Super Righteous Player
Chapter 197 - 195: Kafney’s Advanced Career_1

Chapter 197: Chapter 195: Kafney’s Advanced Career_1

Annan fumbled to give the time-limited main quest to the four people outside the door, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

...It was roughly taken care of.

In this way, the identity issue with "Tan Juan" could be considered dealt with.

When Annan learned that Benjamin wasn’t dead, and even Tan Juan was still alive, he began to plot the opportunity to shed his own disguise.

It would be much better to do it himself than to have it forcibly stripped away by others.

Besides, Annan was also distracted by listening to Kafney tell the sad story of Albert:

"From the very beginning, mother was a devotee of the rotten husband."

Kafney whispered, "Father, aren’t you puzzled about how I suddenly became a Transcendent? It’s because mother placed a medium leading to a certain nightmare on me... a Distorted Level nightmare.

"...But to her disappointment, I didn’t die."

Hearing his daughter’s words, Albert’s face turned very unsightly.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"Because Grandpa Denton isn’t a silver-tier ’Great Wizard,’ but a gold-tier ’Dream Stealer.’ He could easily alter others’ memories, and mother was his apprentice... Do you remember now, Grandpa Denton was introduced by mother, he’s also her elder relative."

Kafney’s voice echoed softly: "Grandpa Denton used illusions to affect your vision. He made you all think his vessel was made of silver... If we were still in the Royal Capital, he would’ve heard anything I said, and whatever I told you would have been meaningless.

"The chance to leave the Royal Capital, to be far away from Grandpa Denton... I had been waiting for a long time."

Albert’s lips quivered slightly.

He looked at Kafney with some disbelief, and after a long time, he finally said, "So... is that why you’ve always been so reticent? By the Silver Baron, I thought you were afflicted with some illness!"

But soon, Albert realized something else.

He quickly asked, "What about you, Kafney? Didn’t he alter your memories... or control your consciousness?"

"...He did try, and he thought he succeeded."

Kafney’s pupils still lacked focus as she looked straight ahead.

She whispered, "But he didn’t because..."

Kafney spoke, extending her left hand forward gently.

Her gesture was as light as if inviting a dance partner to waltz.

Annan soon noticed the bronze bracelet on Kafney’s wrist.

——Immediately after, Kafney took off the bracelet.

The next moment, it was as if her skirt boiled over.

A myriad of shadows formed tangible tentacles that uneasily stretched out from under the skirt, plopped and smacked onto the ground twice, then gradually calmed down, clinging tightly to the floor.

The shadows flowed like a river behind her.

It was like a very long, black dress trailing on the ground.

"...Huh?"

Bishop Daryl looked at her with surprise and suspicion: "What is this... Are you courting death?"

"What is it?"

Albert asked anxiously.

"...Clearly, Princess Kafney is not merely bronze-tier."

Bishop Daryl answered with certainty: "But her vessel is only bronze-tier... She hasn’t bound the curse to a new vessel.

"It means she has been severely eroded by the curse. Under such dense curses, memory rewriting, mind control, even Touch of Fear or Lazy Eye are likely ineffective on her.

"Moreover... if she were an ordinary person, she would have probably turned into a monster by now. But instead, she can retain a normal person’s sanity, which suggests she possesses extraordinary will—"

Or, her Curse Binding has many secret keepers.

The latter possibility was not spoken by Daryl.

But everyone present understood.

"But..."

Albert looked at Kafney somewhat blankly.

For the first time, he realized he seemed to completely misunderstand his own daughter.

Calmly, Kafney replied, "Actually, you know about my Curse Binding, father."

"...Ah?"

Albert blinked, asking with a parched throat.

Watching him look foolish, Kafney merely swept a calm gaze over him:

"It’s the phrase I often say—

"I will become the queen of this country."

"...This is your Curse Binding?"

Albert felt as if his intelligence had been outmatched by his daughter’s: "I thought..."

"You thought I was joking, father. Or that it was some ’children’s talk.’

Kafney’s clear and almost transparent eyes held a calm, god-like crimson: "Of course, that’s what they also thought.

