilarating victories to her allies!

The real Wayne: Surtr, let's go.

To be honest, if Wayne were to deliberately practice and develop his mental abilities repeatedly, he might actually reach the level Kal'tsit mentioned. But as things stand, Wayne simply doesn't have the ability to complete the mental surgery that Kal'tsit described as having "not a high degree of difficulty."

After all, given the mystique of the Consciousness Empire, even Kal'tsit wasn't fully aware of it. Her hints to Wayne were essentially like a client yelling, "You have to do this first, then this, and finally that, and then you'll save the right one!" This left Wayne with only a "subway, old man, cell phone" expression on his face.

"You're not unwilling to save them, it's just that it's truly impossible?"

After confirming several times, Kal'tsit finally frowned and asked the question in disbelief.

Wayne nodded helplessly:

"It's not that I can't, it's that I won't. Let me be frank with you, Kal'tsit, my spiritual power is an ocean, and Fiona's spiritual power is a lake. You want me to interfere with her soul, to sever the connection between Originium Arts and her soul, which is like pouring my ocean into a lake. Even if I could control it, could Fiona withstand it?"

This isn't something that can be solved by simply saying, "The word is too big, you can just bear with it." The last person who said that is almost in jail.

"But we have no other choice but you..."

Kal'tsit gently stroked Fiona's head. The Vayvans were a resolute race, and legend had it that their tears were as precious as Medusa's tears. At this moment, although Fiona could not understand the conversation between Vayne and Kal'tsit, she was somewhat aware that the focus of their conversation was on her.

She buried her face in Kal'tsit's suit, repeatedly murmuring the names of Hammer and her brothers, but neither Hammer nor her brothers responded. Fiona and they were now either separated by death or gone forever.

As a doctor, Kal'tsit didn't want to blame anyone at this moment. Miss Hamer might have been too weak at times, which led Fiona to ultimately choose the desperate measure of running away from home. But if it weren't for her meticulous care of Fiona over the past year, the little girl might have already died on that cold, rainy night a year ago after the Loken water tank accident. She wouldn't be able to smile, wouldn't be able to find happiness, and certainly wouldn't have had the opportunity to appear before Wayne as one of the witnesses to expose Loken Williams.

The brothers may indeed have been irresponsible, driven by their thirst for revenge, making the decision to sacrifice Fiona in a desperate attempt to kill Loken Williams. But unnoticed by anyone, they were the ones who fueled the Originium Arts. Fiona, as a failed experiment, never truly possessed a strong enough dominant personality; at times, the brothers could even forcibly seize control of her body and communicate with the outside world. But ultimately, control was returned to Fiona. They could have easily destroyed Fiona's soul long ago, using it as a consumable. But they didn't. They were like ants on the African savanna encountering a fire, enveloping Fiona's soul within, using their own souls as a barrier to be consumed, maintaining the little girl's personality and life.

They simply had their own goals. Himer wanted to live a peaceful life with Fiona in a peaceful Columbia. The brothers simply wanted justice for their fallen brethren and for the many more suffering children, to avenge their enemies. They were all innocent, and Kal'tsit wouldn't blame any of them.

Now that Loken Williams is dead, the most direct perpetrator of the crime has been executed. As a doctor, Kal'tsit cannot bear to watch an innocent child die without knowing what's going on.

Even if Fiona might lose her senses and collapse to the ground the next second due to "burning out," at least for this moment, Kal'tsit was still constantly thinking of a solution.

Is there any way to assemble a complete set of surgical instruments and a sterile environment in such a short time?

Is there any way to make Fiona withstand Vayne's immense mental power?

Suddenly, a screech interrupted Kal'tsit's thoughts.

mon3tr: "(A haughty roar!)"

Is the mon3tr refactoring complete?

That's right. It was just a cracked gauntlet, not a serious injury. Although Kal'tsit ordered the detonation of the Undying Reconstruction, mon3tr did not fall into a period of decline as a result. It didn't even release [Command: Meltdown], and mon3tr didn't feel too tired.

"mon3tr, be quiet, come back!"

Interrupted from his thoughts, Kal'tsit gave the order. Mon3tr, who still wanted to fight the steel dragon who had no sense of martial ethics and launched a sneak attack for another three hundred rounds, could only let out a reluctant cry upon hearing this, and then shrank back behind Kal'tsit.

Thanks to Towyn's Alien story, Kal'tsit came up with the idea of ​​tucking the Mon3Tr into her back for easy carrying, which would also give the enemy a big scare on the battlefield. After all, who would have thought that a ferocious and terrifying Originium behemoth would use a small film as a container?

.....container?

Kal'tsit suddenly came up with a solution.

Mon3tr, twice the size of Kal'tsit, could still shrink into Kal'tsit's body as a "container." Since Vayne's mental strength is many times greater than Fiona's, and Vayne can't get in, why not just let Fiona get in instead?

The requirement is simply to sever the link. Letting Wayne enter Fiona's consciousness empire and severing the link with mental power is like using pliers to cut a wire and stop a signal. But letting Fiona enter Wayne's consciousness empire is like placing her directly into a radio silence zone—different methods, but the same effect!

Kal'tsit showed a look of surprise, but only for a moment before she withdrew it.

She can't do that.

She was concerned for Wayne's safety.

Chapter 84 Kal'tsit, do it, right here, right now.

Kal'tsit still vividly remembers the consequences of Vayne's last act of storing a demon within his consciousness.

Wayne fell into a deep sleep (though it was merely because he couldn't find a way to escape the Empire of Consciousness), and Vina flew into a rage, nearly costing Ernest and Winster, who were present, their jobs. Theresa also fell into despair as a result.

