Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Of course, he didn't actually know any golden prayer; this power was merely a miraculous simulation of the effects of Jacob's Ladder.

Angelic spells possess the ability to forcibly dispel all external influences, and by simulating and applying them to this world through the Demon Void Computer, they can even break through the realm of authority.

The next moment, as golden light burst forth, a chorus of groans filled the entire Dragon Roar Hall!

Nobles, civil officials, and even knights covered their faces and screamed incessantly, their bodies and flesh beginning to melt away like molten wax.

This is precisely the power of the Archbishop of Sin, who was unknown to Tsurugi but was referred to as 'Mother' in Melie's memory.

Modify their bodies, then alter their memories, making them live like the altered people in everyday life, and then activate them at a critical moment to deliver a fatal blow to the country.

It was a rather long and ruthless plan to usurp the throne.

Seeing the widespread devastation and the disintegration of the kingdom's high-ranking officials, even Reinhard's face turned deathly pale.

He understood perfectly well what it meant when the news spread that two-thirds of the kingdom's high-ranking officials were members of the Witch Cult.

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He understood perfectly well what it meant when the news spread that two-thirds of the kingdom's high-ranking officials were members of the Witch Cult.

The kingdom is probably doomed.

"Hahahaha, so you guys are just a bunch of clowns who make people laugh from beginning to end, hahahaha!"

Tsurugi laughed uncontrollably at the sight, while the other candidates who were supposed to participate in the election were also at a loss, completely bewildered by what they were seeing.

But without a doubt, from today onwards, they no longer need to participate in any elections, because after today—

This country is likely to fall into complete turmoil.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Why is Wang Yixuan a sensitive word...?

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629. The Archbishop of Color Domain Sin

"The prison is big..."

"What's so important about the prison! Have you taken good notes? Have you written your strategy guide? Have you prepared a backup plan? Don't let me test you later and you won't know this or that!"

"You are truly the worst class I've ever taught!"

Natsuki Subaru, having been lectured by Tsugumi in such a nostalgic way, shut his mouth and withdrew his thoughts of complaining.

He certainly wasn't qualified, and—the prison's proxy did indeed provide him with a wealth of intelligence.

It's true that he insulted Emilia, but could Subaru really expect his boss to have any good feelings towards Emilia?

Don't be ridiculous! It's only because Emilia never made any choice to kill him that he's so ruthless; otherwise, unless Emilia pleads for him, the prisoner would never have shown any mercy.

What does it mean that Roswaal was a traitor who tricked Emilia into choosing the Crown Prince and then betrayed her on the spot?

What is this guy after?! To resurrect his teacher? So he followed the prophecy? So he did something that contradicted his own thinking?

Damn it, I hate these crazy people who rely on so-called prophetic actions for everything! There's absolutely no logic in it!

Where's Parker? Where's the cat spirit? Where's my father-in-law? Beast of the End, come and save us!!!

Oh, I clock out on time, but isn't it lunchtime? Come out to work, you bastard!

Although Subaru didn't agree with Tsugumi's overly aggressive style, Natsuki Subaru silently agreed with the reasoning behind his words.

Might is the only way to rule; everything else is impure!

Of course, he would never admit that he agreed with this because of Emilia.

However, the most important piece of information is not this.

What does it mean that two-thirds of the kingdom's top leadership are members planted by a cult?

This kingdom is doomed—no, given the current situation, are they still going to push Emilia to be this damn queen?

And how much practical significance will this information have for him in the next cycle? Can he, on his own, uncover the answers to these questions...?

Countless chaotic thoughts disturbed Subaru Natsuki's mind, so much so that he did not notice that Tsugumi was controlling his body to move further and further away from the royal city.

By the time he came to his senses, they were already standing on an open plain.

The vast grasslands, with endless meadows, make it a place with excellent natural scenery.

"Hey, Prisoner, are you here to relax?"

“Someone is following us,” Tsurugi said slowly, stretching his body.

"Before this cycle ends, I need to stretch my muscles and grit my teeth. You're probably going to be in a lot of pain."

iAngTV, start!

rustling sound~~~~

They walked some distance and soon spotted the overturned convoy.

Rem and Ram were both lying motionless on the ground, while Emilia lay on the ground, her fate unknown.

"Emilia Carbon—"

Upon seeing this, Ang first let out an excited exclamation, then he abruptly stopped.

"...Lord Prisoner, is there something wrong?" he asked suspiciously.

"At least you're not completely stupid," Tsugumi said calmly.

"The scene of a group of friendly people suddenly appearing in the middle of nowhere and being attacked, although it is reasonable, is too deliberate. The stench of conspiracy is almost overflowing."