"I am not a princess. I am your daughter... It’s impossible for me to become a queen. At least, no one would take it seriously in the short term."

But since they heard it, they unintentionally became secret keepers for Kafney.

Annan had already caught on.

I’m afraid Kafney’s Curse Binding might be something along the lines of "becoming the queen within a few years."

And with a childlike tone, she led others to believe she was joking or simply stating her dreams.

As the granddaughter of the King, it wasn’t unlikely she would come into contact with high-ranking Transcendents... and those adults who heard Kafney’s "naive words" unwittingly became her confidants.

Kafney’s current degree of erosion must be very high... but relying on these confidants, she got through without having to change her cursed item.

Although she could maintain her sanity, she was probably very close to the demons that Claus and the others had transformed into.

The shadows cast from beneath her skirt could even materialize.

That "Dream Stealer" Denton, treating her as nothing but a child, naturally couldn’t control Kafney, who was essentially a monster.

"My profession is also specialized in resisting mind control."

Kafney said in a light and soft voice, "Ever since I started on the path of the Transcendent... I have been striving to break free from the shackles."

Her eyes were like chalices filled with fresh blood and crystals ablaze with fire.

She slightly lifted her skirt and performed a curtsy toward Annan.

The shadows beneath her, once again like living things, surged up and receded into the underside of Kafney’s skirt as tentacles.

...This little one.

Annan looked at her somewhat oddly.

He wondered where she got such resilience and wisdom...

"Your profession... isn’t it Rogue?"

Albert couldn’t help but ask.

This prince, who looked like a literary middle-aged man, couldn’t help but doubt his own intelligence and observational skills.

...Am I an idiot?

But Daryl just shook his head.

He pondered, "No, if I’m not mistaken..."

Before he could finish, there came a knock at the door.

The conversation among the four inside temporarily halted, and their eyes turned to the doorway.

Kafney, meanwhile, seized the chance to stealthily glance at Annan once more.

Facing her intense, fiery gaze that was wholly fixed upon him, Annan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was crawling up his spine...

"Your Highness, someone is asking to see you."

"Who is it?"

Albert seized the rare opportunity to speak with authority, "They found me here? I’m currently conversing with... Lord Geraint."

He hesitated for a moment, opting not to disclose Annan’s true identity just yet.

The guard quickly replied, "It’s the secretary of this area! He says he has something to report to Your Highness and the Lord!"

"It’s someone from the Viscount."

Bishop Daryl whispered a reminder to Albert and Annan from behind.

After a moment of contemplation, Albert acquiesced, "Let him in."

"Yes!"

After a thorough body search, the secretary was allowed in.

He respectfully bowed to the four individuals in succession.

With Kafney included, each of the four was of higher status than he.

But Annan noticed something off about his expression.

It wasn’t that he was nervous or sneaky...

On the contrary, he was too calm.

Meeting a son of an Earl, a Prince, a Bishop, and a direct member of the Royal Family... why wasn’t he nervous?

Annan grew vigilant inwardly.

"Your Highness, I have important news to report..."

The secretary spoke slowly and devoutly to Albert with respect.

His voice was a bit shrill, slightly trembling... and subtly frenzied:

"The Rotten—sends his regards!"

As he spoke, he started to undo his own belt.

While Annan was shocked by the Rotten believer’s utterly undignified assassination method—or even hesitated in his mind, wondering if this was an act of assassination or mockery—he only heard a soft thud—

The shadows beneath Kafney’s skirt, unnoticed, were loosed.

Slithering along the ground like snakes, the sharp spikes shot out in an instant, completely piercing through several vulnerable spots in the secretary’s body!

Immediately afterward, the shadows tightened, locked up his joints, enveloped him completely, and lifted him high off the ground.

He was then brutally slammed onto the floor by—Kafney’s tentacles—behind her back!

In an instant, he lost consciousness, barely clinging to life, lapsing into a coma.

And at that moment, Kafney’s voice finally sounded behind Annan:

"My advanced profession is... Dragon-Hunting Monk."

She swiftly retracted her tentacles and gracefully curtsied to the three of them.

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