Shadow of the Evil God

, meaning we don't have a deep connection, neither hatred nor love, nothing at all. All we have are fragmented fragments, like meaningless dreams that should be forgotten once we wake up. Anyway, if you have any questions from now on, let Milava ask me. After all, she is my student. You just go on to be your queen."

"you......!"

"If you start to panic, call your ancestors out to confront me." Cesar shook his head and said, "There are some things that she is more suitable to say than you."

"No," Alanti also shook her head and said, "There's no reason why I can't handle you." She leaned forward, straightened her back, and clenched her fists on her thighs.

There's no doubt this person possesses a dangerous aura, a mixture of naiveté and cruelty. To put it bluntly, she's inherently evil. In peacetime, she'd be a demon, ready to murder her family and slaughter her entire village. Initially, she'd get along well with her family and fellow villagers, but then, one day, a subtle urge would strike, and she'd slaughter everyone around her like a disaster, then move on to another place and continue her life as if nothing had happened.

That is to say, in the war era when Mirava lived, human life was worth less than paper. In addition, Alanti was born in a school of magic and had an ancestor who taught her acting, so she was able to act all the way to the position of queen.

If Cesar had to make a judgment, he would admit that this guy who was born a devil really loved her sister Ferrieres, her emperor Milava and even him, Cesar, and she was indeed making up for the mistakes she thought she had made in her own way.

However, her love cannot be judged by common sense, and her compensation cannot be judged by common sense either. This is precisely the most dangerous part.

Arlante was undoubtedly evil, but seeing the veneration she received from the many knights and ministers of the Frantic Empire, Cesar realized she was capable of both good and evil. Whether she would do good or evil depended on who was influencing her actions. Unfortunately, the one behind Arlante's influence was the deceitful prophet, even more unpredictable and difficult to discern between good and evil.

"Let's get back to your story first," she said. "Milava told you that I held you in my hands like a doll and fiddled with you at will. Only after I broke you did I realize you were beyond saving. Is that right?"

"He didn't say it that extreme," Cesar said.

Arlandi shook her head. "That's exactly what he meant!" she declared. "But strictly speaking, I only ask that I be able to see you with my third vision all the time. My third vision can see very far, so you can even stand with me at the farthest ends of the battlefield. Other than that, I don't have many requirements for you. After I became queen, I didn't bother you like I did when we were little. I just sometimes called you over to ask you a few questions, to see what you've been doing recently, to ask you what happened recently." She said, "Did you hear that clearly? Or do you need to ask Mirava to come over and repeat it to you?"

"Go on."

"Kiss me first."

Cesar stared at her for a long moment, blinked, then grabbed her waist and, taking advantage of her gentle slump, slapped her butt, which was only covered by her pants. The crisp sound spread through the memories of the Scarlet Realm. She opened her eyes wide, pursed her lips, and took a long breath. She held his arm tightly for a long moment, then slowly exhaled.

"What do you mean?" She turned around.

"Nothing, I'm just a little annoyed by your excuses."

"Didn't you say you didn't hate me?" Alanti stared at him, then glared at Ajeh. "And you, little bitch, do you think I can't see you giggling in the background if you don't say anything? If I hadn't explored the Tomb of the Wise beforehand and left you to Firiels, you would have been turned into a pot of dog stew in Milava's army!"

Cesar patted Ajeh's head, then held the Queen to his chest and rubbed her swollen buttocks. As he rubbed her like this, she gradually began to breathe slightly, and soon she had raised her buttocks and rubbed them in his palm.

"Anyway," she rested her chin on the back of his left hand, looking up at him, "I've been queen for decades. Although there was some acting involved, I also learned how to deal with power and subordinates. Later, I gained the respect of almost everyone. It was easy, not difficult at all. As for you, I almost let you do anything. It was you who wanted to pay attention to Ferrieres and gave Sevra the opportunity to cause trouble for you. Could I interfere? Or why should I interfere? If I interfered, you would accuse me of meddling."

"That's true," Cesar said, "but I'll still listen to Milava's opinion later."

"Alas." Alanti tilted her face, resting the entire right side of her face on his left hand. "You guys don't take responsibility for your own actions, and you blame me for letting them go. If I intervene, you'll blame me too. It's really a headache. Anyway, I don't know what you're thinking of in seeking death. At first, when Sevra hadn't advanced far on the Path, she could sit by a campfire with you, chat casually, and share some meat. Later, as you advanced deeper into the Path, her desires manifested themselves in you. Unable to satisfy her, she naturally sought you out."

