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“I already received the harvest gift that Mr. Ensiodes wanted to give to the saint on the day of the harvest festival, so why send it again?”

“But this one is for Enya Shivaesh.”

Ensiodis said, opening the packaging box in front of him.

Inside was a new bell, its surface etched with delicate patterns, making it look exceptionally beautiful.

"I hope Your Holiness can accept it on her behalf."

Enya looked at Enshiodis, who had suddenly started speaking in riddles, with some confusion:

"why?"

Ensiodis smiled wryly:

"Because, in my memory, my sister would never hit her brother on the head with a bell."

“But I have a feeling that next, a Kalan saint will smash this bell on my head.”

"So, let her do it. That way, she can, and I can, give an explanation to my sister Enya Shivaish, whom I haven't seen in a long time."

Enya, who was angry, was stunned.

Encia, who was just about to smooth things over, was also stunned.

Ernst, who was disappointed in Ernst, was even more stunned.

Wow, that's quite a statement.

Ernst looked at Ensioudis with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Why beat around the bush? Can't you just apologize directly? Seriously, what if you accidentally overheated Enya's CPU?

Fortunately, Enya turned her head back.

She glanced at Ensiodis, then couldn't help but turn her head away, though a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

This feels really strange. Does Enshiodis think that if he says this, his sister Enya won't hit him?

He was wrong!

Enya bent down and took out a men's scarf from her bag. The soft yarn was interlocked, the fleece was thick, and the stitches were flawless. It was not mass-produced, but handmade, and the craftsmanship was perfect.

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This was the gift she had prepared for Enciodes. A gift that was many years overdue.

Before Ensiodes went abroad to study, and before Enya became a saint, she began to knit this scarf for Ensiodes.

She had intended to knit it and give it to him after he returned, but for some reason, she never finished it.

She had given Ernst the same scarf, and Encia had one too, but this one, she finally finished making many years later.

She handed the scarf to Ensiodis and said softly:

"Put it on."

Enshiodes's eyes brightened for a moment, and he reached out to take the scarf. But the next second, as if to prevent Enshiodes from misunderstanding, Enya reminded him,

"Wear it on your head."

Then, she picked up the bell that Ensiodis had given her.

Ensiodis's hand trembled, his lips twitched, and he looked at Enya.

Enya smiled and nodded, the meaning of which was quite clear.

Isn't this what you asked for? I've never seen such a request in my life, so I have no choice but to grant your request.

Ensiodis swallowed hard and took the scarf.

Ya'er silently walked over, fulfilling her promise to Enya, and reached out to cover Enya's eyes, who was still somewhat confused about what was going on.

Ernst, being very kind, turned his gaze away.

We live in a harmonious society. The prime minister has a happy and fulfilling family life. Religious leaders, business tycoons, and the like—they don't exist. They don't exist.

The following episodes won't pass censorship, they won't be allowed to air, please turn off all the cameras, okay?

He silently took out his terminal and pointed it at Enya and Ensiodes.

Ahem, what do you mean by "only officials are allowed to set fires, while common people are not allowed to light lamps"? I'm just keeping this on file for future legal education and publicity!

Thank you to Mr. Ensioudis and Ms. Enya for their enthusiastic performances; you are both great contributors to Sherag Legal Education!

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"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

I'd also like to thank Mr. TOM for his voice acting; it was excellent and gave me a truly immersive experience.

P.S.: Delta Force is pretty fun. On the other hand, Shadow of the Golden Tree is giving me a real headache; the stats are inhuman. I was in King of Elden outside, but in another map I got killed in three hits by roadside monsters. It was really frustrating. Luckily, I looked up a guide and got the wheelchair-bound Blood Monster Arm. Michaela, you little rascal, watch me crush you!

Chapter 539 Welcome to the Consciousness Empire 6

Victoria, outside the city of Lentinium, a cave.

This is a ceremony that is destined to be unblessed by anyone.

Kalika, the imperfect creation of Quesatushta, a failed vessel, held the cold remains in her hands and gently placed them on the experimental table.

Theresa, the Demon Lord of Kazdel, the leader of Sarkaz, and one of the Six Heroes of Sarkaz, is a unique figure even in the entire history of Sarkaz.

Her grand ambitions, her path, her kindness or her ruthlessness—all should have vanished beneath her feet with the end of her life. But at this moment, the Sarkaz still need her.

The general needs the Demon King to stand by his side, the Sarkaz need the two princes to unite and rally together, the Shards need the Black Crown [the survival of civilization] to repair it, and one of the Sarkaz's secret weapons—the Dead Soul Airship—also needs Theresa to pilot it.

No one was more suitable than Theresa, and even Theresa had to admit it.

"I am doing the most insatiable thing."

Gazing at Theresa's remains, Theresa clenched her hands and placed them on her chest, suppressing the discomfort welling up from the depths of her heart, forcing her breathing to return to a steady and smooth rhythm.

What is insatiable greed?

When the Kazdel Civil War broke out, two voices, two wills, and two paths tore apart the Sarkaz people who had finally managed to unite, Theresis was forced to kill Theresia.

But when the Kazdel Civil War ended, and a call, a standard, and a leader unified the Sarkaz demons, Theresis had no choice but to resurrect her.

There are so many "musts" in the world; in the end, it's just "for one's own benefit," so "must" is the only reason.

He killed Theresa in order to unify the Sarkaz, and he wants to resurrect Theresa in order to complete the plan for the Shard Tower. This is insatiable greed.

Ultimately, Theresis promised to give all the Sarkaz the right to choose, and he did everything he could to fulfill his promise, but he overlooked two people.

