Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1028 - 86 Our Queen is a Demon

Chapter 1028: Chapter 86 Our Queen is a Demon

Annan had originally just wanted to obtain some intelligence from the Silver Baron.

To Annan’s own surprise, upon hearing the news, the Silver Baron directly took over the task from him.

This also indirectly proved that Nigel’s decision to flee to Noah instead of directly requesting support from the Ducal Palace was indeed the correct choice.

Although he didn’t know the secrets of the Charioteer and the Charioteer’s hands, let alone what The Worm was,

he still made the most correct decision based solely on instinct.

There was certainly some kind of talent within Nigel that allowed him to sharply escape from danger.

Just as when he faced obstacles, he would rather work and paint by himself for twenty years, accepting Yawen’s sharp criticism for as long... and he never once thought of asking the Skeleton Duke for help that would "take effect immediately without effort."

His willpower and determination were indeed quite strong.

But there was certainly an element of luck involved.

If it were just a momentary choice, there would be some hesitation due to the skepticism that "pies don’t just fall from the sky." His mother did indeed remind him that asking the Skeleton Duke for help was not a good thing.

But to be willing to engage in mundane work for twenty consecutive years, endure Yawen’s continuous criticism, continuously doubt his own talent, fall into collapse countless times... yet resist the temptation and never try the Skeleton Duke’s ritual,

He knew that with a mere gesture, he could end all this suffering. And the consequences?

People always have a streak of luck in them. When they are desperate, they will do anything.

And yet, Nigel didn’t even touch it.

Objectively speaking, there is some element of luck involved in this.

And now, he has once again made the correct choice.

Annan even knew more information. At first, he didn’t think Nigel’s silent escape was the right thing to do... even with Annan’s wisdom, he misjudged the danger involved.

Of course, this is also related to Nigel’s narrative.

Because he was dealing with the lower levels of information, it’s estimated that a lot of things he saw were not remembered. In other words, he might not think those parts were abnormal.

To possess such a degree of sharpness,

Nigel might become a decent cleric.

If the Paper Princess doesn’t mind.

Afterward, Annan could still keep him for his own use.

After that, Annan didn’t leave the Silver Baron’s side immediately.

He always felt that it would seem rude to just leave right after assigning the task, as if he had come all this way just to ask for the Silver Baron’s help.

Although it was indeed almost the case...

But previously, he at least treated the Silver Baron as an encyclopedia, not as a tool. There was still a significant difference between the two.

Of course, another reason was.

Among the many gods with whom Annan was acquainted and who still had memories, the Silver Baron was the only one that gave him a "maternal" feeling. Just being in the Silver Baron’s presence made him feel a sense of security and relaxation.

Yes, it was a motherly, not a fatherly feeling.

It might be Annan’s illusion, but he always felt that there was an almost "doting" closeness that the Silver Baron had for him.

Even though Annan had fairly friendly relations with more than half of the True Gods, this feeling was strongest with the Silver Baron.

As for the other gods...

The Paper Princess was more like an aunt or a sister who sneaked him out for tasty treats, while the Tragic Playwright was like the next-door uncle with an unsettling smile. The Soot Father was the type of quiet but reliable neighbor you could count on in critical moments.

Despite her petite figure, the Mysterious Lady felt more like an upperclasswoman; the Goddess of Cup was like a gentle-natured teacher, and Yawen was the kind of teacher who was ill-tempered but responsible.

The Skeleton Lord was the kind of shabby old madman you might occasionally bump into on the street; The Rotten Husband resembled the sort of multilevel marketing leader who lectured a crowd of old men and women every day. The Absolver was like a well-behaved and reliable junior in the company.

Mr. Radiance seemed like a brother who favored his younger siblings, or perhaps a very sensible younger brother; the Old Grandmother was indeed just like a grandmother, and the Faceless Poet was the kind of good (dog) bro(ther) who tempted you on the last day of vacation to skip doing your homework and go have fun instead.

Only Miss Fortune gave Annan the strangest feeling.

He always felt that there was something about Miss Fortune’s mischievous smile that seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Miss Fortune, yet he could never quite recall where it came from...

After leaving the Silver Baron’s presence,

Annan went to the royal palace first... and took the opportunity to scold Kafney a few times.

He had just learned from Salvatore that Kafney’s degree of erosion had secretly deepened a bit more. However, when Annan visited Noah last month, Kafney had not mentioned this matter to him.

Even though Annan had already explained to Kafney that cleansing the erosion wouldn’t place any stress or harm on him. But Kafney didn’t bring it up merely because it could delay Annan’s schedule.

Of course, Kafney also gave her explanation for this.

She revealed another reason.

The current Kafney was only a tiny step away from achieving a "complete, fully demonized" state.

Only one step away from transforming into a true "Shadow Fiend" and advancing to the level equivalent to a Gold-rank Transcendent, which was to fully turn herself into a shadow.

Now, besides summoning shadows from under her skirt,

She could even turn her limbs entirely into shadows, with arms transforming into shadows snakes over ten meters long or sharp spear tips, and with legs becoming shadows, leaving nothing under her skirt but a void... But her entire person could float and fly freely through the power of the shadows.

Kafney realized the opportunity for her abilities to reach their peak was getting closer.

It was when she discovered that the shadows she summoned were no longer destroyed by light. Or rather, she no longer needed a light source to call upon shadow tendrils.

This was used as a means of intimidation, to maintain her not-so-steady rule.

——The young queen sat upon her throne, and the shadows behind her turned into a disproportionately large, fierce demon casting its figure on the wall.

For the ministers who were none the wiser, at least it could deter them from underestimating Kafney...

The side effect was that some strange rumors had already started circulating among the people of Noah.

Some even turned it into an opera... telling the story of "Our Queen is a Demon."

Kafney paid no heed to this.

After all, the remnants of the Eldest Princess’s influence had not been completely cleansed. They were resisting in secret, and it wasn’t easy to eradicate them quickly.

At this time, her own combat strength was her strongest trump card.

Although Kafney claimed she could fall completely within the month and that the remaining safety threshold of her erosion level was sufficient for use... Annan, just to be safe, reset her erosion level to zero.

This was because he feared something might go wrong, and he might not be able to return for a while.

After sorting everything out,

Annan took Isaac with him, using a writ from Kafney as a token, and together they entered Noah’s subway.