"Since when?"

"Why don't you mention the heroine when you talk?"

Cesar slapped her on the butt again, and while her eyes were wide open, he bit her soft ear and whispered something. "What does it mean that desire manifests in me, mistress?"

Seeing Arlandi's ears flush, he reached out to part her lips, inserting his index finger and pinching her tongue. She was already a little fascinated, and now she opened her soft little mouth, took his finger in her mouth, and began to suck, making a rustling sound of saliva. He squeezed her round buttocks with his left hand, and then pushed his right index and middle finger into her mouth, reaching her throat and teasing it several times, making her cough a few times, before withdrawing it along the soft surface of her tongue.

Seeing her pink tongue extended along with his fingers, carrying a large amount of saliva, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'll just think of it as me making up for what we experienced in the castle when we were little." Allandi said, "Congratulations on doing another remarkable thing. You're obviously my knight, but you spanked the Empress of the Empire. Once I've made up for this, if you dare to do it again, you'll..."

Cesar slapped her soft bottom lightly, and because of the different pressures, she let out a soft, sweet moan, which was extremely seductive and intoxicating. "As a knight who has experienced life and death, I feel I have the right to spank Her Majesty the Queen in her boudoir," he said. "His Majesty the Emperor would agree. Not only would he agree, he would even give me a whip to whip her with instead of hitting her with my hands."

She shook her head gently as she grasped his hand, trying to push away his hand kneading her buttocks, but she couldn't. It was more like a caress. "Alright, we can... discuss this later, my knight. For now, I forgive you in the name of the Queen," Alante said, swallowing. "In short, it was Sevra who advanced on the Path without any curse manifesting, so the school allowed her to drift further and further. On your side, you did nothing, yet passively continued on the Path, and the longing that enveloped you grew ever more intense, all inflicted by Sevra."

"A ridiculous, unprovoked disaster," Cesar commented.

"Don't think this is funny," she said softly. "Well, I did think it was funny at the time. I was even thinking of finding some unlucky maids to see if you would tear them apart while having sex and leave their bodies everywhere. But the ancestors said it wasn't funny, so I, um, used magic to strip you of your desire every once in a while. And so, you two spent more than two years in peace, and there were even signs of you hanging out together. Except for me, no one knew why the two of you had become so close for no reason, and it made Ferriers a little upset, as if her little pet had been kidnapped."

"And then..."

"Oh!" Arlandi said excitedly. "That was really interesting, you know? That day, you were in your usual mood and wanted to find another self to chat. You thought no one in the world understood you better than her, after all, she and you were the same person. But you didn't notice that she had undergone some subtle, imperceptible changes. Her eyes had seeped blood red, and her breath was filled with longing. She didn't have any longing at first, but she had been with you all that time, and gradually, a little longing was tainted on her huge emptiness."

"You..."

She nodded. "I felt like something interesting was going to happen, and I thought, I have to see what fun things will happen between you two."

Chapter 446 I took action immediately

"Is this funny?" Cesar asked her with a frown.

"Why not?" Alanti frowned slightly. "You have no idea how irritated I am. It's clearly the same person, yet you two are both trying to hide the truth. Every time you get to the crucial point, you stop abruptly and fall into silence. Soon after, you go your separate ways, and then the next time it's the same conversation again."

Cesar slapped her on the butt and heard her moan. "I'm not here to listen to your complaints."

"Well," Arlandi traced his chest twice with her index finger. "Anyway, you two have been living like this for over two years, peacefully. I'm almost bored to death by it. Even during the war, you and she spent the whole day doing nothing but listlessly poking at the campfire with sticks or wandering around aimlessly. Sometimes you'd talk about recent events, but in the middle of the conversation, you'd always stop at the crucial point."

"You are already the queen, why can't you focus all your attention on Milava?" Cesar asked her.

"Of course, it's because you're worthy of attention," said Alanti, then added, "Actually, when I was playing with you in the castle, I didn't think you were that interesting. I just wanted to play with the promise of fate in my own hands for a while."

"That's a bit cruel," Cesar said.

"But after I became queen," she said, "I discovered you had a new charm. Well, you weren't particularly attractive, looking too wild among the Fran men, and it was impossible for you to dress up as a woman like Milava. In the castle, you were gloomy, brooding, and boring. I didn't know what was the point of continuing to tangle with you. Then, when Milava came, I killed you and stuffed you into a doll. Perhaps I didn't throw you away because I wanted to see why fate had promised me such a boring thing as you."

