Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

Not to mention whether they can win, even if they win, they will most likely not be able to withstand Fremont's angry expulsion. The situation is different from that of the Witch King. They may have weapons specially made for the Witch King, but facing Fremont... that is a completely different matter.

The Lord of the Lich King's Court and the Sarkaz Court have never been idlers, let alone Fremont who knows everything about the two of them.

After the two queens left Pavillon, Frémont's expression improved a little. He looked at Noah who was relaxing beside him and spoke.

"...Pavilion can't stay here forever. This is the gap between reality and the warp. If you want to do something, you must hurry." Frémont looked at Noa, who bowed her head in silence, and sighed softly. "Herhunzoren, he's probably very happy too. Not only because you are his best disciple, but also because you, like him, have your own will and will never be swayed by others."

"...Back then, did you persuade the teacher?" Noah raised his head and asked, "Before anything happened..."

"Of course, I've tried to persuade him countless times, but... he's Herhunzollon, a complete madman, a madman who dreams of single-handedly overturning the situation." Frémont closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene at that time. "Frémont, what are you afraid of? He asked me this. He said, I could have reached the sky, but because of cowardice, I always lingered outside the door, not taking a single step forward. I claimed to be the gatekeeper of the Temple of Knowledge, but I never even set foot inside. He was right. If I were younger... younger, perhaps I would have followed him down this path until the end."

But time has never left the young man time to regret. For Fremont, Herhunzollon is the rebellious young man who is fearless and ignores all the shackles in the world to seek the ultimate solution and the truth.

"Master, you're not wrong." Noah pondered his words before speaking, "Someone has to put the brakes on a speeding train... I think the teacher thinks the same."

"It's not your turn to comfort me, little one. Do you know why, despite being one of the Ten Courts of the Sarkaz, the Liches have never been involved in war?" Frémont curled his lips in annoyance. "Because we know how to hide. We've concealed ourselves from the very beginning. We are the Sarkaz, the unwelcome Sarkaz. We've spent millennia defining our mission. We hide ourselves—just as the Banshees hide in the valleys, the Liches hide in the mortal realm. But after being in the mortal realm for so long, they naturally have more concerns. They're like kites, seemingly soaring in the wind, but what truly matters is the thread. The Liches are the gatekeepers of the Temple of Knowledge, yet the gatekeepers have never set foot inside. Our mission and our destiny are diametrically opposed—we are both closest to the truth and farthest away."

They hide themselves, not daring to overstep the line, claiming to be the gatekeeper of the temple of knowledge, but they have never stepped into the temple to seek the truth.

The Lich is such a complex and contradictory existence——

They are so thirsty for truth, but are bound by threads, just like their Originium skills. These intricate threads bind one lich after another in the mortal world.

"You've said too much. I will try my best to keep the door open for you. However, your time is limited. Say goodbye to your teacher properly." Fremont raised his finger and opened a circular [portal] in front of him. Before leaving, he looked back at the body of Herhunzollon, who had lost his voice, and then stepped through the [portal]. The portal was not closed. Noah knew that this was the way home left for her.

The Horn of Origin is now disconnected from the real space. Without this door, she would probably find it difficult to return to the real world.

In Casimir, burial was the most popular form of burial. Knights would be buried with their beloved belongings, and their closest relatives or friends would carry the final pile of earth. However, I'm afraid that this is no longer possible.

However, it just so happens that Pavillon is the teacher's palace and should also be his final resting place. Here, accompanied by his research, he must have found it the most satisfying resting place for him.

Noah wanted to do something, but in the end, she could only perform the final ceremony according to etiquette.

The crown transformed from the golden rhythm melody shed golden light, which turned into musical notes, as if playing a dirge. These notes fell on Herhunzollon's remains like raindrops, gradually covering the surface of the remains. The light of magic assimilated and dissolved his body. The king of witchcraft and spells dissipated in the magic, losing the last trace of him in this world, leaving only two broken crowns.

Witchcraft and spells, along with the advent of Originium, are the miraculous power born from Terra's pain and sin.

Although the crown is broken, it does not mean that the spell has been severed. Perhaps it is just the opposite - it is precisely because of how far away from the truth the warlock can maintain his ever-strong curiosity and thirst for truth and continue to move forward.