Moreover, Natsuki Subaru has already gained a profound understanding of how to use his own power under Tsugumi's 'elite education'. Since he has countless opportunities to try and fail, it is much better for him to calm down than to act impulsively.

So without saying a word, Tsurugi fired a fireball, looking at the corpses burning in the flames without changing his expression.

Then, the corpse imitating Rem suddenly stood up, and a sickeningly sweet and affected voice rang out.

"Oh dear, are you the boy who kidnapped my daughter and tortured my other daughter to the point of wishing she were dead?"

This shrill, thin voice, besides carrying the affected air of an old woman feigning virginity, also carried an undisguised malice.

Then, her body seemed to transform rapidly; her limbs and torso twisted and deformed like clay, her facial features shifted, and finally she became a completely different person, staring intently at the young man's face before her.

She had short, blond hair, and her clothing was so scantily clad it could trigger an alarm; her fair skin was exposed, and a cluster of strange black spheres adorned her lower back.

Noticing Tsugumi's gaze, the girl licked her lips and looked at her with a flamboyant and alluring gaze.

“I am the Archbishop of Sin of the Witch Cult, Lady Capella Emeralda Lukenica.”

She bent down, looked at the boy in front of her, and said in a maliciously gleeful voice...

"Although you ruined my years-long plan, making me decide to make you wish you were dead, I still hope you can love me~~~"

At this point, she cupped her face in her hands, adopting a smile that perfectly mirrored Yuno Gasai's.

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At this point, she cupped her face in her hands, adopting a smile that perfectly mirrored Yuno Gasai's.

"Aren't you surprised I found you so quickly? But I'm really curious, how did you know my plan, and how did you break through my powers?"

"You have a similar smell about you. Could it be that you are missing your arrogance?"

"What a cheap woman."

Tsugumi stared at Capela, her face full of disgust, and said, pinching her nose and fanning herself with her hand.

"All that comes out of you is cheap and disgusting."

"Cheap perfume, cheap body, cheap attributes, and your cheap body."

"Please, even if you had an AI generate a similar character, it wouldn't be as cheap as you."

Tsugumi's nonchalant words, coupled with her undisguised disdain, instantly transformed Capela's expression into one of extreme anger and madness.

Because Tsurugi's feelings were 100% genuine disdain, both for her as a person and for her physical appearance.

There was not a trace of vulgarity, let alone love; it was purely a feeling of disgust, like seeing trash.

This is a tremendous humiliation for her.

"Shut up! Shut up! How dare you not love me? You blind bastard! I'll turn you into a cockroach, a rat, I'll make you wish you were dead!!!"

Capela screamed, then shouted.

"You don't want this blue-haired maid, do you? Let me transform into your favorite form first, a silver-haired half-elf, right? Okay, I'll transform into her!"

As they spoke, Capella had completely transformed into Emilia's appearance, even mimicking her expressions quite well, extending her hand towards him with a gentle smile.

"Hey, come here, let's hug..."

Eeya!!

Without hesitation, Tsugumi kicked out, sending Capela flying instantly.

The overwhelming force sent the Archbishop of Color flying backward like a red-hot shrimp, who looked up at him in disbelief.

"How is this possible? This is clearly your favorite way to do it. How could you kill me without even hesitating?"

"Go to hell! My favorite is clearly M—forget it, there's no point in arguing with a tasteless old woman like you who seduces others with a flat-chested lolita look!" Tsurugi said with a face full of disdain.

"Besides, it's this arrogant idiot who likes that underage girl, not me. What does it matter to me whether she lives or dies?"

This guy is very strange, very abnormal—the soul controlling this body is not its original owner!

"An elf? Like Petitchius, has it taken over this brat's body?!" Capella stood up, clutching her stomach, her voice filled with nothing but anger and apprehension.

"Fine, I won't resort to underhanded tactics. I'll make you wish you were dead!!!"

The moment the words fell, Capela's body once again transformed violently like putty, his flesh stretching, his bones deforming, and after a change that seemed to defy the law of conservation of mass, he transformed into a black dragon with a wide range of expressions.

"Tell me, what kind of woman do you like?!"

The black dragon roared and spewed flames at Dongjiang, but he neither dodged nor avoided them, letting the flames engulf him.

The scorching flames seared his skin and flesh, the pain spreading proportionally, but Subaru Natsuki bore it all.

This excruciating pain, beyond human endurance, only elicited a painful cry from Natsuki Subaru; he was still some distance from a mental breakdown.

"The education is quite effective," Tsugumi thought happily, before ending her daily dose of iAng.

"There's nothing to talk about with a woman as tasteless as you, so I'll take care of you in one move."