"You might as well let me go," said Cesar.

Arlandi hugged his neck and put her lips to his ear. "But after I took you out of the doll, I felt that your temperament became much more lively, and you even had a wonderful sense of humor when you spoke. This gave me some clues," she said.

"Isn't this because you haven't tortured me day and night? Who wouldn't be gloomy and depressed living in your shadow?"

Arlandi spread her hands, seemingly unconcerned, and then sank down on his chest again. "So, I've been observing you and your other self for over two years. Although you two hang out together all day and flirt sometimes, nothing's progressed. Sometimes I suspect I've caused you some kind of trauma, making you no longer want to have fun with others. But then I think, since you're on the path anyway, it won't be long before you'll have to."

"So what exactly happened?"

"Be patient," she said. "At the time, Ferrieres was very surprised by what happened to Sephora, but she just sulked in the tent, either glaring at me with dark circles under her eyes or cursing me in a dark corner, as if she thought I was trying to steal her doll. During that time, I didn't pay much attention to it. Halfway through, Sephora's curse flared up, and Ferrieres hurriedly sent her to the academy for rescue, so I let the matter go. But after the academy sent Sephora back—I realized that things had changed."

This guy Ferriers is as easy to understand as ever.

"You said the Yesterlen School..." Cesar looked into Allandi's eyes with interest, his expression calm, "Did they also add fuel to the fire?"

Arlandi nodded and smiled. "Indeed, the school discovered that Sephora's curse was still under control, so they prepared further sacrifices for her, allowing her to go even further. After she came back, I noticed something was wrong with her, and I knew my boring observation log had finally reached a turning point. I also gave you further leeway, allowing you to leave my camp at night and meet with Sephora privately. I even allowed you to watch your beloved little mistress, Ferrieres, from outside the tent for a while."

"That was when I first came into contact with Ferriers?"

"I guess so," she said. "From that day on, your time with Sevra became more interesting. Her conversations weren't so empty anymore. Sometimes she'd throw out some hurtful words that would have upset anyone, but you never cared. You were always laughing, and you always had a clever remark to silence her. I thought your conversations were fascinating, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Do you know why?"

"I have no memory of what happened, and it's hard to tell from just the retelling. But I think Sephora might have been warning me."

"I see. A warning," Alante nodded. "So, she was aware of her own thoughts at the time. Desire manifests in many ways. Some, like you, are sexual, while others are more brutal. That's really interesting. Why didn't you realize she wanted to kill you? Was it because you were too stupid? But you are clearly very intelligent."

"Many times I don't care about the dangers of life and death," Cesar said. "It's just that I survived by accident in the end. I didn't survive just to survive."

Arlandi looked at him for a while, stroking his jaw with her slender fingers, and after a while, she stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck.

"Can you take out your heart so I can see if you are lying, dear? If you take out your heart and let me see it, I will take out mine and let you know that I am not lying when I say I love you." she asked.

"Why now?" He frowned. "Why this?"

"Because I don't care whether you love me or not." She smiled and bit his lips affectionately with her soft lips. "But I care very much whether you are interesting or not. I love you so much now, I feel like my heart is about to beat out. Love is such a simple and pure thing, does it need many reasons?"

"I need a lot of reasons." Cesar shook his head and said, "What happened next?"

"Later," Alanti bit his ear again and breathed softly at him, "Sevra came over like this, whispered in your ear, and told you that she had a secret desire, but no matter how many people she killed on the battlefield, it could not be satisfied, just like she was just tearing open a paper figurine. However, you were injured on the battlefield during the day and had not yet healed. When you removed the bandage just now, she suddenly felt different."

Cesar's fingers twitched slightly as he gripped her shoulders and grazed her fair, soft neck with his teeth. "What happened next?"

"Later, you began to comfort her, saying you understood she wasn't like that, that these were curses, external emotions, not her own pathological emotions. Of course, this was true. After all, she was you, and you were her. Of course, you understood that you didn't have such pathological desires back then. After that, you patiently talked to her for a long time, trying to teach her how to control herself and how to use her rationality to fight her pathological desires. You also told her that you would wait until you were healed before coming back, so that she would feel more normal."

"And then the accident happened?" Cesar asked her.