Perhaps, Herhunzoron did prepare the so-called "truth" for Noah, but whether to accept this "truth" is Noah's own decision.

"Pureseth."

"I'm here."

"I remember, I have one more wish, right?"

"You've already wasted two. One was left for that Miss Chief, who will be taking to the stars someday. You've already given her all the knowledge related to the Star Gate, right?"

"Yes, I believe she will definitely lead people beyond the sea of ​​stars. When that time comes, she will need a coordinate to return."

"The second one, the second one you used to perform Originium techniques deep underwater, without any Originium at all—instilled your memories into your ardent fans, leading Kaiji in a completely new direction. Was it really worth it to you?"

"Of course, it's not worth it."

"Then, the third one..." Precious narrowed his eyes. "Why do you suddenly want to use the third wish? I almost forgot about it. You haven't completed the mission to eliminate Haisi, so I won't give you any more wishes."

"Because, Precious, I am no longer afraid of you."

"……Um?"

Precious tilted her head in confusion, but for her, the fulfillment of a wish was not a bad thing. She was just curious why Noah suddenly changed his mind.

"Tell me what you want."

Precious is an honest and trustworthy person. She may be scheming, but she always keeps her promises.

"I will do anything for you."

"...Prise." Noah closed her eyes, and the memories given to her by the administrators came to her mind at the same time. At this moment, she felt relieved. In fact, it was not a wish. It was just that when Herhunzollon completed his mission and finally dissipated, he also gave Noah almost all of his [legacy], including how to create a body and then - put the soul in it.

In the real space, this is extremely difficult, and it is almost the authority of the creator.

But in the subspace, it's another matter.

Noah stretched out her hand, and golden light took shape in her palm. The light gradually condensed and turned into an object similar to the shape of a seed. Noah held the seed formed by the light in her palm and said to Prises.

"My wish is that you touch this seed, Precious."

"……that's all?"

Precious was still bewildered. She had never imagined Noya would make such a meaningless request. On the one hand, she was just a projection, an imprint even. If she, a cyber-ghost, couldn't access anything in reality without permission, what was the point? Precious racked her brain, but couldn't imagine what Noya was up to. But she had already made a promise, so she could only reluctantly reach out.

"I can still give you another chance, Noah. Change your wish. Your actions are meaningless."

"Whether it's meaningless or not, that's for me to decide." Noah smiled. "Come on, Precious."

"...As you wish." Precious stretched out her hand helplessly. The moment she touched the golden seed, the Originium mark in her eyes suddenly trembled. She suddenly thought of something and subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but it was too late. Noah's golden seed had already extended countless light threads, and actually captured Precious, who was a projection, and even penetrated into her body and went deep into it.

For the first time, Precious felt panic, but when she wanted to use her authority to resist, she found that these silk threads did not hurt her. These rays of light filled her body bit by bit, from internal organs, bones, blood vessels, skin, slowly outlining the shape of a body from nothing. Precious subconsciously stretched out her hand and looked at her palm. It was no longer an illusion... but a real body.

How can it be?

What is this? !

What on earth did Noah do?!

Precious couldn't imagine it, but it had already happened. Noah actually created a new body for Precious - how was this possible?

"What on earth did you...do?"

Precious found that her consciousness was no longer connected to Noa, as if the line was broken... Although she could still sense the existence of the Originium and use her own authority, she was able to regain a body in this world... How did she do that?

"...Priseth, you wanted to occupy my body before, wasn't it because you wanted to gain the right to walk on Terra through a body with the blood of a previous civilization?" Noya smiled. "Now, I can help you do that. This body borrowed my blood and flesh, and was created from nothing in the warp through magic. It completely meets your requirements. Welcome to modern Terra, Priseth."

Borrowing the magic studied by Herhunzoron, since the warp is a reflection of the real world, with the existence of Herhunzoron and Vivian, what Noah just did was to find the existence of Prisses from the reflection of the warp, and then reproduce it, just like Herhunzoron took out the crown from the reflection of history before, or his grandfather gave him the Sword of Martyrdom. It is actually the same principle.

