“And we wouldn’t think to seek the Book of Revelation—I suspect that’s a suggestion planted by the Three Saints.”
Qiansitelin’s expression was heavy, her voice filled with concern.
After confirming once more that there was no danger around, Qiansitelin put “Lyrasel” away again and pulled out the short dagger.
Just then, Muxuan lifted her head thoughtfully and looked at Qiansitelin.
“So… the Book of Revelation is in the hands of the Three Saints?”
Meeting Muxuan’s slightly puzzled gaze, Qiansitelin gently shook her head.
“Your Highness, I just said it before—that’s only a single torn page. Once a page of the Book of Revelation is torn off, its effectiveness drops significantly.
That also means the Three Saints haven’t obtained the full Book of Revelation.”
“Haven’t obtained it… Then how do they have a torn page from it?”
“Either the Book of Revelation met with some accident and a part leaked out… or they tore it off before the book was lost.”
After a moment’s thought, Muxuan reached this conclusion, then looked at Qiansitelin for confirmation.
“Am I right?”
Qiansitelin nodded in agreement, then smiled.
“Your Highness, there’s one point that’s slightly off~ The Book of Revelation was sent out voluntarily.”
“Huh???? What does that mean?”
“What does ‘sent out voluntarily’ mean? Didn’t we say the Book of Revelation can prophesy disasters and provide hope to break the deadlock?When was it sent out, and why?And do we know where it is now?”
Hearing her princess’s barrage of questions, Qiansitelin blinked a couple of times, a look of recollection on her face.
“Hmm… As for when it was sent out, it was before the descent of the Eerie Calamity, when the Church’s Last Saintess passed away… and also when the 28th Pope, Lites, ascended. I don’t know where it was sent, but at that time the Three Saints hadn’t been formed yet—there was only one Saint. The Book of Revelation, under the watchful eyes of Pope Lites and that Saint, was taken away by a girl heading north. As for the reason… I don’t know that either, but perhaps the solution given in the Book of Revelation required it.”
After saying this, Qiansitelin looked at her princess with some confusion.
Because halfway through her explanation, Her Highness had suddenly frozen…
Her head drooped, and her hood hid her face, making it impossible for Qiansitelin to tell what was wrong.
“Your Highness?”
To Qiansitelin’s worried voice, Muxuan seemed not to hear it, caught in a state of chaos.
Lites…
That name, like opening a sealed memory, brought a flood of fragmented memories from past Popes.
At the same time, Muxuan felt a chilling eeriness.
Lites—that was the name of the original owner of this body when she had transmigrated…
It was also the name that had first come to mind during her conversation with Mili.
But no matter how she tried to recall now, Muxuan felt an indescribable weirdness, and an absurdity.
Scenes from her memory began to stack.
The figures of the Forty-second Pope Lites and the 28th Pope Lites started to overlap.
What chilled Muxuan even more was…
They looked almost identical.
‘Impossible!’
Questions springing up like viruses, rampaging through Muxuan’s mind.
Why did the 28th Pope ascend only after the Last Saintess had passed away?
And why…
After Lites died, did she transmigrate, take over Lites’s body, and then get appointed as Saintess by the Goddess?
A mist of crimson mixed with thick black instantly enveloped Muxuan.
The deeper she delved, the more violently her body reacted.
It was as if countless lumps of flesh were squirming all over her, her skin undulating up and down.
“Your Highness! Wake up!”
Qiansitelin, realizing the severity, immediately shook her princess, panic in her heart.
She couldn’t understand—just talking about this one thing…
Why had her dear princess suddenly developed an Aberration?
That was a symptom that appeared only with severe Corruption!
Watching Her Highness’s condition worsen, and even sensing that the Divine Core inside her had turned a shade of gray, Qiansitelin understood roughly what the problem was.
Without hesitation, with a trace of pain in her eyes, she chopped her hand sharply at the base of Muxuan’s neck.
Along with the infusion of Lightforce, Muxuan fainted.
The abnormalities on Muxuan’s body stabilized.
The Divine Core, which had been veiled in gray, slowly shed its gray-white surface as Muxuan stopped thinking.
Rubbing her temples that were aching from tension, and wiping the cold sweat beading on her forehead, Qiansitelin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“What was Her Highness thinking about all of a sudden…”
“Lutherch should have warned her… some things can’t be investigated before you’re strong enough. Certain terrifying entities can spread Corruption through information.”
A sudden thought struck Qiansitelin, and she recalled the page that the Saint had thrown out to self-ignite earlier, and her heart sank.
She hadn’t understood why he did that before…
Now she got it.
The pages of the Book of Revelation, after being torn off, are much weaker.
But that problem could be solved.
As long as they got close to the specific thing they wanted to weave, the chance of successful weaving increased dramatically.
“They wanted Her Highness to get Corrupted by those entities through information carrying Corruption!”
Without thinking, Qiansitelin pushed back Muxuan’s hood, gently placed Muxuan’s head on her own thighs as she knelt on the ground, and looked at Muxuan’s pale face with worry and compassion.
In a sense, Her Highness…
could indeed be considered a vessel carrying Corruption.
“Ah…”
Letting out a helpless sigh, Qiansitelin had no solution.
She hadn’t said a single thing she wasn’t supposed to tell the princess.
She had also sealed away memories that she herself shouldn’t recall.
But the deep, hidden memories within Her Highness herself—once they surfaced…
As she thought about it, Qiansitelin’s face grew even more troubled.
She gently poked Muxuan’s cute cheek with a slender finger, then pinched the fake elf ear.
After a moment of deliberation, struggling and hesitating, Qiansitelin took out a bottle of deep green liquid from her Space Ring.
Using two fingers, she carefully parted Muxuan’s lips, then popped the cork with her thumb, letting a single drop of the green liquid trickle into Muxuan’s mouth with extreme caution.
A strong medicinal fragrance mixed with a hint of fishy smell spread out—pleasant yet pungent.
As soon as the drop entered Muxuan’s mouth, Qiansitelin quickly plugged the bottle again.
But the scent had already diffused.
The previously silent Kanoqiesi Forest suddenly stirred.