"Accident?" Alanti tilted her head and blinked at him. "Is it an accident? I don't think so. At that time, I felt that something interesting was about to happen, but you seemed to be trying your best to restrain and avoid it. I felt that the show I had been looking forward to for a long time was slipping away from me. Once I missed it, I would never see it again unless I took action immediately."

"No, you what immediately?"

"I took immediate action, my dear," Arlandi said, pressing her lips against his. "Although I became increasingly permissive with you, allowing you to go out on your own to meet with Sevra, after the initial conversation, you became boring again, like you had provoked my emotions but didn't stay with me. I watched in disbelief for several nights, she asking questions by the campfire and you answering them here, with no further developments. I asked the ancestor what you were talking about, and she said you were talking about philosophy. I was going crazy."

"Your origins are also the Kuna people..."

"So what if I'm from the Kuna?" she asked. "I'm different from them all, different from the Franks, different from the Kuna, no one is like me! Anyway, I met with Firiels a few times. Sevra was there too, and I told my dear sister about Milava and me."

"It's really painful to listen to you pour out your heart," said Cesar.

Arlandi smiled, and the kiss deepened. A delicate tongue gently lifted his rough one. "Listen, my dear, people think that Milava is deeply in love with the Holy Father, and that no one else can compare to Solaire, so no one can ever win his love. But I say, that's because they have too low self-esteem. Why compare with others in the sense of sainthood? I just take the initiative and do what I want myself. That's my style. And after I did that, I got what I wanted. Milava, who admired the Holy Father so much, also let go of the pain of the past. What a wonderful result!"

"Judging from the current results, this is not a very good thing."

"As long as the process is wonderful," she said. "I don't know how much my words inspired Sevra, but she was indeed a little stunned. I said that there are some things that you don't have to resist. You must do it once to know what it will bring. Maybe Milava has been waiting for someone to take this step and let him untie the knot? Who will believe it until I actually do it?"

"Milavar is listening in this body right now," Cesar said.

"Just listen to it. Can he deny it? Of course he can't!" said Alanti. "Now it seems that this person doesn't even need to be a woman. An older man will do. What a loveless little fellow. When he meets a woman he admires, he becomes a man, and when he meets a man he admires, he becomes a woman. How amazing! I think he's even more interesting now than he was then."

Cesar said nothing.

"Then," continued Alanti, "I took the initiative to go to the fiercest part of the battlefield and asked you, Cesar, my dear knight, to protect me. It was a great battle, and you were wounded."

"I can roughly guess your next plan."

"It's an easy guess, isn't it? I called Firiels over and asked her to help me deal with the aftereffects of overusing spells out of sisterhood. So, Sephora stayed in the tent with you. When I saw you covered in wounds and smelled your blood, I knew it was the right thing to do."

Cesar twisted her flushed buttocks, and she groaned in pain, then hugged him tighter.

"Want to vent your anger? Sure, but you have to call me Mistress, my dear. You have to call me the beloved Mistress while spanking my butt until it turns red, telling me about your unwillingness and fury as a slave, and venting your twisted desires for the Mistress as a slave. I heard that in your time, slaves had already begun to rebel against their masters, is that true? Not only do the nobles want to overthrow the king, you also want to go further..."

"There's no need to discuss this in the Tomb of the Wise, my lady," said Cesar.

"Alright, let's save the more interesting stuff for later." She spread her hands, appearing unconcerned. "Anyway, as I expected, Sevra initially bandaged you, enduring the curse of the Path. But once the scent of your blood filled the tent, her fingers began to twitch uncontrollably. Then, she accidentally touched your wound, causing you to bleed excessively. That's when she became disoriented."

Cesar bit her lip and felt a trace of sweet poisonous blood seeping into his lips.

She licked her wound. "Not bad, dear," said Alanti. "Next time I can let you bite a more interesting place. Go on top of me and bite me like a puppy thirsty for blood, but don't forget to call me Mistress."

"Let's get down to business, mistress."

"At the time, I thought things were going smoothly enough that I could do without them. I was just about to relax and admire the situation when I noticed someone else approaching. Yes, no matter what, Sevra is a very charming swordsman. Not only does she have a universal appeal like Miraval, but she also moves freely on the battlefield like a deadly ghost, and many admire her. Now, seeing her staying in the wounded tent and making sounds of pain, someone will come to her for help."

"continue."

