I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

“No, it’s nothing.” Duke shook his head. “Let’s move on.”

In any case, now that we've come this far, we should naturally move on.

Moreover, Duke was certain that the images shown by the mirror image were definitely not part of Carol's conspiracy plan—after all, no matter how prescient she was or how much she manipulated time, it was impossible for the "mirror image" that Duke had just obtained through the star map system to be unable to include the images it showed in the plan, right?

probably.

Due to the loss of some memories, Duke's initial affection for Carol wasn't particularly high. Instead, as he learned more about her, his awe and apprehension towards her deepened. Perhaps Talia still held the title of Duke's most hated enemy, but the time witch's intricate schemes had gradually led him to idolize her.

But I'm no worse than her.

Duke pursed his lips.

Come on, Carol, let me see what you have prepared for me.

……

"They've already gone underground. Aren't you going to stop them?"

A mature woman dressed in a light, thin dress knocked on the door of the city lord's office. She fanned her chest with her hand; the thin, off-the-shoulder dress could not conceal her full, snow-white breasts, the deep cleavage seemingly capable of swallowing the eye. A beauty mark below her right eye added a touch of allure to her already mature and beautiful face.

She strode gracefully into the city lord's office in her high heels, her steps as light as a fluttering butterfly. The only person in the office couldn't help but gasp and turn his gaze to her.

If Lady Fei's beauty is an inhuman quality resulting from her "excessive power and status leading to years of isolation from the world," then this woman is an allure that penetrates deep into the mortal realm.

She walked to the desk that should have belonged to the city lord, placed her hands on the tabletop, and adopted a somewhat languid posture. Like a goddess of love descended to earth, her dress could not contain her charm; on the contrary, it seemed to tell the story of the mortal world. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she asked curiously, "Carol doesn't seem to be planning to let them go deep underground so easily, does she?"

The person sitting behind the city lord's desk hesitated for a moment, finally managing to tear their gaze away from her chest, then involuntarily rubbed their eyes—in their heart they might still be marveling at the physique of the person before them, a physique that even a woman couldn't help but glance at, but aloud they answered her question:

"I side with Duke, not Carol...is that so hard to understand?"

“Your premise is wrong, Megan.” The mature woman straightened up and shrugged. “Why do you assume Duke and Carol are adversaries?”

Indeed, the person sitting at the city lord's desk was Megan, who hadn't appeared in a long time. She looked up at the mature woman's face in front of her: "Isn't that right?"

"You seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about Carol."

“I don’t have much affection for Carol. If she hadn’t stopped me, I would have left long ago to join Duke and meet my ‘mother’ for the first time, wouldn’t I?” Megan pursed her lips and gave a cold laugh. “May I ask where I’ve misunderstood you, Lady Tservini… or rather, Lady Prophecy Witch?”

The mature woman, whom Megan called the prophetic witch, waved her hand helplessly, as if she felt that her conversation with Megan was like talking to a brick wall. Although the saint of the Church of the Mute had not been harmed by the "fall" of the Mute, she had developed hostility towards Carol because of it.

But honestly, Carol brought this upon herself entirely. Who goes up to someone and says things like "your mom exploded"? While it's true that the divinity of the mute has completely disintegrated, Megan's theoretical "mother," Ida, is still perfectly fine, isn't she?

“That child is just too focused on saving this floating city; everything else is something she can exploit.” Tservini shrugged, speaking up for Carol, the child she had watched grow up.

But Megan found her persuasion somewhat weak, and instead, Megan retorted with a sarcastic remark: "Then why don't you go and stop Duke and the others?"

Tserene tilted her head helplessly, then rested one hand on the desk and said lazily and elegantly, "Because I can't beat them."

Megan: "..."

Tservini noticed a subtle expression on Megan's face. Megan clearly understood that although the Prophecy Witch was now old, she was once a top-tier legend, on par with Scarlet and the First Generation Space Witch of the Floating City Trident. While she was now too old and less capable to do what she wanted, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse.

Megan is a notorious fraudster; if Cervini can't beat her, then Megan is even less likely to be able to.

“Don’t worry, you’ll become very strong soon.” Tservini gave a heartwarming smile, then shook her head, which made even other women turn their heads, before patting Megan’s shoulder. “Probably today… oh, but after I’m strong you, you’ll be gone for good.”

Megan's body trembled slightly.

You should know that this seemingly silly older woman in front of you is actually a genuine prophetic witch!

What she said wasn't a prediction, it was a spoiler!

Just as Megan was trembling, Zerwini suddenly added:

"Besides, who said I didn't try to stop them?"

Chapter 442 The Officially Designated Riddler

"who are you?"

Duke frowned, reaching out to stop Amber and Cecil who were following behind him. He looked the mature woman up and down; her clothes and her whole being exuded an alluring charm. However, Duke did not succumb to this sweet trap—after all, he had seen far too many stunning beauties in his life.

