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Chapter 383 - Chapter 383 Chapter 383 Silvia Full of Doubts

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Silvia Full of Doubts Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Silvia Full of Doubts The night was deep, and Silvia, who had just been rescued and still had remnants of magic power on her, went to bed early; however, we had no trace of sleepiness and gathered in the room.

“Visca, what kind of person is Bellavilla?”

This was my most pressing concern at the moment, as a series of evidence seemed to point to one fact–the identity of Silvia was once the Fallen Apostle Bellavilla. Not only had Visca confirmed this, but even Pandora’s scanning system had revealed the girl’s non-human identity. Now, less than five meters to our left as we stepped out of the door, slept one of the most dangerous beings in the entire universe, perhaps even the Void, although their combat strength might not even reach 5 now.

Visca snuggled in my arms, dozing off intermittently, infectiously causing Pandora, who was leaning against the door on guard, to yawn from time to time. Big Sister’s education was truly effective; now Visca needed to go to bed at a fixed time each night, or she’d get so sleepy that she might even start blowing bubbles.

“Bellavilla… is a good person…”

Even half-asleep, Visca instinctively responded to my question, though her voice sounded muffled.

“When the Fallen Apostle first took me in, it was Sister Bellavilla who cared for me… She said as long as Visca obeyed her commands, she could… she could stay…”

“And what else?”

Such a vague answer could hardly lead to any conclusion; was it just “shelter”? Did the Fallen Apostle really call letting Visca be cannon fodder “sheltering” her?

Visca comfortably shifted, then continued, “Sister Bellavilla gave me tasks, saying I was useful… She acknowledged my value… Hehe, I was always with Sister Bellavilla; she looked after me… yes, looked after me…”

As she spoke, Visca’s voice gradually softened, and a few seconds later, the sound of the little one’s uniform snoring rose, while Pandora, not far away, sighed softly, came over, and picked up her sister to put her on the bed.

We were left looking at each other.

“Lin Xue, what do you think?”

Knowing that such a trickery-filled matter was not suitable for Qianqian to analyze, I focused my gaze on Prophet Lin, who was playing with her nails.

“Nothing of reference value, I suppose,” Miss Lin shook her head, “It seems obvious that it’s merely Visca’s subjective feelings, particularly from a period when her mind wasn’t sound. Whether she had a normal world view and understanding of friends and foes at that time is still unknown; the gentle sister in her memory might just be a figment of her own imagination.”

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, “Could it be that severe?”

Lin Xue rolled her eyes at me, “I’ve been learning some psychology with Lilina for the past few days.”

Me: “…”

Lin Xue continued her analysis, “And from what Visca has described, what can you make of it? That ‘Sister Bellavilla’ was clearly using Visca as a tool all along. What did she give? She merely recognized Visca’s value as a ‘tool,’ and that was enough to utterly deceive Visca, who was incredibly vulnerable back then. I absolutely do not believe in the existence of anyone resembling a living saint among the Fallen Apostles–of course, discussing this now is pointless, Bellavilla is finished, what remains is a slow-witted Silvia and her powers that I wonder if she can still control. I finally understand why I couldn’t see her future; Energy Vacuum, her Anti-Magic Coefficient, might soon reach Magic Immunity Level.”

“But her physical defense is almost zero.”

I smiled and comforted Miss Lin, Silvia–or rather, Bellavilla–who was somewhat disheartened because her abilities were being countered. A typical Xyrin Apostle who could convert energy into matter, just like Alaya, she had outrageous resistance to energy, but her ability in physical combat, well, she could probably barely win against Bubbles.

“Ah Jun, what’s the next step? What do you plan to do with this Bellavilla?”

Qianqian looked into my eyes with some confusion; it was evident that she felt conflicted.

“Let’s bring her back first. A former Fallen Apostle, she holds many secrets that are extremely valuable to us. Moreover, it seems now that Bellavilla’s will has disappeared. To kill someone, who’s unaware and innocent because of an identity that has already vanished, you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Qianqian let out a relieved smile, which clearly showed that although Bellavilla was the enemy, she still had quite a liking for Silvia.

“Alright, alright, discussion over. Let’s go back to sleep.”

Lin Xue clapped her hands, reminding us of the passing time, and then dragged me out of the room.

“You’re a grown man lingering in a girl’s room in the middle of the night, aren’t you ashamed… Let’s go, let’s go…”

Without allowing me to protest, Miss Lin had pushed me out of the room within ten seconds.

Standing outside, I shrugged helplessly at Lin Xue, who was smiling triumphantly: “You girl…”

“Wood,” Lin Xue, who had just been cheerful, suddenly showed a hesitant expression, “Tell me, could it be that you’ve fallen for that white-haired girl inside?”