"I can't stand having this process interrupted," Arranti said. "I don't want those mundane people to mess with my repertoire, no matter what—I know exactly what I'm going to do. I always know what I'm doing."

"Bring death..."

"Yes, at that time, a group of beastman assassins were rushing towards the battlefield with the support of an unknown shaman's spell, or rather, they were using a teleportation spell. It was a guy wearing a tree crown mask. My ancestors knew it and said that it was once a Kuna priest, but later betrayed him. Because of this, I am very, very familiar with its spells."

"This shaman also appeared in my time." Cesar frowned and said, "Let's not worry about this for now. What next?"

"I used my third vision to find traces of the teleportation spell and modified some details, so the beastmen were teleported to that area. It was a truly magnificent bloodbath. You and Sevra sat in silence in the tent, listening to the chaotic screams and roars outside. I deliberately chose a place some distance away from your tent and asked Ferris to concentrate on repairing the damage for me. So it was really just the two of you in that place."

Arlandi licked her injured lips and said, "There's more and more blood, more and more corpses, and the smell of death filled the camp. She wanted to help you up and take you away, but because of your torn wounds, more blood stained her body. The blood fell from your forehead, slid down her cheek, and passed through the corners of her mouth, and seeped into her without her noticing. Her pupils turned blood red at that time. Do you know how excited this is? Only you can make up for what she lost."

Cesar's mouth twitched. "I can tell you're happy, mistress, but the person who hears you say this won't be happy."

Chapter 447: Ferriers will raise you

She narrowed her eyes. "You're such a jokester, dear. Could anyone be happier about this sort of thing, on the path you're on?"

"It's just a part of my soul and my desire, not everything. There are more important things than this," Cesar explained.

"The other you doesn't think so," said Alanti. "She was laughing happily. In your words, she was laughing wickedly. She held you in her arms and used the sharp dagger to slice open your chest bit by bit until she could reach out and hold your heart, feeling the sound of your heartbeat. Finally, she pressed her blood-stained fingers to her lips, her expression utterly dazed. When she raised her head, it looked as if it were stained red."

"You don't have to be so detailed," Cesar said.

She tilted her head, studying his expression. "No, I mean, I saw her smiling, filled with joy," she said. "Yes, that's right. It could be said she was overflowing with pure happiness. I only had one glimpse, and I felt like I'd remember this for the rest of my life. And not just me, but those who might inherit our ancestors' memories, even if they only had one glimpse, would remember this forever, just like I do."

Cesar said nothing, but his gaze expressed his suspicion. It's because you're so evil that you look at others this way.

"How could that be?" she said. "That's the only thing I didn't lie about. I think the reason why my memory is so vivid is that I've never seen such a gentle and pure smile. I didn't even believe such joy existed in the world."

"Let the past be the past," Cesar simply said.

"She's already caught up with you in your residual memories, and you're still saying let it go? You'll have to face her sooner or later, dear. We've been through so many years, you should figure out why she appeared in the Tomb of the Wise."

"I have a less crazy Sevra with me. She'll take care of it."

"Oh, yes, to resolve this matter. Well, then. You can hold on to this feeling of unease and hope that she can resolve this matter for you. But I tend to believe that not only can she not resolve it, but she will also be assimilated by her forgotten memories. The matter between you two is far from over."

"I've learned a lot about what happened back then, and I've gotten deeper into the path," Cesar said. "I'm still trying to control myself, and I don't think she can do it."

"No, you are a little different from her," said Alanti.

"What's the difference?"

Alanti turned and pointed at the blood-red shadow in the Crimson Realm. "See? This thing is you, and only you, not Sevra, or a combination of you and her," she said. "Clearly, because the curse of the Path has accumulated more heavily on you, Sevra hadn't reached the final step. When Ferris and I walked you through that door, Sevra was still outside, waiting for the next two years, but she didn't make it."

"You mean, I'm the one who came back from the door?" Cesar asked.

"Oh, indeed. Are you sure you want to keep listening? I stopped paying much attention to what happened after that, after I saw Sevra kill you for the first time. The first time something happens is always the most interesting, but it gets boring again after that. Later, the ancestor was watching you two, and I guess she deduced a lot of what happened later. Although she's a liar, she didn't need to lie about this part of her memory."

"then you......"

As Allandi spoke, she narrowed her eyes, lost in thought. In an instant, her pupils turned bright red, and then the Trickster Prophet appeared, smiling.

"Send you to the door, but keep Sevra here, that's what I want, dear," she said.