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At this moment, Kenma couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.

The original author was a genius, using every possible method to restrict the male lead's power.

Beatrice is an artificial Great Spirit. After signing a contract with someone, she can only use the contractor's own mana.

The original male lead had an extremely high spirit affinity and could have contracted several spirits at once, possessing formidable combat power.

However, because he signed a contract with Beatrice, and because Beatrice was a Great Spirit, he could no longer contract other spirits.

On top of that, the male lead's own gate was damaged. Putting these together, it became a shocking double handicap.

Just then, Kenma seemed to recall something and asked, "By the way, Beatrice, do you know the current Roswaal?"

Hearing this, Beatrice glanced at Kenma with some doubt, then shook her head. "The Roswaal Betty knew was just an ordinary human. After four hundred years, the current Roswaal who was killed by the Sin Archbishop is already who-knows-which generation. Betty doesn't know him."

"But what if I told you that the current one is the Roswaal you knew four hundred years ago?"

Kenma's words made Beatrice freeze in place, her pupils involuntarily contracting.

Her first reaction was disbelief. How could a human live for four hundred years? Roswaal could absolutely not have lived until now.

But in the next second, she thought of another possibility.

If it was that secret technique of possessing one's own bloodline, it actually seemed possible.

Seeing the shocked expression on her face, Kenma knew she had realized something, and continued with a smile, "Four hundred years ago, Roswaal learned of the bloodline secret technique in the Forbidden Library, and by continuously possessing his own descendants, he lived to this day, four hundred years later."

:But unfortunately, this time, before he could even find a target to possess, he was killed by Regulus. Well, there's no point in speaking of this now. Let's go."

Kenma turned and left, while Shaula followed skipping behind him, humming an unknown little tune.

"Master, Master~ When will you be willing to accept your apprentice's love? I won't marry anyone but Master in this lifetime."

Kenma found it rather amusing. He reached out and tapped Shaula's forehead, his tone teasing. "Have you ever seen an owner marry their own pet?"

Upon hearing this, Shaula, whose forehead had been tapped, immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.

"I've said it already, we have a Master-apprentice relationship! Master, don't raise me like a pet—though it's not like that's completely unacceptable... but I want to marry Master."

From the moment Kenma brought Shaula out of the Pleiades Watchtower, this girl, who had waited for four hundred years, decided that she must stay by her Master's side in this lifetime, never to be parted.

Whether now or in the future, until the end of her life, she would always, always love her Master.

Watching Kenma and Shaula bickering playfully and sharing such a close bond, Beatrice, who was behind them, paused, a bitter look appearing on her face.

Mother... is he truly Betty's 'that person'?

She took one last look back at the mansion she had lived in for four hundred years. A hint of reluctance appeared in her eyes, yet she did not turn back.

Goodbye, Roswaal.

Mother, where on earth are you?

—

Meanwhile, inside Kenma's mind.

The mother Beatrice constantly yearned for was currently rolling around here, tormented by the pain of repeated deaths, unable to even cry out.

Yet even as countless agonies invaded her mind, an unusual flush appeared on Echidna's face, and the smile on her face never faded.

This is wonderful! To be able to repeatedly experience this possibility of death, this is simply the best experiment! I love it so much!

Echidna made up her mind. If all she had to do was make a mistake to experience this ultimate punishment, to experience the possibility of maintaining her sanity amidst such pain...

She would definitely make a mistake the moment she got out!

...

The Sanctuary.

Only a massive crater remained here, devoid of any signs of life.

A white-haired figure descended upon this place, her white garment fluttering in the breeze, her eyes filled with gentleness.

Pandora raised her hand and blood couldn't help but flow from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, as if she were suffering immense pain.

The causality of this place was wildly distorted, and a certain singular existence was regenerating at an extremely rapid pace.

As if the time spent distorting causality had reached a certain critical point, Pandora's already pale face lost all trace of color, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Greed Factor has actually been taken away. To snatch it back, it seems an even greater causality is needed.

Though her Power of Causality was running low, the smile on her face never wavered.

She spread her arms, and an even more majestic Power of Causality distorted the established facts.

After a long time, she knelt on the ground, having lost the strength to stand, yet she still forced a smile.

"Welcome back, Sin Archbishop Regulus Corneas."

Standing before Pandora was indeed Regulus, who had previously been blasted into smithereens.

At this moment, having had causality distorted by Pandora at a massive cost, he was brought back to life by sheer force.

Regulus opened his eyes. His golden pupils first revealed confusion, but after scanning the surroundings, they returned to Pandora.

An arrogant smile surfaced on his face as he strode forward and picked up Pandora, who had collapsed weakly on the ground:

"Why are you here, my dear wife?"

Pandora had modified Regulus's perception. All of his other wives had completely vanished from his memory, turning him into a warrior of pure love.