Putting aside the two witch girls beside him, Duke had seen super beauties of the caliber of Scarlet and Date. Although the mature woman in front of him was just as stunning as them, Duke did not feel lost or moved by her.

how to say?

We don't know each other, there's no emotional connection, what's there to be so distracted about? Just because she's pretty? She's not even as pretty as me.

This is probably Duke's most direct feeling.

Duke used to be a sucker for good looks, but in the floating city where there were so many beautiful women, and after his transmigration his own looks became incredibly good, reaching a charm level of 25, his perception of beautiful faces gradually weakened. After all, the witches in the floating city were all so beautiful that he would get tired of seeing them.

Just as Duke was rudely questioning the identity of the woman blocking their way, Cecil and Amber behind him exclaimed almost in unison, "Lady Tservini!"

Tservini... that name sounds familiar.

Duke recalled for a moment, then his expression changed slightly. Although he had only spent a few months in the floating city, the circles he moved in largely overlapped with those of the floating city's witches. He usually interacted with most of the high-level talents in the floating city. In such a daily life, it was difficult for him not to hear some of the secrets of the floating city's upper echelons.

Not to mention basic information like "the name of the prophesied witch".

Duke immediately dropped his previous aggressive attitude, nodded respectfully to the mature woman in front of him, and then asked cautiously, "Sir, is there something you need from us?"

"I have nothing to do with those two, I have something to do with you."

Tserene smiled slightly, extended a finger, first pointing to Amber and Cecil, and finally pointing to Duke.

But upon hearing her words, Amber and Cecil did not back down. Instead, they subconsciously took a step forward and stood to Duke's left and right. Amber reached out and grabbed Cecil's clothes and Duke's spirit at the same time, while Cecil stood silently between Duke and Tziveni.

Seeing this, the prophetic witch chuckled and then said with genuine envy, "You have two very good girlfriends."

“Yes.” Duke first looked at Amber, who had taken his hand, then glanced at Cecil, who was standing in front of him, and sighed softly, remarking that the girls were so wonderful that he wondered if he was worthy of them. However, Duke quickly dismissed these thoughts, narrowing his eyes as he asked, “Lady Tservini, what brings you here?”

"I'm here to stop you from going deeper underground."

"Is the underground a trap?" Duke frowned. "Or is there something underground that I shouldn't have?"

"No, it's just too early. Going deeper underground now will only make things more complicated."

The Prophecy Witch casually uttered riddles. As the oldest riddle teller in the entire floating city, Zelvini's usual job was to tell riddles to the floating city lord, reciting the prophecies she obtained about the future through her "exclusive magic" and legendary destiny, and then telling the riddles to the floating city lord she served.

The Witch of Prophecy's ability has no side effects. There is no such thing as "I can't speak my mind, I can only speak riddles, otherwise I will be backfired by the power." It's just that her ability makes her "say the right thing" too many times. If Zelvini doesn't speak riddles and just says what she thinks, it won't have any effect on her. It will only affect the person she speaks to.

For example, it was because of her casual remark, "That Date from the Heart Society is such a remarkable child," that Date was able to grow rapidly in a short period of time and become the "Apha" who could directly threaten Lady Fei and the rule of the floating city.

Although Tservini repeatedly explained that the "rise of Ida" was not her fault, from then on, Lady Scarlet strictly forbade her to directly state the prophecy's outcome, and she could only give her words in a roundabout, riddle-like manner.

At first she was somewhat reluctant, but later she gradually began to enjoy it and carried on with the riddle-telling behavior to the end. Even after Ms. Scarlet lifted the ban on her, she did not intend to change her speaking style.

From the Scarlet Lady back then to Monica later and even Carol now, they have all been tormented by this spoiler witch with riddles.

And now it's finally Duke's turn.

"What would make things even more chaotic?" Duke frowned, puzzled, and began to analyze the text. After a moment, he asked, "Since we've ruled out Amber and Cecil, it means that going deeper underground would only make things more chaotic for me, not the girls. They could teleport directly underground without any problem... So what's the difference between me and them?"

Is he just a spirit without a body? Is he male? Is he a visitor from another world whose soul has transmigrated here?

Or perhaps... the Star Chart System within him?

Duke quickly came up with some ideas, but he still couldn't imagine what his unique characteristics would cause to become even more chaotic. What could happen in this floating city that was more chaotic than the "Tree of Life Incident"?

"You seem to have realized something, but you're also stumped by some problem." The spoiler witch revealed a teasing expression. She snapped her fingers and said softly, "Think about what happened in the parallel world, the savior of the floating city."

What happened in a parallel world...?

Duke still vividly remembered the events of the parallel world. He quickly skimmed through every detail of each battle and began to ponder what Tservini had said. Just then, Duke's gaze fell upon their current environment:

A passage leading to the depths beneath the floating city.