Noah used himself as a model to reshape Priss's body, and then put his soul into it - resurrecting Priss in disguise.

One has to admire the genius of Helhunzoron, who has actually researched the subspace to this extent. However, without the support of the Golden Rule, Noah would not have been able to do this. It can only be said that with the right time, place and people, Noah completed this miraculous action.

After regaining her body, Precious had no time to care about Noah. She didn't even realize that she was still checking her body bit by bit for any abnormalities with no obstruction. All the results were [Perfect], almost no difference from her body when she was alive.

The soul nurtured by Noah's ability has long been able to match the body, and with the almost perfect reconstruction, Priss is now completely resurrected.

"What...is your purpose?" Prisseth was excited, but also wary. "I thought we were enemies."

"Before, I was indeed your enemy, but now I don't think so anymore," Noah explained. "How should I put it... I guess my stance has changed a bit."

"change?"

"It's a bit complicated to explain..." Noah sighed, "Anyway, we shouldn't be enemies, Precious. From the very beginning—we shouldn't be enemies."

"...As long as you stand on the side of Terra's current civilization, we have nothing to discuss." Prisseth remained unmoved by his rebirth. "Noa Kyrielight, there's no way you can convince me. You should understand that."

"...Indeed, I didn't. But...what if it was the Administrator?"

After mentioning the name again, the next moment, Precious grabbed Noah's shoulders almost frantically, using so much force that veins popped out.

"Where...did you know this name?"

"Pureseth, I am Miss Administrator's Plan Zero." Noa finally revealed her greatest secret to Preseth. Perhaps it was the ultimate reason for her decision to resurrect Preseth. Since she had already decided to unite all the forces she could, and since she was both a relic of a previous civilization and a daughter of the Kirilet family, she couldn't just take sides.

Now that the biggest stance issue has been resolved, why can't they choose to cooperate?

"Plan Zero? You...?"

"I know you might not believe me right now, but... the truth lies in my family cemetery, Dripping Water Village, my next destination." Precious slowly loosened his grip, allowing Noah to break free. Then, he earnestly extended his hand and asked, "Precious, I'm not your enemy. Our positions are not opposing. On the contrary—perhaps we should have cooperated from the beginning."

Chapter 59: Unique Cosmic Love Words of Pre-Civilized People

"...I can only promise that because of the name you uttered, I won't become your enemy for now." Precious wasn't convinced, nor could she be. If Noa hadn't spoken the Administrator's name, she might have launched the Originium Project the next moment. With a body capable of moving on Terra, she could do whatever she wanted. She had already achieved her goal, albeit a little less than she had envisioned, but that was enough. "Noa Kyrielight, we remain enemies. I can't be your friend until you fully come to my side."

"...Well, I didn't expect to solve the problem all at once." Noya sighed, but she had already fulfilled her expectations. Now it was Precious's turn to complete her mission. "Besides, Precious, I have another favor to ask of you."

"You no longer have any wishes." Precious frowned, "But I will be merciful and listen to what you want to do."

"...Do you have a way to maintain this palace in the warp?" Noya asked, gesturing towards the entire palace. "Humanity needs an outpost. We should at least preserve my teacher's relics."

"That's it?" Precious curled her lips. Her authority was almost that of the Creator, so this kind of thing was certainly easy for her. Although Herhunzoron was a genius and even traced back to the source to find her existence, she could be said to be one of the few people on Terra who could truly threaten Precious. But even so, because of Precious's authority, she was still a god-like existence high above. Herhunzoron could only achieve the [Skill of Manipulating Originium], while Precious could only manipulate the Originium itself.

This is no longer a completely different realm, but Precious does think it is a pity to let the wasteland disappear like this. She turned around, and the symbol of the source stone appeared in her eyes. The next moment, source stones began to grow on the entire wasteland. These source stones anchored the position of the wasteland in the subspace, preventing the subspace from eroding this area after the Witch King left. The source stones existed to deceive the lumberjacks. The demons in the subspace were not actually enemies of the previous civilization. It was better to say that the previous civilization could have ignored the pollution of the demons long ago - so Precious was not actually worried about the problem of demons.

