Nevertheless, no matter how Isabella had managed to improve her relationship with Creis, it had helped Gabriella achieve her ultimate goal.
In the end, Gabriella forcibly shifted the topic onto Lartomia.
Isabella offered no opinion on the matter, after all, she still could not reveal her true identity.
“Lartomia was a rebellious human, and also an idealist.”
Creis’s voice sounded as if she were delivering a judgment.
“Mother Creis looks rather angry.”
“This is not anger.”
Creis’s gaze turned icy after she looked at a bird outside the window, yet it quickly returned to its previous calm.
“Lartomia is the greatest enemy of the Heavenly Oracle Envoys. She is skilled at dealing with Heavenly Oracle Envoys, and can even slay gods.”
Creis looked into Gabriella’s eyes.
“In short, she is a dangerous existence. If I am not mistaken, she is still alive.”
“Do you intend to kill her?”
“That’s right.”
Creis’s voice was resolute.
“Her goal is to eradicate all deities. In fact she nearly succeeded. Now, far too many enemies still remain in this world.”
At these words, Gabriella subconsciously placed a hand on her stomach.
“As for the matters concerning the Heavenly Oracle Envoys and Monastar, we need to proceed step by step. After ten thousand years, they may not necessarily understand us. I believe they are hiding enormous secrets.”
With that, both Isabella and Gabriella gave her affirmative looks.
Creis walked out of the room, deliberately leaving Isabella and Gabriella enough “time alone together.”
Nowadays she rarely took the initiative to monitor the two of them.
Clearly, she had already placed sufficient trust in the Evil God’s “new identity.”
Throughout the entire morning, Isabella lay beside Gabriella.
Unlike at night, Isabella would lie outside the covers, a book in her hands, sometimes writing and drawing on it, sometimes carefully reading the text, and occasionally glancing at Gabriella to see whether she had fallen asleep.
Only after Gabriella asked did she learn that this book was a magical tool used to transmit information with Elsa.
At present, after Olivia’s research, it was the only method that could deceive Creis’s eyes and establish contact with the Demon King’s Castle.
Through roundabout questioning and hints, Gabriella learned that everything in the Demon King’s Castle was steadily improving.
The wheels of the demon race’s development were turning at every moment, leaving a straight and graceful track along the path of prosperity.
“What’s wrong, wife?”
“Still calling me wife…” Gabriella said softly.
“Isabella doesn’t plan to change it. I’ll keep calling you wife.”
“By the way, what’s wrong with your stomach?”
“Nothing.”
“If you say nothing, then there is something, isn’t there?”
As she spoke, Isabella climbed down, gripped Gabriella’s wrist with one hand, and with the other pulled open the covers in front of Gabriella before gently pressing down on her arm.
It must be an illusion.
When did Isabella become this obsessive? Well, maybe it’s…
Gabriella lowered her head and said, “If I’m not mistaken, there should be two lives inside my belly.”
“In other words, you knew from the very beginning that there were two… not children, but Loli as well?”
“Of course.”
Isabella bumped Gabriella’s nose lightly, then sat down on her thighs.
“I thought my wife already knew. So, does it feel uncomfortable… Right now the embryonic development period has indeed begun. Before long Gabriella’s belly will get more and more… Alright, I won’t say it. Dummy wife.”
Gabriella pinched Isabella’s thigh, though the stockings made it hard to pinch properly.
“It’s about Lartomia.”
“What does she have to do with it?”
Before Gabriella could begin explaining, Isabella was already looking at her with astonished eyes, clearly having understood everything.
“You mean…?” Isabella first supplied the answer. “Loli is Lartomia?”
“Yes.”
“Impossible.”
A powerhouse like Lartomia could not possibly possess only the combat strength of a Saintess level.
Moreover, attaching her body to a sword—strictly speaking that was not even reincarnation.
As expected, it would need to be tested.
If she truly was Lartomia, perhaps she could resonate with [Soul Severing].
Gabriella sat up.
After locking eyes with Isabella, the two of them nodded at each other, understanding each other’s intent.
Of course, the current time was already before lunch, which counted as a reasonable time to go out.
If there was any method that could serve as a test, it would certainly be the weapon [Soul Severing].
Legend had it that this weapon was one Lartomia herself had once created, and only she alone could use this divine artifact without a fairy possessing it.
They had not walked far outside when they came face to face with Morphis and Philina.
Morphis was holding Philina’s face, pressing her against the wall.
Yet their movements were blocked by a broom, making it impossible to tell whether they were licking the food residue left on each other’s faces or continuously kissing each other’s lips.
“Little Mo~”
“Philina… like.”
The two immediately separated.
Under the sunlight, many glistening droplets remained on Morphis’s cherry lips, and those eyes of hers radiated the teasing unique to demons.
Morphis had already become the same kind.
Just a moment ago Morphis had still worn a greedy, demanding expression, yet the instant the setting became slightly more formal she reverted to that quiet young girl.
“Lady Silver-White Sword Empress.”
“Lady Gabriella~”
The cover of the Prayer Codex at her waist had completely turned pitch-black.
Wrapped in ominous purple-red chains, it looked as though some curse had been sealed within. Gabriella understood exactly what this represented.
“Good noon. By the way, how is Roselyn’s situation?”
Isabella asked.
“She was fine when she first arrived. We talked a lot, but two hours ago she left the mansion and stopped in the garden. I don’t know what she’s doing.”
Philina touched her lips.
“Maybe she doesn’t trust us.”
Morphis added, “She doesn’t seem to trust us Heavenly Oracle Envoys. It’s rather troublesome. Lady Gabriella, please be careful.”
Gabriella was momentarily speechless.
Their meaning was as if they were saying “when you make Roselyn fall, be careful—this is a tough bone to chew.”
However, they had not misunderstood.
The two of them walked down to the first floor and set out from the rear courtyard all the way to a small garden several dozen meters away.
At that moment Roselyn was standing beneath a tree, staring blankly at the floors of the mansion.
She wore a black tailcoat.
The white shirt could not completely restrain her beautiful figure.
Her slender legs were wrapped in black trousers, and her lovely hair was tied up, looking especially refreshing and androgynous, yet without losing the slightest softness befitting a Heavenly Oracle Envoy.
After noticing the two of them, Roselyn walked swiftly yet elegantly up to Gabriella and performed a standard gentleman’s bow.
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