You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

Seeing that Isolde still didn't react, the female elf sighed, poured herself a glass of wine, and said softly:

"The long-range spell from six years ago was cast by the patriarch of the Vicaris family. It was a ninth-ring super-tier spell, and casting it once would consume three years of his life force."

The female elf rested her chin on her hand, squinting as she scrutinized Isolde. "Were you near Ridria six years ago? Was that magic aimed at you?"

"It's none of your business."

"Alright. But I've found the information you asked me to find. However, the price you offered isn't quite enough."

Isolde frowned slightly. "How many do you want?"

“I don’t need anything,” the female elf smiled faintly. “Let’s exchange information. That long-range spell six years ago was aimed at you, wasn’t it? How did you survive and even kill Derek?”

The female elf pushed the wine glass in front of Isolde, indicating that if she couldn't speak, she could drink some wine.

Isolde pushed her glass away and said softly, "Because I wasn't alone at the time. I couldn't have done it without him."

"What about others?"

"died."

"Sorry, sorry." The female elf crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. "Would you like to talk to me about him? Just as a kind of... counseling."

"No need. I've already answered two of your questions; it's your turn to answer mine."

The female elf looked around and beckoned to Isolde, gesturing for her to come closer.

The female elf lowered her voice and said, "The Vikalis family is the strongest family in the elven territory. Their spirit and perception are incredibly powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary dragons. It is rumored that they possess the bloodline of the Primal Elves."

Compared to humans, elves value lineage more.

The primordial elves created all magic and possessed endless life; their bloodline was undoubtedly the most outstanding among the elves.

Isolde obtained the information she wanted and got up to leave, but was stopped by the female elf.

"Why bother? You wouldn't be thinking of going straight to the Vikalis family patriarch for revenge just because of that man, would you? He's a primordial elf. Forgive my bluntness, but you're not strong enough right now."

"I know."

Isolde is humanity's most powerful natural disaster.

She possesses the ability to deduce the world and can rewind infinitely.

But she was still not strong enough to save Lott.

Isolde left the restaurant and walked alone toward the giant World Tree at the end of the street.

In these cycles, she did not denouncing natural disasters again.

Defeating natural disasters will increase her strength, but this will also update the time anchor. If she rewinds to an earlier anchor point, her strength will also decrease accordingly.

Moreover, she only has ten years to fight Callistos, and she must be extremely efficient in fighting other natural disasters each time.

If it takes three or four years to defeat a natural disaster, then she simply cannot have enough strength within ten years.

Passersby brushed past Isolde, everyone immersed in the romance and leisure of the night, and no one noticed that Isolde slowly stopped walking.

Speaking of efficient raids, Isolde thought of Loth again.

From escaping from Callistos's mouth to breaking into Orantis, then reversing the sacrificial ritual array, and finally defeating the Derek Scourge, it all seems to be Lotte's doing.

Unbeknownst to her, Lotte had quietly entered her life.

Then leave completely.

got windy.

Isolde felt a little cold, so she tightened her collar.

She had arrived at the ancient tree of the world, at the territory of the Vicaris family.

Isolde tilted her head back, took off her hood, and looked at the specks of blue starlight on the ancient tree.

Just how powerful are the Primal Elves?

The sound of a longsword being drawn was jarring in the night sky, and passersby screamed when they saw a white-haired human appear there.

Isolde stepped into the ancient tree of the world and disappeared before their eyes.

[In the year 227 of the timeline, Isolde dies. The world will then rewind to year 221.]

[Isolde's deaths have exceeded the limit, causing the simulation world to shut down.]

[Countdown to next start: 720 hours]

Isolde slowly opened her eyes, and the blood before her was replaced by the gentle moonlight from the ceiling.

She lay quietly on the bed, letting the evening breeze gently caress her cheeks.

She couldn't save Lott.

Chapter 82 Making a Wish to the Gods

The moonlight cast a scroll-like pattern on the ceiling.

It speaks of loneliness from the distant starry sky.

The moonlight gradually changed shape on the ceiling, and the cold white was slowly stained with a trace of Lotte's blood.

The pale red dawn pushed aside the moonlight, and finally turned into a warm orange-yellow.

Daylight broke again.

Isolde did not sleep all night.

Insomnia had left her mind a little foggy. When she turned over, she bumped into the pillow and instinctively thought that Lotte was right next to her.

After all, in the simulation world, she and Lotte had always been playing husband and wife in the hotel and had always slept together.

Lott was a very still sleeper; he hardly ever turned over all night, just like a pillow.

"Get up..."

Isolde propped herself up on the bed with one hand and rubbed her swollen eyes.

She looked at the pillow on the bed and sighed softly.

There was no sign of Lotte around; it was all just my imagination.

Lotte, or rather Lotte who possesses the memories of their time together, will likely be trapped in a death loop forever. With each of Isolde's resurrections, Lotte will have to endure the pain of death, and Isolde will have to disappoint Lotte's expectations once.

At seven o'clock sharp, Eleanor knocked on Isolde's door and walked in.

Isolde's gaze passed over Eleanor, instinctively searching for the person behind her.

Lotte did not follow Eleanor in.

This is reality, not 200 years from now.

As the door closed, Isolde's hopes vanished.

"Lord Isolde, you've stayed up all night again."

"Ah."

Eleanor picked up a comb and began to comb Isolde's hair, only to find that Isolde, who would normally struggle, was sitting obediently on the bed, completely still.

Eleanor didn't ask any questions, she just kept combing her hair.

After all, there aren't many opportunities to comb Isolde's hair, and Eleanor really enjoys dressing her up.

"Eleanor, what are the plans for this morning?"

"This morning we have a class on swordsmanship principles, a monster encyclopedia class, and basic swordsmanship training."

Can I not go?

“Hmm? That’s possible, but…” Eleanor crouched down, looking up at Isolde, “Lord Isolde, you seem much more troubled today than yesterday. Is it because of that Mr. Lot?”

In a single night, Isolde spent decades in the world of deduction.

Although the deduced world forces her mind and thoughts to be bound to her physical age of 18, the obsession formed over these decades still remains deeply ingrained in Isolde's mind.

Saving Lott has become her obsession; now she sees Lott's image in everything she looks at.

She needs to rest properly in the real world to prevent this obsession from getting stronger.

Eleanor asked, "Lord Isolde, is it someone you didn't get along with?"

Isolde did not respond; she did not want to bring her hypothetical world into reality.

Seeing this, Eleanor changed the subject: "Lord Isolde, since you're not going to class this morning, why don't we go to the Clarione Church in the capital? I've heard that if you pray to that god, you will receive blessings from him."

"I don't believe in God."

“Come on, come on~” Eleanor pulled Isolde’s wrist. “Instead of staying in the room, let’s go outside for a walk and clear our heads.”

With a woman's intuition, Eleanor was absolutely certain that Isolde was heartbroken because of the boy named Lot.

What she found hard to believe was that there could be a man who could make Isolde so sad.

Isolde was known for her aloofness; she rarely interacted with anyone outside her family, and even when her classmates greeted her, she would only nod.

What Eleanor found even more unbelievable was that, as Isolde's personal bodyguard, she didn't even know who this Lot was.

Did Lord Isolde sneak out of his room at night to meet with Mr. Lotte?