The former civilization's use of the Warp had already reached a terrifying level. If it weren't for the lumberjacks, the former civilization might have been able to open up new territories in the Warp. After all, they had arrived on Terra by utilizing the stargate that directly connected to the Warp to achieve their goal.

After completely anchoring the entire wasteland, the Originium symbol in Precious's eyes slowly faded. She turned around and asked, "Is this all that's needed? I thought you still wanted me to find your parents."

"...Finding them in the subspace won't be easy." Noah shook his head. "Even for you, it should be the same."

"Unfortunately, you're right." Precious nodded. "But I can do it. And with your current abilities, even if they're already dead, you might be able to revive them if you give them time. Project Zero... it's the product of a plan the Administrator kept secret. To be honest, I did consider why the Administrator did this, but after seeing your abilities, I finally realized their original intention."

"...Miss Administrator used her own soul as raw material to complete me. Unfortunately, I was too slow to complete it. I was only completely finished after the apocalypse." Noah shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't save you..."

"It's not really your fault..." Precious sighed. In fact, a big part of the reason why she was so upset was that despite the efforts of everyone in Eden, nothing could be saved. But she also understood... Miss Administrator had indeed tried her best. Moreover, judging from the current situation, Noah was an existence that could easily transcend life and death. As long as she completed it in advance, she could even resurrect the souls of the previous civilization one by one after a long period of destruction. This might be Miss Administrator's original intention.

Although the Originium Project was able to evade the lumberjacks' attacks, it ultimately had to survive in the inner universe. However, Noa, like a decompression software, could extract the souls within the Originium one by one. In a place like the subspace, it was even possible to recreate a physical body—in a sense, the administrator had given the Originium Project a backup plan, a perfect solution for returning from the inner universe.

As expected of Miss Administrator... She truly has been thinking about Eden Garden from beginning to end. She's a true savior...

only……

Precious looked at Noah with a complicated expression. Although she didn't completely believe Noah's words, she did see the shadow of Miss Administrator in Noah. Noah said that the Administrator used his own soul as the raw material to complete Project Zero. In other words, in this world, Noah might be able to resurrect anyone, but Miss Administrator... there was no way to come back...

...I see. So that's why you finally agreed to take off the mask... That's our... farewell.

When Precious thought of this, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if something had pierced her heart... She had once wondered if Noah and the Administrator were connected, though reincarnation didn't exist in this world. Perhaps she was right, however: a part of the Administrator's soul did indeed form the foundation of Noah's soul. At least that was how she felt about it. Noah Kyrielight was proof that the Administrator had lived.

"Pureseth? Why are you silent?" Noah asked, noticing how long Preseth had remained silent. "As for my parents' affairs, I plan to make plans after I return from the family cemetery... but I'll definitely have to return the Golden Rule crown by then, so I'll be leaving it to you."

"...That will have to be after I find a satisfactory result. And..." Precious turned his head, "If, I mean if, what you said is true... Miss Administrator, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

"..." Noah recalled the scene after meeting the administrator. Indeed, she did not hear what the administrator said in person, but she could feel from those memories that the administrator attached great importance to the Garden of Eden. Even though her soul had turned into firewood, she never forgot the Garden of Eden. She kept the memory of the Garden of Eden and the memory of everyone in the most precious and secret place, and even kept it until she opened this dormant black box.

So, she spoke.

"Everyone in Eden, I love you, just as I love a partner, a teacher, a family member, a child... This feeling won't fade with the death of a soul, nor will it be shattered by the gravity of a black hole. It's transcendent, transcending all laws and theorems. There's a force of attraction between us, and only those most suited can meet, becoming a galaxy. As we orbit and rotate, the years we've spent will become traces, lingering within our souls. Like the tides, like the wind, like light and warmth. I believe we will eventually transcend fate. I can't be your savior, but you have become my Garden of Eden." At this moment, she spoke from the heart, translating these monologues into words, weaving them into sentences, as if the administrator were speaking through Noya's body. "She has always considered you the most important people to her, Precious. She's just not good at expressing it. From a bystander's perspective, she was moved by you, and ultimately stood with you, working to save the world. It was the most important time of her life."