One was Theresa, and the other was himself.

Theresis understood this. For Quesatushta, the resurrection ritual was merely a stepping stone to becoming the Eternal Demon Lord, a more convenient option that would allow him to be resurrected directly after his physical body decayed, without having to rely on inherited bloodlines.

But for Therese, this was an immense ordeal—an ordeal with his conscience, with his humanity, and with the Sarkaz’s deepest respect for death.

Essentially, this is nothing more than selfishness.

Theresis could certainly claim that he made this decision because he was loyal to the Sarkaz people and the future of the Sarkaz. In fact, he did do so in order to maintain the legitimacy and authority of the military council.

But privately, he knew very well that this was nothing but self-deception.

Be wary when someone claims to be loyal to a higher ideal, because it means they are ready to betray you.

"Regent, what's wrong? Do you regret it?"

Salus's voice rang out from behind. Because of the operational error in the last experiment, this time, she was simply kicked out of the experimental team by Quesatushta and could only watch from the sidelines like Theresis.

The blue-haired Sarkaz lacked the distinctive white horns of the Quesatushta lineage of absolutists, proving she was not of Quesatushta blood, but rather a "creation" like Kalik. Yet Salus still addressed Quesatushta as "Father," his lifeless eyes fixed on Quesatushta's direction, his sickly pale hands bearing the marks of self-mutilation.

This was her self-punishment for her previous experimental failure.

Therese was able to stop Quesatushta from executing Salus, but she couldn't stop Salus from harming herself.

Salus wore a faint smile, his tone neither sarcastic nor comforting:

"Even if you regret it now, it's too late."

But Therese shook her head:

"I've never regretted it."

Yes, Therese understood everything. He knew the despicable nature of his actions, the futility of his attempts to conceal them, and that the torment he was about to suffer would go far beyond what he was experiencing now.

If Theresa is resurrected, every breath she takes from now on will be a torment for Theresa. (Hedgehog proxy purchase: 玖私靶兒丝叁隣鵡)

But precisely because she had chosen this despicable path, using the passport of the despicable to dig up the epitaph of the noble, Theresis would never regret it.

The torment and pressure he endured were merely the driving force that propelled him forward, driving him to advance by any means necessary.

But if he regrets it, then he is desecrating himself for getting to this point, desecrating all his previous determination, all his experiences, and all those who sacrificed themselves for his ideals.

Including Theresa.

He was quite certain that if he were in Theresa's shoes, she would have done the same.

The Demon King has no regrets.

Salus gazed at Theresis for a long time before she nodded:

"I underestimated the Regent's will, and I apologize to you."

"In that case, please hold your breath and admire the great achievements of our King of Pardoners!"

At the experimental workbench, Quesatushta gazed at the Demon King on the platform. If one disregarded the dried dark red bloodstains on her clothes and ignored the wounds left on her face by the shrouded assassins, Theresa would appear to be merely asleep.

He, on the other hand, was going to set off the "alarm clock" to wake her up.

In this cave that houses the relics of past demon lords, Sarkaz heroes, and great sages, awaken a demon lord who has long since departed.

Quesatushta said loudly:

"Kali-ka, push the lever upwards to maximum power."

"As ordered."

The dull creation responded, its withered, firewood-like fingers gripping the lever and pushing it upwards.

The [Pure Originium] made by Quesatushta, imitating Levi, skipped the gradual lighting stage and released a brilliant light in an instant.

The few green plants that served as markers and were placed together next to Theresa were instantly covered by a large amount of Originium crystals. In almost five seconds, they went through the process that a severely ill Oripathy patient would normally take several months to complete: onset of the disease, crystallization, large-scale spread of the disease, complete crystallization, and "disintegration".

"boom!"

A crisp popping sound rang out, and several green plants exploded, filling the air with Originium dust. Fortunately, the reinforced glass wall prevented the Originium dust from spreading to the outside.

Before they could catch their breath, the second marker appeared – the crystallization of several animals.

Almost repeating the crystallization process of green plants, the Wild Fang Beasts locked in the cages hadn't even had time to react to the suddenly generated high Originium pollution environment before crystals began to emerge from all over their bodies, instantly covering their entire bodies.

"Boom!"

Several explosions rang out, and the Originium once again devoured the information of several more lives. Dust almost filled the entire room, causing Quesatushta to frown.

Everything was indeed proceeding according to Levy's notes and the results of his previous experiments, without any unexpected incidents, but his intuition always told him that something was not quite right.

The Originium dust was so dense that it had almost formed a small fog inside the laboratory, even obscuring Quesatushta's vision and making it difficult for him to see Theresa's condition on the experimental table.

The inability to observe is not good news.

But the experiment had already progressed to this point, and the Sarkaz did not have the emergency stop procedures that Rhine Lab had, nor could Quesatushta give up this opportunity.

Just kidding, if Theresa blows up in a minute, he'd better pray that Theresa doesn't blow him up too.

The hesitation was only momentary; Quesatushta immediately made a decision—someone had to enter the laboratory to monitor Theresa's condition in real time.

"Salus".

Quesatushta's eyes turned cold as he called out.

Salus, standing next to Theresis, perked up and immediately stepped forward:

"I'm here."

"Go in and report to me on the internal progress."

"clear."

Without hesitation, without panic, and without even leaving behind a word that could be considered a "last will and testament," this tool without self-awareness simply received the order, turned around Kalika, pushed open the door, and entered the room.

A little Originium dust seeped out through this gap.

But Quesatushta didn't care. It was just Oripathy; what Sarkaz didn't have it?