Super Righteous Player
Chapter 703 - 244 Only Remembered Objects_1

Chapter 703: Chapter 244 Only Remembered Objects_1

Because of the existence of many spells, rituals, Curse Bindings, and other Transcendent abilities, in this world, nothing is entirely "impossible."

Therefore, it became impossible to use the traditional technique of "eliminate all impossibilities, and what remains must be the inevitable."

But Annan apparently did not have an obsessive-compulsive need for evidence.

He trusted his intuition more.

Rather than seeking the truth, which can only be offered to the void, "motivation theory" turned out to be a more practical and useful methodology.

"Alright," Annan suddenly spoke up, diverting Elle’s attention, "I’ll help you take a bath and redo your hair..."

Upon hearing this, Elle was immediately shocked.

——Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what bath?

She panicked, and the chaotic thoughts in her mind were instantly swept away.

[...Eh? Wait, wait a minute—]

"It’s okay, Elle. You can trust me... after all, you can feel all of this, right? I won’t do anything to you."

[It’s not that... but... how to put it... it’s not that I can’t... but, but this... I feel that...]

Elle became entangled in her words again, hesitantly mumbling something indecipherable.

Annan chuckled lightly.

How cute.

"Elle" unfolded the blanket and confidently stepped out of bed barefoot. Since she was still wearing her pajamas, the real Elle hidden deep in her heart did not blush to the point of malfunctioning.

She narrowed her eyes and looked around.

The biggest difference from the gallery nightmare... might be the addition of some toys in the room.

They were the kind of novel and seemingly pointless toys that wouldn’t be played with more than a few times and appeared to be impulse purchases—a kind of trinket parents buy when their child says "I want this" while out.

The key point was the other layer of meaning it revealed.

It meant that Elle could not only leave this room... but she would also go out and have fun with her parents.

However, in real history, towards the end of her life—Elle was never allowed to leave her home.

She was like a canary trapped in a cage.

But here, "Elle" was a bird that could fly freely.

"That’s wonderful," Annan remarked out of the blue.

[...Yeah, it is wonderful]

Elle whispered softly, echoing in her heart.

Her emotions settled a bit, and her reactions weren’t as intense anymore.

Glancing at the half-finished oil painting and the half-written lyrics on the desk, Annan couldn’t help but chuckle.

He realized, this was the evidence for Elle to believe that she was "out gathering material."

...That wasn’t exactly wrong.

Elle, still suspicious and confused, asked a few questions but did not understand why Annan had laughed.

Annan quickly finished bathing, combed his hair with Elle’s guidance, put on his clothes for going out, and left the house.

Before leaving, Annan specifically looked at his watch.

——Two fifty in the afternoon.

Do different Purifiers have different amounts of free time each day?

Well, that makes sense.

"Elle" stepped out of the house—before her lay a golden wheat field.

The noon sun was bright and warm, as tranquil as a paradise far from the mundane world. "Elle’s" white dress and hair were gently caressed by the cool breeze.

She straightened her hair and listened quietly for a while.

"...You should have realized something was wrong just by being here."

[What, where’s wrong...?!]

Elle, clearly not yet recovered from the shock of Annan helping her bathe, responded somewhat bashfully and annoyed.

["Well, I must be the fool then—fine."]

"Indeed," Annan chuckled lightly, his emerald-colored pupils squinting as he spoke leisurely, "Otherwise, you might have been able to resolve this nightmare by your own power... perhaps."

["What’s really going on..."]

"It’s too quiet, Elle... listen."

Annan closed his eyes, lightly tapping his earlobe with his right hand, his head tilting slightly to the right.

"Not a sound... right?"

["...So what?"]

"Is this wheat field sown by Amos?"

Annan smiled and said, "If it was planted by someone, why isn’t anyone here to harvest? Then why isn’t there a single voice to be heard around here?

"If there is such a vast field of wheat... why can’t we hear any insects or birds? And most importantly—the rustling sound of the wheat swaying in the wind, did you hear it?"

The answer was, nothing at all.

It was like a landscape painting.

But only to the extent of a[work in progress].

This world was only a fragment... a fairy tale-like fragment of a dream.

"You might not know, Elle. There are always insects in the wheat field, and there would be field mice, sparrows, rabbits... and even wolves."

["...Wolves?"]

"Correct. The farmers of The Holy Nation and the United Kingdom tell children who want to play in wheat fields, to trample on the wheat, to come back because there are wolves. To this day, there is a ritual called ’Young Wolf Liquor’ in The Holy Nation and the United Kingdom."

Annan spoke as if telling a story to a child.

But there was a profound smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Some elderly from The Holy Nation and nobles from the United Kingdom believe the rice plants have souls. They eat the rice pounded by hand instead of factory milled rice because they think milling too finely lets the souls escape. These souls are called ’Grain Spirits,’ often appearing in the form of wolves within the wheat fields... also known as ’Wolves Among the Grains.’

"Farmers who believe in the Grain Spirit Wolf would only harvest the ’Mother of Grain’ at the very end. The so-called ’Mother of Grain’ is the first wheat stalk to bend when the wind blows through the field; they believe it hides a ’Grain Spirit’ turned into a wolf. Those who get injured, bleed without noticing it during the harvest, are said to have been bitten by the Grain Spirit Wolf.

"They would take seven stalks from the ’Mother of Grain,’ anoint them with oil, incense, and place them on the bed, treating it like a child. The family members would also observe a three-day taboo with the seriousness of a traditional childbirth, as if they really had a newborn child.

"And the specially treated stalks would be called ’Young Wolf.’ A single one is worth an entire wheat field... The liquor brewed from the ’Young Wolf’ would be called ’Young Wolf Liquor,’ considered the most valuable thing in a farmer’s household."

["That’s... amazing!"]

Elle exclaimed in admiration.

She couldn’t wait to ask.

["So what’s the use of Young Wolf Liquor then?"]

"The answer is... it’s of no use at all."

["...Huh?"]

"Because the Wolf Among the Grains, this deity, is made up. In reality, it’s an avatar of a tragedy playwright when he was a mortal... It has no divine power whatsoever. It’s ’a god that doesn’t exist.’

"Now, here’s the question, why do people believe in the existence of the Wolf Among the Grains? Think about it, Elle."

As Annan spoke, he kept walking.

And Elle curled up deep inside his heart, thinking hard and seriously.

["Is it because... there are no clergy born among them? And mortals aren’t bestowed with Divine Arts so...]

"You’re on the right track, but still wrong."

Annan’s mouth curled into a smile full of malice and pity.

"The correct answer is—even though they can’t obtain any Divine Arts, even though reason has already told them the Wolf Among the Grains simply doesn’t exist, they would rather believe... it truly does exist.

"Because other than the Wolf Among the Grains, they have no access to other divine beings; admitting the falseness of the Grain Spirit Wolf would make all their actions up to this point seem foolish and profane. The peaceful and serene life they have known so far would be completely disrupted."

Thus, the more someone may suspect the non-existence of the Grain Spirit Wolf, the more clever someone is, seeing through everything... the more likely they are to maintain this lie.

"Now, I have another question for you."

["...What is it?"]

"The Eternal Duke... Does He exist? Or rather—

"Does His existence matter?"

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