Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

From the timetable obtained by their assault team, it was clearly at dusk when Violet confronted Rashal.

The actual node where Rashal fought against Violet and Hesintos couldn't possibly have ninth-order combat power.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Lanci asked again.

Others didn't know.

They knew, when Rashal escaped from Blood Moon City, he had already been beaten by him twice.

This was tantamount to telling him that Tata had successfully defeated Violet and Hesintos alone.

"..."

Whether it was the companions who had roughly deduced the cause and effect before Lanci started speaking, or the ones who were previously in chaos, they all completely understood Lanci's point.

"Lanci, that's enough!"

Talia looked at everyone's thoughtful expressions, anxiously stomping her feet on the sofa, not even enjoying the cookies.

She knew, under Lanci's analogy, everyone considered her as a standard unit of combat power, and they were all thinking about how she could defeat Violet and Hesintos.

But she couldn't deny Lanci's analogy as it was too easily understandable!

Hesintos's perfect script might seem like a flawless heroic epic to the residents of Brilda and even the masses of the Cerryti Empire, but for those with an information gap like the Silvermoon Reform Association, it was undoubtedly a huge flaw.

There was no need for Rashal to risk his life to kill Emperor Saint Baldo; the person he most wanted to kill must be Lanci.

"That is to say, the only reasonable explanation is that Hesintos betrayed Violet, meow?"

The Cat Boss in Hyperion's arms asked timidly.

From its perspective, Hesintos's change of face was too horrifying.

Violet, who could have won, was stabbed in the back by the most trusted Hesintos at the crucial moment.

Thus, Violet lost and became uncertain in life and death.

And Hesintos took advantage of the weakened Rashal, allowing him to regain ninth-order power by nighttime, then started a self-directed performance, with Rashal launching a suicidal attack on Emperor Saint Baldo, only for Hesintos to finish off the already severely wounded Rashal, becoming the hero of the empire.

"It can only be like this; all of this is merely a stage constructed for the birth of a hero."

The Bingxue Witch looked at the Cat Boss in Hyperion's arms.

Hyperion, still somewhat weak at this moment, had the Cat Boss worried for her, so it ran over to her side.

However, Hyperion didn't seem so uncomfortable now due to the backlash from Melogas's poison.

Her father Migaya and mother Isatia were now with her.

From initially hoping for a mother by her side, now it seemed Hyperion had too many mothers, surrounding her completely.

"The grand scheme of the world, one black and one white, could be manipulated and controlled; if the player on those black-and-white chessboard grids is just one person, then without chaos, Hesintos would create chaos himself, and the one who settles it, is still Hesintos; what he does is not a struggle, but a performance requiring no rehearsal."

The Bingxue Witch spoke with a worried and deeply chilling expression.

Hesintos's actions must have been for the people, selflessly dedicating himself.

He indeed managed to successfully deceive and steal fame, becoming the absolutely strongest person today.

"Artemis, how are you so knowledgeable?"

Sinola suddenly asked.

In her impression, Artemis, the anti-war Demon Race civil official, was the least likely to manipulate power tactics.

Though they vaguely reached this conclusion, none expressed it as clearly as the Bingxue Witch did in an instant.

"I..."

The Bingxue Witch blushed slightly.

She was embarrassed to say she had always imagined Loren that way.

In reality, Loren was a real gentleman, and it was someone else leading the grand drama in the world.

Seeing the Bishop of Hegemony in Brilda again on the South Continent was when Loren had passed away, and Artemis candidly asked Sigrid about the Northern and Southern Continental changes, only to learn it was Lanci and Tolyado's doing—all fake information.

She felt ashamed and had no place to hide.

Whenever recalling guarding against Loren like a thief at Ichrite, while Loren always treated her with kindness and sincerity, she felt guilty enough to tear up.

And now that Loren has already sacrificed, she has no chance to apologize to him.

Human life is as short as a candlelight, and she never truly understood that kind colleague with sincerity.

Now she can only carry unrealistic hopes daily in her prayers to the Goddess of Destiny, hoping for a miracle, wishing the Goddess of Destiny would protect the Great Priest and have him return.

Persecuting Loren in this manner is something she'll never do again.

"So in summary, someone stole our fruits of victory, and that biggest hidden danger lurking in the empire has always been the First Army God Hesintos... outwardly appearing as a well-meaning person, in reality, he's a lunatic who can harm Violet at any time, enjoying deceit and taking pleasure in slaughter and trampling on faithfulness?"

Hyperion, seemingly noticing Artemis's embarrassed thoughts, took over the words and spoke.

"That is the inference most fitting the reality."

Pranay nodded in response.

In the world line predicted by the Goddess of Destiny, if Lanci had done nothing, Hyperion would die early, the Blood Clan's plan would proceed smoothly; Hesintos might continue enduring until he finds a miracle to turn around and secretly harm the powerful Blood Clan, ultimately becoming the future hero of the empire.

Hesintos has always been the greatest hidden danger of the empire.