Chapter 155: The Evil God Miss Wants to Know

She followed Philina back to the human camp.

She used a magic that disguised her appearance. 

As for why she brought the Saintess along, it was because the Saintess could hide all of Gabriella’s demonic features, preventing the humans from seeing those terrifying demon traits.

Gabriella observed the Shining Saint. 

She could indeed sense the immense power within her.

A heavenly oracle envoy fused with a weapon called the [Pray-er]. 

It was that iron-bound book at her waist that looked like a holy scripture.

What a formidable person.

“I am the heavenly oracle envoy, Morphis! Goddess Lady, it’s been so long. I never imagined I would be able to see you again today~”

“Lady Gabriella hasn’t fully regained her memories yet,” Philina explained.

“Hmm. In any case, now is the perfect opportunity to restore the [Holy Body].”

“Is that so?”

The corners of Gabriella’s mouth curved into a sly smile. 

“I often hear you all mention the [Holy Body]. It’s a special power unique to you, a body that can free itself from all curses, corruption, and influence.”

Morphis nodded. “That’s correct.”

Gabriella tilted her head with a smile. “Then I’ll be counting on both of you.”

How strange…

Why were Lady Gabriella and the Saintess both wearing maid uniforms?

Clear, rhythmic footsteps echoed. Sunlight filled the corridor. 

The girl’s hair, after being eroded by shadow, had turned into a more vivid crimson-purple. One of Isabella’s eyes had transformed into a cross-shaped pupil.

The vast shadow power within her body began to boil.

The evil god’s “her” was about to awaken.

“Haa—”

Isabella let out a long breath, trying to suppress the emotion, but “her” showed no sign of stopping, as if something had triggered her just moments ago.

Normally, she didn’t want to hand over her body to the evil god’s “her.”

Although she should switch and feel the other’s emotions to promote fusion, switching personalities back and forth like this would have a huge impact on Gabriella!

She still remembered how she had used the [Curse Ring] to control Gabriella, pinning her down and making her pregnant with their child.

My wife was being bullied.

Gabriella would become even more obedient and adorable than before.

But clearly “she” still didn’t understand what love was.

Or perhaps the hatred toward Gabriella hadn’t fully transformed into affection yet.

“Stop.”

Isabella muttered silently, but soon found herself ridiculous for talking to herself.

Yet if she didn’t deal with this emotion, she would turn into “her” again.

“Then let’s set aside a day for this.”

After careful consideration, Isabella stopped walking. 

Her skirt fluttered slightly from the momentum as she turned around and headed toward the maids’ lounge.

She needed to find someone—someone who might know the truth.

She didn’t want to interfere with Gabriella’s personal relationships, so she had never asked about what happened ten thousand years ago.

She had only learned a little from Olivia.

The direct cause of the conflict between the heavenly oracle envoys and the evil god was Olivia’s death.

Although it hadn’t specified who killed her, Isabella understood it in her heart.

Coincidentally, Liya had once been a heavenly oracle envoy. 

To learn more, she needed to ask the one who had once been a heavenly oracle envoy. She also had a request for Liya—or rather, an order.

Sure enough, she found the head maid working in the lounge, currently holding a meeting with the other maids.

Upon seeing the Demon Queen, Liya nodded slightly, gave a few brief instructions, and walked over to Isabella.

“May I ask what business Your Majesty the Demon King has with me?”

“Regarding the [Goddess]…”

Isabella’s voice trembled slightly. To suppress the boiling emotions inside, she kept her tone controlled.

Her cross-shaped pupils made Liya’s body tremble faintly.

“I understand.”

Isabella invited Liya to her office.

She signaled with her eyes that Liya could sit down, hoping to reduce the barrier between them.

That is, the heart-wrenching conflict between the heavenly oracle envoys and the evil god.

“Demon King… no, Evil God Lady. Do you wish to learn about the past?”

Isabella spoke the question that “she” wanted answered: “Yes, Miss Liya. Please tell me—who exactly was the [Apostle] that revived me?”

Liya tilted her head with a smile, clearly not expecting the other party to ask this crucial question.

“Oh? I thought Lady Gabriella had already told you.”

According to “her” memories, Gabriella had been very obedient that day.

When asked about the past, Gabriella hadn’t answered.

Who was that Apostle?

Isabella herself really wanted to know.

Who was it that, even after the evil god—herself—had been dead for countless years, still guarded her tomb and wanted to resurrect her?

Before, she hadn’t dared to ask.

In the past, many demons had feared her and been wary of her power.

And she herself had been an unpleasant, ill-tempered Demon King.

Only Gabriella liked her.

Therefore, even regarding the past, Isabella didn’t want to hear any name other than “Gabriella.”

If the one who had revived her was the Goddess Gabriella, then how many unknown stories was she carrying on her shoulders?

She should have asked long ago.

This time, she could no longer avoid it.

“She didn’t tell me, Liya… You should be my Apostle, right?”

“Yes. To be precise, I was personally converted into an Apostle by Gabriella.”

Isabella felt as if she were in a dream.

“It was Gabriella?”

“Yes.”

“I personally witnessed her die beneath the last Evil Tree, but I don’t know much more than that.” The more Liya spoke, the brighter the smile on her face became. 

“She did everything for you. Her goal was to revive you…”

“Is that so?”

Isabella nodded. That single sentence felt like she was asking her own heart.

Soon, the restlessness inside her disappeared.

In its place was an even stronger emotion, accompanied by intense curiosity.

It was as if she had just had a dream, and the emotions from that dream were what she was feeling now.

“Her” was trying to awaken and temporarily take control of this body.

Isabella sighed.

She didn’t resist. Instead, she calmly handed control over to her other self.

The moment she made this decision, the entire room darkened, as if black clouds had filled the space. 

There were no actual clouds—only the room eroded by shadow turning into deep, pitch-black darkness.

“Gabriella… Impossible. How could it be… you?”