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"This is a tricky choice."
"Apophis understood. In other words, once they try to break the God of All Weapons, it will give Saintess Lena an opportunity to awaken... No wonder he was the hero Mino. It's no wonder he gave away the information so easily back then. He had already foreseen this step."
Apophis sighed inwardly, but his resolve remained largely unshaken.
The situation is very different now. The threat posed by the God of All Weapons is far greater than that of an Ice Saintess. Finding a way to suppress that weapon is the most important thing.
"So, Altottai, what is the content of that key?" Apophis asked.
"I don't know." Unexpectedly, at this moment, Altottai shook the hilt of his sword.
Apophis raised his thick, powerful whip.
"Wait! Really! I really don't know!"
Altotai immediately tensed his sword and hurriedly explained, "According to the agreement, I only know what the key contains... As for the actual password, only the Ice Saintess who was in charge of inputting it and some pervert know it!"
"Oh? What's the key's contents?"
Apophis brandished the Whip of Pain, intending to offer some gentle persuasion, but Artotai said without hesitation:
"It's your measurements!"
"The key is... Saintess Lena's measurements!!!"
The resounding words echoed in the cell, the unwavering voice carrying a certain conviction that made it clear to everyone that they were not some absurd lie.
Even Apophis, an ancient and revered artifact with a wealth of experience, was stunned and stood frozen in place for the first time in its life.
"What the hell?"
"Altotai, you must be joking." Taking a deep breath, Apophis asked, his demonic energy slightly disordered.
"Even if the key exists to cause fluctuations in the sacred artifacts, using the Ice Saintess's measurements like this... this is utterly outrageous!!!"
Apophis was somewhat excited, feeling that times had truly changed: it was as if he were witnessing the once-powerful, tough-guy family of Sacred Relics, passed down through generations, suddenly transform into a bunch of effeminate boys and girls who could only shout "Ciallo~" in the new generation.
"Ahem, well, there's nothing I can do. The Holy Church has only found this one suitable key for now." Altothai coughed a few times, somewhat embarrassed.
“Think about it, think about it carefully… In the tragedy of the sacred artifacts ten years ago, weren’t those ancient sacred artifacts that were nearly decaying all the way to death? So what was left behind were all young and vigorous sacred swords… To stir up the emotions of these sacred artifacts that can’t resist the sight of a sweet and soft girl, we can only use some methods with a high threshold.”
"A bunch of useless trash!" Apophis roared.
"Have they not seen a woman for hundreds or thousands of years? They can castrate someone on the spot just by hearing their measurements?!"
“Uh… in a way, it really is!” Altothai said that it has both aspects: mainly because condensing thousands of holy artifacts into a whole is already extremely stressful in maintaining emotions, at this time, even a small snowflake can trigger a violent chemical reaction.
In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.
Similarly, when you're experiencing a craving for sex, none of the short videos you've watched are innocent...
Apophis took a deep breath and decided not to pursue the matter further. He was immediately angered, feeling that he had been tricked by Artotai, and that this information was of extremely limited use.
“Since it involves the Ice Saintess’s measurements, how could anyone else possibly know…” The words were cut short as Apophis turned his head slightly as the sword abruptly stopped.
Their gaze fell upon the righteous-looking hero Mino, who sat upright before the shrine like a saint.
"What are you looking at?! I don't have the answer!" Mino said righteously.
"hehe."
Apophis suddenly chuckled softly, and casually mentioned:
“I heard from Swell that ‘that perverted hero has a fetish for collecting underwear’… It’s said that he has stolen the underwear of every single woman of marriageable age in the capital and knows every single one of their measurements…”
"This is slander! Utter slander!!!" Mino shouted angrily.
"I only stole Lena's underwear! I only know her measurements! How did I become an underwear thief?! I haven't even learned the otherworldly divine skill 'STEAL' yet?!"
“Yes, I know.” Apophis nodded slightly. “I made up the second half.”
"So, you really do know Saint Lena's measurements."
The cell fell silent.
Mino suddenly felt a chill. Turning her head, she saw a woman in a light blue rose dress and a barefoot girl with golden twin ponytails on the bed. They seemed to have appeared in the cell at some point and had just overheard the conversation.
Two cold, piercing gazes were simultaneously cast upon him:
"Pervert." "Trash."
"Hey!!!" Mino was startled: "Have you guys mastered some kind of conceptual-level ability? How do you manage to appear together in the most unexpected places like ghosts?!"
“And Altottai, you actually betrayed our sacred Union! You are not human!!!” Mino looked at Altottai with a pained expression.
He now understood why Altothai had given it away so readily. After all, the other party genuinely didn't know the key; simply giving Apophis an answer with no answer wouldn't have any impact whatsoever… Damn it, where did he learn such a despicable and insidious strategy of giving it away?! How utterly despicable!!!