I was immediately horrified: “Girl, what did you eat tonight?!”

“It’s serious!” Lin Xue raised her fist as if to strike, but at the last moment she let it drop, “I noticed you care quite a bit about Silvia–of course, I admit, apart from her past as a Fallen Apostle, I quite like Silvia’s character now too.”

I immediately waved my hands: “Stop jumping to conclusions, my dear Miss. You’ve admitted yourself that Silvia’s character is likable. That’s exactly why I care about her, don’t you think she seems like a sister who needs sympathy and care?”

Lin Xue pondered for a moment, then nodded: “True, you really do need a more normal, more gentle sister.”

…Would you dare to make your thought process public?

After saying goodnight to Lin Xue, we went back to our own rooms. I didn’t know whether the carefree Qianqian could sleep peacefully, but I was slightly insomniac.

Regarding Silvia’s past identity, I felt that nothing could be found out from Visca, who had always lived in a daze; even if she was close to Bellavilla, I doubted she could have a clear and correct impression of the past, just like Lin Xue said, the once kind and amiable Silvia might just be a figment of Visca’s imagination.

The second point, about Silvia’s current state, possessing a Xyrin Apostle’s body and some innate talents, but having lost all memories, even thinking of herself as an orphan raised in Academy City. I found it hard to believe what she must have encountered after withdrawing from the Azeroth, what kind of situation could turn a powerful Fallen Apostle into this.

What role had Aresta played during this time? Undoubtedly, Silvia’s so-called “adoption” experience was entirely fabricated. She only had memories of a few months, from the time she arrived in this world, and everything before that was naturally concocted at will by some crafty old fox from the Academy City. There was no way Aresta hadn’t noticed the girl’s abnormalities, so what exactly was his plan? First, he let Silvia be abducted by the Roman Orthodox, and then used it as leverage to drag us into the battle between the Academy City and the Roman Orthodox. The Tubeman, what secrets was he hiding…

Various speculations scrolled through my mind, and after an unknown period, I finally fell into a groggy sleep.

I was awakened by pressure–this was something rather tear-jerking that happened the next morning.

As I suddenly woke from a terrible dream of being crushed under a mammoth, I felt a fragrantly soft body pressing down on me. Alright, I admit, at this moment, my mind generated up to 20GB of high-definition conjectures, but ultimately, when I looked down, it was, unsurprisingly, some Little Loli dressed in cartoon pajamas sleeping obliviously with a gloomy little face.

Feeling movement on my body, Vis moved a bit and then slowly opened her eyes. Her red catlike pupils curved into a joyful arc at the moment they faced me, “Brother Brother! Good morning!”

…Okay, at least it’s only her this time. If it were usual, Little Baobao might have joined in…

“Lord Brother, good morning…”

I had just finished feeling relieved when a soft voice beside me stiffened me up completely.

Squeaking and creaking, I turned my head and saw a dazed Angel Sister rubbing her sleepy eyes, rising from the bed into a beautiful scene. Her silver hair was coated with a brilliant glow by the morning’s golden sunlight, and the young girl’s stunning face, still somewhat befuddled from sleep, became even more adorable. Her gentle white dress was unwittingly squished out of shape by its clueless owner, with a 1080p HD imagery faintly visible. Alaya lazily stretched, mumbling a good morning to me and started her routine morning wing-expansion exercise, but then–

She fell backwards with a thud–I was pressing on her wings.

“Ah… Alaya! What are you doing here… No, no, I mean, how did you come out of my Spirit Sea!?”

Alaya, while nursing her precious feathers, answered bewilderingly, “Seems like I fell out after falling asleep…”

Falling out of someone else’s mind after falling asleep? Don’t you think that’s a bit too Elm Street?

Wait, did I just spend the whole night holding Angel Sister? Meow, did I really sleep so deeply last night because I went to bed too late? Why don’t I have any memory of it?

“Lord Brother?”

Alaya looked at me bewilderingly as she saw the changing expressions on my face and suddenly came closer, draping her wings in front of me, “I can’t reach the feathers at the back, Lord Brother, can you check if they are messed up?”

“Wait, wait, hold on, Alaya, about last night… nothing happened, right?”

Alaya’s expression was pure and confused–her face always carried confusion.

Forget it, with little Visca lying on top of me, I guess nothing much could have happened. Besides, could it be that I was looking forward to something from this air-headed angel–Alaya, can you straighten your skirt before you check those top-tier wings of yours? Don’t you know that this time of the morning is when young men are most vulnerable to excitation?

A rather chaotic morning arrived when Vis, yawning around my neck, and Alaya, busy straightening her clothes, followed me from the room. As Lin Xue came towards us, the expression on her face twisted to the extreme. I felt that any random thought she might be picturing in her mind if revealed, could end my story right there. You should know that in such situations, the inappropriate thoughts popping into the Great Prophet’s head are so filthy they need to be censored before being shown to people.