In a parallel world, they had also ventured deep into the underground passages of another floating city.

The apocalypse that erupted from the alien invasion of that floating city occurred precisely when Duke and his companions ventured deep into this underground passage and were imprisoned in Pandora's Box.

Could it be that the end of the floating city is not a fixed, mandatory event, but rather related to many factors, and whether he goes deep into the underground of the floating city is one of the most important influencing factors?

Duke was amused by this bizarre and imaginative idea. He looked at Tservini with a smile, but saw a half-smile on her face. Duke's heart skipped a beat, and he realized something.

This is the case.

Chapter 443 The Enemy Has Come Knocking

Having grasped the truth from Tservini's riddle, Duke suddenly became hesitant to act rashly. He frowned, recalling the apocalypse he had witnessed in a parallel world. He looked back hesitantly, as if judging whether making the decision to leave now was the right one.

After all, running away is shameful, but it's useful.

At that moment, Zylvini seemed to sense Duke's hesitation, so she unhesitatingly abandoned her riddle-solving persona and delivered the crucial blow that struck at Duke's weak point:

"The body you are looking for is not deep underground, at least not now."

The reasons for giving up halfway were immediately complete. The only thing standing in opposition to these reasonable reasons was Duke's curiosity—now, the only thing driving Duke to continue going deeper underground was the curiosity to see what was in the depths of the earth.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me.” Duke shrugged helplessly, then said to Amber and Cecil beside him, “How about we don’t go down?”

Upon hearing Duke's proposal, Amber let out a small cheer, while Cecil showed a somewhat regretful expression. Clearly, for the usually timid Amber, going with Duke to the unknown depths of the underground was a rather frightening prospect. The usually carefree Guangbao, on the other hand, was somewhat disappointed at not being able to witness the scenes deep underground firsthand. However, none of the girls raised any objections. They didn't grasp the hidden meaning in Zylvini's riddle, but they were sufficient to understand Duke's judgment.

Since Duke felt that they could not go any further, then they definitely could not go any further.

"very good."

Tservini nodded, and at that very moment, a dazzling starlight suddenly shone on the wall of the underground passage. This scene gave Duke and the others an incredibly familiar sense of déjà vu, while the Witch of Prophecy showed a somewhat helpless expression, and then suddenly turned her head to look behind her—at that very moment, an even more dazzling starlight shone behind her, followed by scattered red rose petals falling into the passage, and a short sword piercing her heart.

Then, the Prophecy Witch's body burst open like a punctured balloon. It turned out that the one who had stopped them wasn't her true form, but merely an avatar. Although she was incredibly convincing—neither the sorcerer Duke, the space master Amber, nor the legendary spellcaster Cecil could tell she was just an avatar—she was, after all, just an avatar, and her combat strength and resilience were far inferior to her true form.

If a person is killed, they will die; if a clone is killed, it will explode.

As Tservini's clone exploded, the culprit who killed her revealed his true form amidst the dazzling starlight in the passageway—a blond boy who looked to be only about six years old appeared before Duke and the others, with a rose pinned to his heart and a short sword in his hand that was as beautiful and dangerous as a rose.

His face was so innocent and adorable, but his eyes held a deep malice accumulated over a long history. He looked at Duke and said in a somewhat childish yet chillingly murderous voice, "We meet again, my friend."

"...The Little Prince?"

This little boy is the little prince of this parallel world. After all, the little prince that Duke and the others saw before, who was almost like a god, was actually a little girl... But he is not just the little prince of this parallel world.

It wasn't just because Duke sensed the familiar malice in his eyes—this world's Little Prince hadn't created the home world that attracted countless interdimensional invasions, and naturally wouldn't have been corrupted by years of depletion and numerous interdimensional attacks. Moreover, Duke knew perfectly well that the Little Prince in this world was long gone—he had suffered something far worse than death. If the Little Prince still existed in this world, Carol's most basic mission of sending him to the parallel world wouldn't apply.

Or rather, the Little Prince before us is the result of Duke's journey to a parallel world. Through a time-limited mission in the Star Map system, he brought back the soul and memories of the Little Prince from the parallel world.

At this moment, the Little Prince is a Frankenstein's monster, possessing the body and status of the Little Prince of this world, and the memories, soul, and personality of the Dark Prince from the parallel world—in essence, he is the Little Prince who was killed by Duke with a single sword!

"Yes, it's me."

The Little Prince spoke coldly, raising the rose-shaped dagger in his hand and pointing it at Duke. His chilling killing intent, along with Duke's earlier words "Little Prince," startled the two girls behind Duke.

Cecil, in particular, swiftly positioned herself in front of Duke. Duke was currently only a fragile spirit, and Lightbringer would absolutely not allow anything to happen to him. If the little prince made the slightest move, Cecil would not hesitate to attack him using her legendary destiny.