Of course, Precious could hear that it was indeed the call from the administrator's part that remained in Noah's body. Her eyes warmed up and she immediately raised her head, as if that was the only way to stop her from crying.

She always thought that the administrator was distant from them and never seemed to stand with them. Even Precious had suspected that she was not the same kind of person as them at all, and was just swept up in the desire to save the world.

But now, with Noah's confirmation, she finally connected the girl who said goodbye to her for the last time with the administrator.

"Administrator..." Her voice trembled, "You clearly said this earlier... You clearly told us this earlier..."

"Pureseth..."

"I'm fine... I know you're not her, and you can't be her. I won't make any mistakes." Precious waved a hand, stopping Noah from trying to comfort her. "I don't need your comfort yet, Noah Kyrielight. We haven't reconciled yet, understand? I'm Precious of Eden. I always have been, and I always will be. I exist to save the world. Right now, we're not on the same page."

"I know, Precious, it's just... I hope that we can establish a purer and more friendly relationship between us. You don't exist to destroy, right?" Noah stretched out her hand. In fact, rather than shaking hands, she wanted to hug the trembling person in front of her. She suppressed the feeling from the bottom of her heart and just stretched out her hand. Precious, after forcing herself to calm down, finally stretched out her hand.

——A temporary truce.

Only temporarily.

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"Teacher...it's been so long, why hasn't Miss Noah come out yet?" Ermengarde held her chin at this time. She had just brought Viviana out according to Frémont's instructions. The Twin Queens would definitely not give up. She naturally could not let Viviana stay there. Before Noah came back, it was safer for her to be with them. After Frémont came back, he seemed to be much calmer and no longer so irritable. This old man was rarely so quiet.

"She has her own things to deal with. Everyone in this world has their own things to deal with - just like I don't understand why you want to get this guy out by the way." Fremont looked at Arturo who had an innocent face and said unhappily.

"I didn't get it. She forced her way in and followed me when I was looking for Viviana. What could I do?" Ermengarde said speechlessly. "And that Franz, she refused to go with me no matter what I said. I had no choice but to bring her back with me."

"He has his own things to do. As expected of that guy's offspring, he's just as stubborn as him... But with such a useful identity as the Count of Utica, I'm sure those two little lambs won't make things difficult for him. Let him be."

Although Frémont disliked politics, he saw things clearly. The one in danger was Viviana. As Noah's best friend, she could very well be used to threaten Noah. To prevent this, Frémont had Ermengarde take Viviana away. As for Arturo, it didn't really matter anymore. He and Letania had already fallen out, so it would be best to hand Arturo, now deprived of his Originium skills, over to Federico, the dull Sacota from Lateran.

He and Ermengarde had already decided where to go. Kazdel was now ruled by the Parliament, and it was the best practice for the Lich King to return to Kazdel. As for Noya... what she would do next, or how she would do it, was actually beyond Flemont's prediction. However, one thing was foreseeable. The power Noya now possessed was enough to overturn the balance of Terra, and any decision she made next was likely to have a huge impact... To be honest, if it weren't for her good character and the fact that she was a disciple of an old friend, Flemont would have wanted to exile her.

It's too unstable... Whether it's a blessing or a curse for Terra for someone to possess such terrifying power is hard to say.

He had witnessed the life of the Witch King, so he was so wary.

At this moment, the portal finally moved, and this time, two people walked out of the portal - Noah, and a black-haired woman... However, this woman was only wearing the cloak that Noah had originally worn, and it seemed that she had no other clothes inside.

"Noah!" Viviana was the first person to come to her side. She originally wanted to care about Noah's situation, but when she saw Princess beside her, she subconsciously stopped and stood there. Even the posture she originally intended to hug her seemed a little awkward.

"Vivianna~" Noah was such a considerate person that he hugged Viviana directly. "I'm back. I've taken care of everything."

"Hmph..." Precious curled her lips as she watched the two embrace. After acquiring a new body, she felt a sense of novelty she hadn't experienced before. This was something she hadn't felt before when she occupied Noah's body. But it was true that having the same body as before was more suitable for her and more compatible with her.

"Noah, you need to explain first... who is this?" At this time, Frémont finally spoke. He felt an unprecedented threat from Precious.

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