Sorcerer’s Handbook

“Are you really here to assassinate the Princess…”

Ashe, of course, did not confess.

It wasn’t because he was particularly brave, facing Qenna’s intimidation without anger and actively approaching her, but because he simply couldn’t confess-Annan’s Pact forbade them from disclosing secrets on their own. Ashe couldn’t even report to the Sword Princess that he had gained a daughter, so how could he possibly tell Qenna about her daughter’s plan?

But whether he confessed or not made little difference-as long as Ashe was here, the others were certainly here too, and since they had infiltrated the Royal Palace on the night of the Court Banquet, they weren’t here to assassinate the ruler. Could they be simply dining together?

So when Ashe turned the question around and asked, “Do you know about the Tower?” Qenna immediately understood that her daughter brought these friends to raid the Tower.

“We’re not here to assassinate the Princess.” Since Qenna had guessed it, Ashe could say a bit more: “We just want to nullify her rank.”

“The result is the same,” Qenna mused. “Empress Yisuo is bound to be the First Gospel. Without the First Gospel, Empress Yisuo will have to hold on for another fifty years or the Yisuo Royal Family will be extinguished… If you’re successful, the realm will face an unprecedented century of turmoil.”

“But even without the First Gospel, the Yisuo Royal Family has other heirs, right? They can have someone else ascend to the throne. Wouldn’t others revolt just because it isn’t the First Gospel?” Ashe tried to downplay the danger of their mission.

However, Qenna nodded: “Yes, they would.”

Qenna continued, “Do you think countless dynasties in history declined for no reason? Do you think our various Families and Consortiums are restricted to only our own cities for no reason?”

“Why hasn’t the Six Heraldry expanded to other cities? Beauty Houttuynia Farm may be a unique legend, but couldn’t we reduce its scale and create smaller White Mist areas in other cities?”

“Why hasn’t Belldate’s ‘Bell-Pay System’ spread beyond Mephila? Is it because the Bell-Pay System isn’t attractive enough or because Belldate is unambitious and doesn’t want domination over the whole population?”

Ashe hesitated a bit: “Because of the law?”

“Compared to the selfish nature honed over a long period, laws are merely a naive social experiment,” Qenna said. “Expansion is the instinct of all organizations, whether Families, consortiums, or enterprises. When an organization grows to a certain size, it must strike and annex other organizations, leading to internal conflict, hatred, corruption, decay, and ultimately collapse.”

“Now, each Family and consortium is confined to its own city, dedicating all their energy to developing production, competing for rankings, and accumulating the First Gospel, without any ambition to expand, and rarely engaging in conflicts with other forces. Do you know how the Yisuo Royal Family has maintained this favorable situation for seven hundred years?”

“How did they manage it?”

“I don’t know,” Qenna shrugged. “All I know is that it’s related to the First Gospel. Any dynasty that didn’t sustain its rule through the First Gospel has already vanished in history.”

“So, your attempt to assassinate the Princess this time might hasten the fragmentation of the Gospel at best, or at worst, lead us toward a future woven by the top three rankings,” the Elf patriarch’s tone gradually grew colder. “Cities destroyed, necromancy rampant, schemes running wild… The world moving toward Doomsday, the Gospel’s glory no more.”

“Ashe,” she said coldly, “what do you think I will do? Secretly stop you or report you directly?”

“I guess your next step is to assist us.”

“Oh?”

“If you were truly so lawful and good, you would have sent me, a fugitive, to the Imperial Capital for a reward a month ago and locked Annan up, feeding her once a day with Lala Fatty. But you didn’t. You’ve allowed us to move freely, tried to persuade us to join Senhaeser, and even attempted to take Dolan’s legacy from Annan.”

“At that time, I didn’t think it would be this serious,” Qenna poked his chest with her finger. “Now I’m afraid, isn’t that enough?”

“But you’re not one to be afraid,” Ashe said. “You are creatures of the white mist indulging in dreams, drunkards living in revelry, madmen who take pleasure whenever they can. You are not afraid to become the nourishment for Beauty Houttuynia; why would you fear a distant future disaster?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“The reason the Six Heraldry aren’t concerned with reality is because reality pales in comparison to the excitement of the Dream. Instead of wasting time managing the real world, they’d rather leave that to the Family and devote themselves entirely to the Dream. On the flip side, if they could find something in reality that offers a thrill comparable to the Dream, no matter how dangerous, the clansmen of the Six Heraldry probably wouldn’t hesitate to pursue it.”

“After we left Vamora, I occasionally pondered why your legendary necromancer ancestor established the White Mist System,” Ashe continued. “He had no need for Beauty Houttuynia and caring for the clansmen seemed like an exaggeration…”

“It wasn’t until I spent more time with Harvey that I began to understand-abandoning reality turns the clansmen into fearless soldiers. The boundless fantasies of the Family Dream provide an excellent training ground. The White Mist, which gives strong positive mental feedback, is the best stimulant and morale booster.”

“The Beauty Houttuynia Farm we see is actually the Six Heraldry’s ‘power-saving mode.’ If the Six Heraldry were to fully mobilize, using their peak willpower technology to send clansmen into battle, once they die, they become prime necromancer material, ready to be awakened and continue fighting for the Six Heraldry.”