Unbeknownst to them, Wayne had become an indispensable pillar of their Victoria-Kazdale alliance. Without him, the proud Victorian nobles would not have accepted Theresa, and the paranoid Theresis would not have restrained his ambitions and abandoned his idea of ​​starting a civil war. This fragile alliance would have been impossible to exist.

Kal'tsit's rationality told her that she couldn't let Wayne take such a risk again, and even her emotions were resisting her telling Wayne about the solution.

This was such a rare occurrence that Kal'tsit herself didn't even notice her fear that something might happen to Wayne, categorizing her worry as a matter of rational thought.

However, Kal'tsit's silence didn't mean Wayne hadn't seen anything. He had clearly just witnessed Kal'tsit opening her mouth to speak, only to see her close her lips again. He asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Kal'tsit, what are you trying to say? Have you thought of a solution?"

Kal'tsit didn't meet Wayne's questioning gaze, but turned her face away, remaining silent for a moment before answering:

"No... I'm sorry...."

"It's normal not to have a solution. Nobody expects you to be omnipotent. There's no need to apologize for this."

Seeing Kal'tsit's somber expression, Wayne didn't ask any more questions. He simply patted her shoulder and offered words of comfort.

There aren't many occasions that would elicit such an expression from Kal'tsit; she must be feeling very upset right now.

When faced with someone's death, the saddest people, besides her relatives and friends, are perhaps the doctors who have tried their best and racked their brains but ultimately failed.

However, Wayne had always been someone who loved creating surprises and miracles. Standing behind Kal'tsit, he lowered his head slightly and whispered in her furry ear:

"Since you haven't come up with a solution, why don't you listen to my suggestion?"

A sudden breath hit her sensitive ears, and Felin's body reacted violently. Kal'tsit trembled, her face turned red, and she jumped up, bumping her forehead into Wayne's chin.

A few seconds later, two figures appeared on the ground: one was Felin, and the other was Aslan. One was clutching the top of his head, and the other was holding his chin.

"Your Highness Wayne!"

Kal'tsit rubbed her forehead, which was probably about to get a bump, as she slowly stood up, saying with a mixture of embarrassment and anger,

"You've done this bad habit several times already. Please don't whisper so close to ladies, especially Ms. Felin! I can let it go, but other Felins might not have the same self-control as me, and they might just grab you with their claws!"

Wayne covered his chin and nodded, on the verge of tears.

I was just trying to surprise you, wasn't I? Last time I said something like that, you only flinched, but this time you almost knocked my teeth out. Seriously, Kal'tsit, is your reaction even considered mild? Can any other little claws scratching your chest have the same destructive power as yours?

Facing Kal'tsit's death stare, Wayne suddenly realized that there really was such a race, I think it was called "Moose". Whenever they couldn't control their emotions, their hands would mutate, and those steel claws, if they scratched Wayne, might actually tear his skin apart.

Oh no! I thought Felins were the gentlest and cutest race in the world, but the Felins I've encountered are either German orthopedic types like Vina or ancient monsters like Kal'tsit? I refuse to accept this, I want a refund!

......

Forget it, I won't return the goods. I suggest sending me two more pairs; I can bear this hardship alone. I, Wayne, am quite popular with older women (referring to Theresa and Kal'tsit).

"Ahem, getting back to the point, I have a plan."

Wayne grimaced (in pain) and said:

"While I can't get inside Fiona, I can let Fiona get inside me... cough cough... that doesn't sound quite right, but you should understand what I mean, Kal'tsit, what do you think..."

"no!"

Kal'tsit's reply came a few minutes faster than Wayne had expected, and the answer was completely opposite to what Wayne had thought.

Wayne assumed that after hearing the suggestion, Kal'tsit would carefully consider the feasibility of the plan in her mind, then draw parallels to Wayne's previous experience fighting the demon alone, and finally, after repeatedly deliberating and admonishing Wayne, agree to his suggestion, adding, "I will protect your safety outside and wait for you to come back." Judging from Kal'tsit's personality, this statement showed an off-the-charts level of girlfriend-like protectiveness.

But unexpectedly, Kal'tsit refused outright.

"Why?" Wayne asked, puzzled. "Is the plan not feasible?"

This was the only possibility he could think of. Kal'tsit probably thought of this solution before him and had already rejected it with a series of formulas he had never heard of and a whole host of reasons he knew nothing about?

"It's feasible... but it's also not feasible."

Kal'tsit looked at Wayne, her brows furrowed slightly. Her usually tense face seemed to have forgotten how to make a face that matched her current emotions. At this moment, she could only express her worry through this expression that looked like dissatisfaction.

This method is theoretically feasible.

Even demons cannot corrupt Vayne's will. Fiona, a mere mortal, even if some fragments of her brothers still remain in her soul, would most likely pose no threat to Vayne.

This probability is almost 99.99%, a probability that Kal'tsit would be willing to gamble on under normal circumstances, given the significant stake of her life.

But now, Kal'tsit dares not place Wayne's life on the other side of the scale, on the 0.01 percent of the other side.

Vina isn't mature enough yet and needs Wayne's help. Victoria isn't stable enough and needs Wayne to maintain things. Theresa isn't strong enough and needs Wayne's assistance...

She wasn't warm enough, and she didn't want to lose her only kindred spirit in thousands of years again, and to experience the feeling of walking this long road alone once more.

Wayne felt that Kal'tsit must have had a thousand reasons for rejecting the plan, but in reality, Kal'tsit had only one reason for rejecting the plan, and that was the sight of the boy Aslan reflected in her blue-green pupils at that moment.

What does "feasible, but not entirely feasible" mean?