“You really don’t get what I can do with a little girl who’s only four feet tall and a flashlight that could turn into light at any moment–well, actually, there’s still quite a lot I could do.”

At that time, people were starting to wake up, so I had the conspicuous Alaya revert to her energy form and hide back into her own Spirit Sea. Then I went to wash my face and freshen up when Qianqian just happened to come out from the opposite room, yawning. Lin Xue immediately grabbed her arm, “Hey Qianqian, Qianqian, this beast slept with Angel Sister last night! The pure and cute Alaya has been tainted oh…”

Qianqian nodded indifferently, “They always sleep together! Alaya and Ah Jun are always ready to merge.”

Lin Xue instantly felt awkward, while an elderly gentleman who had just come out of his room sighed about the perks of youth as he floated downstairs.

That afternoon, we accompanied Silvia, who had almost completely recovered from the after-effects of magic, on a flight back to Academy City. Visca seemed to have realized that her once “kind and dependable sister Bellavilla” was no longer around. She didn’t bring up this topic again but instead clung to me. However, from the depths of the little girl’s eyes, one could still discern a barely detectable sense of loss. Naturally, Pandora could more clearly share this feeling and for the first time chose to indulge Visca’s clingy behavior towards me.

When we returned to Academy City, the first thing we did was perform a comprehensive check-up on Silvia. Officially, it was just a routine physical, but I found this girl was incredibly easy to deceive. She would comply without hesitation to anything you told her, other than asking her to die, showing a complete lack of her own thoughts. This also had to do with her slow processing capacity. Many things were over before she even had a chance to think them through…

“How impressive–” Even when exclaiming, Silvia was still dawdling, “You said you work at the research institute, I didn’t expect you to be the Director…”

You really have no thoughts about that suspicious series of physical examinations you just went through?

After we temporarily set up a room for Silvia in the research institute, I asked her to rest well there. I also arranged for Vega and her elite scorpions to personally guard her. No matter what Aresta’s plans were, I absolutely couldn’t allow a former Fallen Apostle to enter an uncontrollable state again. Meanwhile, in the underground information center of the institute, three Xyrin Hosts were processing the information we had obtained.

“Speaking of which, why haven’t we seen Kiyama Haruaki?”

Besides the three high-speed operating Xyrin Hosts in the underground information center, I didn’t see that female researcher who almost always worked through the night. This surprised me somewhat.

A Xyrin Technician assisting here (just helping to operate those special Xyrin Equipment really) answered beside me, “She’s in the third expansion area with the children we just brought back. The simulation experiment is going quite well, so she’s much more cheerful than before, at least it’s a hundred times easier to persuade her to take a break from work now–She really is a remarkable human, both as a mentor and as a researcher.”

The researcher’s tone held a note of admiration, stirring a slight interest in me, “A Xyrin Scientist actually showing respect to a scientist from a primitive civilization?”

“It’s not about the level of civilization; the true spirit of a researcher is what’s most precious. Her knowledge is indeed very outdated, but I admit she’s an excellent researcher. Honestly, the energy she has demonstrated far exceeds the limits of what humans can achieve. I’m even considering studying this as a separate topic.”

Indeed, she was a soldier brought out by Taville.

“Any findings on Silvia’s situation?”

I looked at the three Xyrin Hosts in the crystal prism in front of me, their eyes tightly shut, and asked mildly.

Immediately, the air around us filled with a mass of complex data and graphics. The connected trio of hosts slightly opened their eyes that flickered with light, and the researcher beside reported, “The scanning results on the target are quite clear–she is a Xyrin Apostle transformed by unknown energy. However, since her original identification code and various unique marks have already vanished, apart from confirming that she is an energy-based creature, we can’t determine which kind of Xyrin Apostle she belongs to. The target’s memory core has obviously suffered heavy damage, with much data either damaged or lost. We’ve uploaded all of it to Shadow Base and Moon Base, and other Xyrin Hosts are helping with the analysis, hoping to recover some of it, but the chances are slim. We’re applying for the use of the Mother Xyrin Host. Additionally, we’ve conducted a simple test on her ability form–her power seems to still exist, but due to soul dispersion, it cannot be used autonomously. It’s confirmed that a certain talent, capable of dispelling all energy in an area when subjected to a specific shock, is still active. Currently, other than spiritual energy and void energy, no energy form immune to this dispelling has been discovered. We’re also experimenting with the specific shock that triggers this talent. Here is a portion of the data we’ve confirmed.”

The researcher spoke, sending a holographic data sheet through the air to me, which detailed several external stimuli that could potentially trigger Silvia’s energy vacuum.

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