“From the very beginning,” Ashe looked at Qenna, “the Six Heraldry have coveted the Yisuo Royal Family’s throne.”

“Setting aside that those are baseless accusations,” Qenna replied, “even if that were true, those were our ancestor’s ambitions. I am merely a young patriarch living in peaceful times.”

‘A young patriarch’… Ashe spread his hands. “Alright, I’ve run out of objective reasons to argue your true intentions. I have only one subjective thought left.”

“What thought?”

“You and Annan are mother and daughter. Annan is still deeply influenced by you, and many of her behaviors echo yours,” Ashe said. “Since Annan can persistently chase after the dangerous and elusive Divine Sovereign’s Wish, I don’t believe you are truly a conservative patriarch content with just protecting the Family.”

“First, protecting the Family doesn’t necessarily mean being conservative. Even with ambition, it’s ultimately for the Family’s future,” Qenna stared at him. “Secondly, I haven’t been in contact with you much. You say Annan’s behaviors are similar to mine… What behaviors exactly?”

Ashe sighed in relief. “So, you intend to assist us?”

“The Yisuo Royal Family has existed for too long, to the point of becoming a hindrance,” Qenna smiled. “Even we at Senhaeser would like to see the peak of the Gospel.”

“And Vamora alone is truly too small to contain six heraldry Families.”

These casual words fully revealed the Elf patriarch’s ambitious nature. Having made her decision, Qenna would not hesitate. “How do you need me to help you?”

“We are currently bound by a work Pact and unable to leave the banquet hall,” Ashe explained. “I need you to find a way to free us from this work state so that we can get a chance to find the Tower and abduct the princess.”

The two quickly discussed several plans, but they were all filled with randomness and had a low success rate. Qenna pondered, “While I’m willing to help you sink Yisuo, I can’t risk being discovered by the Yisuo Royal Family. If anything unforeseen happens or if I find the risk too high, I will stop.”

“Very reasonable,” Ashe replied. “Do your best, and I’ll give it my all.”

After refining the plan’s details, Qenna suddenly asked, “So what do you want?”

Ashe was taken aback.

“Senhaeser wants to feast on the Yisuo Royal Family’s fall, seizing the chaos to claim the highest throne; Annan seeks the Divine Sovereign’s Wish… what about you?”

“Because of the Pact, I must participate in this mission for Annan. It’s not like I’m willingly chasing a dream,” Ashe shrugged. “However, if there can be multiple wishes and there’s room, Annan will help fulfill mine.”

“If those were your only reasons, your eyes would show reluctance, fear, and anxiety,” Qenna said. “But you don’t have any of these negative emotions, and after being captured by me, you were still able to calmly pull me into your camp.”

“Well…” Ashe coughed a couple of times, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I just felt like you wouldn’t hurt me…”

“That feeling is wrong; I do very much want to hurt you,” Qenna said bluntly, with a straightforwardness that was somewhat scary. “And you’re still avoiding my question.”

Ashe remained silent for a moment. “I’m just a bit curious. Curious about what would happen without the First Gospel, and whether I could disrupt the future Weave of the Gospel.”

“But don’t you feel the weight of it all?” Qenna asked. “Remember, to this day, you are still the prime suspect in causing the Doomsday future. It might very well be because you assassinated the princess, nullifying the First Gospel.”

“If it really is because I nullified the First Gospel that caused the Doomsday, then though I might feel terribly unlucky, I would still do it and not regret it one bit,” Ashe said. “Qenna, do you think I’m special?”

“Yes, I do.”

“…No, I don’t think I’m special at all,” Ashe countered. “Even if there wasn’t an Ashe, there would be a Soashe, Renashe, or Liashe. If I weren’t here, the culprit of the Gospel Weave might be Igor or Harvey, or even Banjeet…”

“In the end, if one person can bring down an entire Kingdom, do you think it’s the person’s fault or the Kingdom’s fault? There’s a saying, ‘the world goes on without any one person,’ which means individuals aren’t that important. But if an individual is crucial enough that the world would collapse without them, is that really a healthy world?”

Qenna nodded thoughtfully. “So you never feel that you need to take responsibility for the future calamities or the women you’ve attracted?”

Ashe half-joked, “Well, at least half of them I don’t need to.”

Qenna, as curious as her daughter, pressed, “But what if it truly is because of you that the Doomsday happens?”

Ashe rolled his eyes at her. “Then I’ll drink red wine while watching the world burn.”

Having finished their discussion, the two opened the door and left the restroom.

However, as soon as they stepped out, they saw a Court attendant standing outside. Although they looked entirely different, Qenna instantly recognized her daughter.

Despite the serious conversation they had just had, seeing her daughter always stirred Qenna’s playful side. She lightly patted Ashe’s shoulder. “Relax, I set up a Silence Barrier earlier, so she couldn’t have heard us, no matter how loud we were.”

“I wasn’t worried…”

“Back to work,” Annan glared at Qenna, tugging at Ashe’s sleeve as she pulled him away.

Qenna returned to the hall and met up with Nona, who asked curiously, “Where were you just now?”

“Restroom.”

“For that long?”

“Ashe Heath was also in there.”

Nona blinked in surprise. “Oh… well, then it’s not that long.”

If there weren’t so many people around, Qenna might have considered giving Nona a playful swat to wake her up.