Cold sweat gradually soaked Mino's back; the pressure was mounting on him.
“Then, Hero,” Apophis looked at Mino, “are you planning to use your skills before or after the meal?”
"Don't even think about it!" Mino gritted his teeth.
Raising his head proudly, Mino's eyes were filled with determination and conviction as he said in a deep voice:
"Lena's measurements are as important information as the contract with the Ice and Fire Dragon King... I won't easily reveal them to you!"
“Uh, I must remind you, my lord,” Altothai said weakly, retreating to the corner, “it seems you didn’t keep that secret either.”
“Since that’s the case… I have no choice but to continue my interrogation.” Apophis shook the hilt of his sword with some regret.
The Whip of Pain once again gathered a dark, ominous light.
Mino breathed a sigh of relief; this was probably the easiest interrogation he had ever endured. A slight smile appeared on his lips: "Come on! Even if you whip me a hundred times, a thousand times, you can't shake my indomitable spirit, my unyielding soul!!!"
At this moment, Apophis's movements stopped.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
The sword tip pointed at Mino, and as a ripple of magic spread out, Mino felt the connection he had felt earlier suddenly dissipate, and the spell cast on him completely failed.
“Since Altottai has already confessed, then I won’t bother with such roundabout interrogation methods.” Apophis nodded.
"I'll just whip you, hero."
Mino was immediately dumbfounded.
Chapter 210 Painlessness is your lie, figurines are your excuse (Happy Dragon Boat Festival~)
Looking at the whip of pain covered with thorns, Mino's heart skipped a beat.
Wait a minute... isn't something wrong?
As the spell was lifted, Mino felt weak and inexplicably uneasy.
But just as Apophis's powerful whip was about to strike, a defiant glint suddenly appeared in Mino's eyes: even if we take a step back, maybe it's really his strong will that makes him feel no pain at all!
"Come on!" Mino opened her arms wide, a confident smile spreading across her face. "Even if there's just a tiny bit of pain, I won't..."
Snapped!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The horrific screams echoed throughout the cell.
……
dong dong dong-
A faint knock, barely audible, sounded timidly at the door of the study.
"Please come in." Ota buried his head in front of the desk, his voice naturally revealing a hint of kingly majesty, his eyes focused and calm.
Looking up, I saw a timid little green head squeezing in.
“Scholar Astrid.” Prince Otta’s expression immediately relaxed, and he stood up from his desk.
"What brings you, the kingdom's great scholar, here? If you have anything to say, just communicate with Tus and the others directly."
With a snap, the door was gently closed by the waiter at the entrance.
Ota stepped forward, wanting to give a formal greeting.
Buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing—!!
Visibly, Astrid's shoulders trembled violently, as if she were a frightened little bird, with her head bowed.
Ota was taken aback. Although he vaguely knew that Astrid was somewhat socially awkward, she was just alone with him, the crown prince of the kingdom, in a study in the heart of the palace, under the strict guard of countless paladins... How could she be so socially awkward?
Feeling helpless, Ota could only take a few steps back and stand a few meters in front of Astrid.
Buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing—!!
The vibration amplitude in my shoulder decreased by one level.
Otta had no choice but to retreat back to his desk.
Buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing—!
Ota retreated again.
Buzz buzz buzz—!
“Scholar Astrid…you’d better say what you have to say quickly…” Prince Ota, who was clinging to the wall like a gecko, spoke with some difficulty.
Astrid mustered her courage and raised her little head, startled: "Your Highness, what are you doing at the Sun Wall?"
"...Let's get back to the main topic, Scholar Astrid. You've come to me on your own initiative, do you have some important information?" Otta asked.
Astrid's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time she was prepared to lie to this king, but she had to muster her courage. She knew... only she could stop humanity's atrocities!
Simply sending intelligence back to the demons wasn't enough to relieve the pressure on the front lines. After struggling all night, Astrid had a bold idea:
—If we can persuade Prince Ota to stop activating that God of All Weapons, then perhaps... we can save the Demon King's army from this predicament!
“That’s right, Your Highness Prince Ota.”
Astrid shrank her neck and said in a trembling voice, "I think we absolutely cannot activate the God of All Weapons! According to the knowledge in the ancient books, forcibly gathering so many sacred artifacts could very well... could very well... impact the pilot's sanity! Yes, it could easily make people lose their minds! If the people of the capital are injured, that would be terrible... What do you think?"
Astrid's heart pounded wildly as she carefully observed Ota's expression. In order to sway the king's decision, she deliberately added the most important element to the lie: Pope Brad himself, as well as the safety of the people of the capital, hoping to make the king hesitate to act rashly.
In front of the desk.
“You’re right, Scholar Astrid, I almost overlooked that.”
Ota looked at Astrid with approval.