An ordinary, middle-aged man sat in the empty papal room, his hands crossed in front of his chin. The two clusters of silver-white candles that slowly lit on his left and right sides made his face look extraordinarily pale.

His hair is a silver-white head with some yellowing, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated, and he looks like he is just the average human in terms of appearance, voice, and age.

However, his eyes are extremely abnormal, completely different from the ordinariness that he has always emphasized on the outside.

His half-open and half-closed silver-white pupils had been glittering with a metallic sheen, and he looked particularly ruthless against the backdrop of the silver-white candle flame.

That kind of ruthlessness is not the indifference of feelings, nor is it the coldness of character. That's just because they've lived so long that everything has lost its meaning of existence.

He silently stretched out his hand and straightened the hideous-looking head in front of him.

"First meeting, Silver."

He whispered, "If anything is rude, please forgive me." ”

"Forgiveness? Ha, that's a good word! Taunt is beautiful! I ask you, have you prayed for your sins? ”

Without warning, the head raised the corners of its mouth and asked in a cold arc.

He stared intently at the Professor, the cruel executioner who desecrated the temple and slaughtered the town, trying to find in his face the cowardice and madness that could not be hidden.

But Duoduo was disappointed.

The Professor's face was flat, as if he had rightfully turned the people of a town into the undead of that bad spirit, and he was not to be held accountable.

"I need not pray, for I am not guilty."

The professor just shook his head and replied in an extremely flat voice, "Sooner or later, you will be grateful to me." ”

“…… No need to pray? In the clear? ”

Duoduo was immediately enraged by this arrogant answer, and his bright red eyes flashed as if two lines of blood and tears were about to shed at any moment.

The furious fury of a beast in his eyes suddenly rose and burned.

But before he could speak, the professor suddenly reached out and gently clasped his fingers on the forehead of the head.

With a faint, dull thud, Duoduo's skull was shattered head-on. The invisible force penetrated and completely shattered his brain. Duoduo's roar choked in his throat before he could utter, and it stopped abruptly.

Of course, the professor knew that this level of attack would definitely not be able to completely wipe out an undead. His soul would inevitably be reborn in armor or clay, but that was enough.

After all, all the professor wanted to do was to get him out of the field for a while.

"That's enough."

The professor slowly closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said softly, "Now there are no outsiders, you can come out." ”

"Correct a little. That's not an outsider. ”

A pitch-black silhouette slowly emerged behind him as the professor called, and a lazy and indifferent voice sounded directly from the professor's heart: "He is my people, my priest, and the loyal follower of little Roland. ”

The professor just shook his head.

"But in the face of the Dusk Seed, he is also just a mortal."

He opened his mouth and questioned, "What can this weak loyalty bring?" ”

"Nothing to do with that. All you need to know is that he is a disciple of the Savior—"

The tutor's voice raised slightly, becoming stern. Just hearing that rebuke was enough to freeze the mortal's soul and die suddenly in an instant.

Hearing the tutor's words, the professor's pupils shrank slightly: "You say...... Savior? The Second Savior? ”

"That's right."

The mentor sighed deeply and said, "It is the plan proposed by the Sage you serve, the Prophet Akasha. That plan is still in progress. ”

"I think you remember the Iron Law of Hindsight - no one, including the Sage, knows the history and the future that encompasses him. Otherwise, the information pushed from the infinite future will directly break through the time wall, all the way to the past, and turn the time of the present moment into an extremely chaotic situation. In this way, only the Sage who does not exist in anyone's memory can see the future. This is also the meaning of the existence of the Hindsight. ”

"At that time, Akasha told me that he saw a terrible future."

The Elder Sleep Mentor sighed and continued, "That is the end of the world. But because that future includes all of Faenns, this future cannot be told to anyone. It was then necessary to summon a Savior from several nearby worlds and let him save the world with what he knew about the future of Farnes. ”

"At that time, Akasha had made hundreds of copies of what he saw as the future of Faens, sending one copy of every world that Father Aum had marked. At that time, the best-case scenario we expected was that some large civilization that had established a base against Dusk would come to this world and save Faennes, but even if it was just a civilization similar to that of the Faense tribes, it would not hurt to receive the future. We will directly call the soul of the intended 'Savior' directly. In order to avoid being captured by the Twilight Species, this history is set up to be obtained by races that possess language and dreams, appearing in dreams in an inspired way. ”

"Then, there's the history you know - the story of Roman, the Silver Queen, who saved the world."

However, she failed. After that, the future changed again, but by this time Akashya was already dying. The last thing he could do on his deathbed was to send his changed future back to Roman's world. ”

"We were ready to fail. But unexpectedly, history was sent again successfully. ”

"Luckily, history was made into a game this time. For a time, in a way that completely exceeded our expectations, this part of the history of Faennes spread to the whole world. ”

"After a lot of surprises, Raom and I were a little hesitant. In light of Roman's lessons, we finally decided to do some selection...... Pick out people who are ruthless enough but not quirky, have enough intelligence and reflexes, and have no memories in the original world. ”

"So, the last choice is Roland?"

The professor raised an eyebrow.

"It can only be Roland." The mentor corrected, "Because Roland is Roman, he and Roman's soul are of the same origin, and he can be one with Roman. At that time, it can be said that the only choice was Roland...... Unfortunately, he rejected my offer. ”

“…… I see. ”

The professor sighed, "If you had told me these things a few years ago, I probably wouldn't be here today." ”

"It's okay, Victor."

The teacher's languid and flat voice rang out: "You are also the chosen people of the Holy One. Your authority is on the same level as Claudia, and in the Pope's absence, you are the greatest here. ”

“…… So, I still hate your old-fashioned way of thinking. If you're furious right now, maybe I'll feel better right now. ”

"Victor, I'm not human."

"So, you don't understand humans."

"What the hell are you going to do, Victor?"

The Elder Sleep Tutor finally couldn't help but ask.

Victor paused, raised his head and replied lightly: "Originally, my plan was to take advantage of Roland's general trend to unify the world in another way, merge the outer space with the help of the law of the Aum Wall, and seal all the cracks in the entire Faennes. ”

"In that case, sooner or later, the world of Faense will run out of energy."

"It's better than being invaded by dusk."

Victor unceremoniously interrupted the mentor.

The Elder Sleep Master just shook his head indifferently and asked, "So, what now?" What are you going to do? ”

"Now......"

The professor muttered, looking up, his gaze tilted to the east, his eyes too deep to see.

“…… At least first, let's form a legion. (To be continued.) )