Starting with the defeated female knight

Snapped.

Wake up, wake up, stay true to yourself!

No, I don't hate you. I just need you to maintain your own consciousness—you are not my slave, you have your own will, you know that?

Admittedly, Green was very gratified and happy that the two children trusted and liked him so much, after all, no one likes to be repaid with ingratitude, right?

The problem is that Green's tentacle comes with a psychological torment.

It was fine at first before it developed, but after the parasite was completed and it expanded inside Hilla's body, even though Green tried his best to contain it, the amount of pollution that leaked out increased day by day.

But if that's all there is to it, the situation isn't actually that serious.

Because of the juvenile tentacles and Green's deliberate restraint, even though the pollution gradually increases, the total amount can actually be said to be negligible.

Moreover, over the years, although her physical development has not been very good, because she has experienced countless hardships and even several life-or-death crises, Sheila's will and spirit are far beyond that of ordinary people. Normally speaking, such a tiny bit of pollution, even if it comes into close contact with her body, would be completely insignificant.

but......

What is "spiritual pollution"?

"Don't you want me to do that?"

"They will lose themselves and become puppets at your mercy..."

"What's wrong with that?"

Because she was abandoned by her family at a young age and never received any proper education or knowledge, Sheila simply couldn't understand what Green was saying.

And it wasn't just her; even her red-eyed sister looked puzzled when Green asked her to persuade her sister.

"Is there anything wrong with being controlled by you, God? We've always obeyed you anyway..."

Do you understand what it means to lose yourself? From now on, all you'll have on your minds is obedience to me; nothing else will matter.

Your perceptions will be altered, your minds will mutate, and you may even have your souls devoured by me, experiencing a fate worse than death...

"If I get swallowed, will I be able to get closer to you and help you better?"

"We don't need any sense of self or self-awareness; we just want to be with you, and it would be even better if we could help you..."

silence.

Never mind what I said.

As it turns out, the dangers that Green mentioned seemed to be good things to the two sisters.

They didn't understand anything about self, cognition, or spirit. They only knew that Green was good to them and that they were happy with the tentacles. They couldn't muster the slightest thought of resisting him. Not to mention fighting back, not even embracing the pollution was the result of Green's repeated requests.

But what really bothers Green is not this.

After all, as for pollution and such, if things get really bad, we can just use our tentacles to slap the two kids when they have an episode. Plus, with the usual emphasis on prevention, there shouldn't be any major problems in the short term.

But the problem is that, apart from the mental issues, the problems with these two children, especially Sheila's, body cannot be delayed at all.

Especially since Green had never done this kind of work before, and the information he just got was actually copied from the God of a Thousand Feet.

This is so absurd that it's like kicking a freshman who's just been admitted to medical school into the operating room and putting him in charge of a top-tier patient whose entire body is failing, before he's even even opened his textbooks.

Who could do that?!

But since there was really no other way at the moment, Green had no choice but to bite the bullet and proceed cautiously while flipping through the textbook.

Even this textbook is the Centipede Edition, and many of its contents are only usable by the Thousand-Legged God, who also had to translate and digest them.

So naturally, despite Green's best efforts, various mistakes, pain, and other unexpected events continued to occur.

That was really painful.

Even Sheila, who grew up as a piece of junk, was in so much pain under Green's manipulation that she turned pale, trembled all over, and even fainted multiple times.

The most terrifying incident occurred when a misoperation caused bleeding, forcing Green to multiply his tentacles to work on multiple fronts, swelling her abdomen into a balloon that looked like it could burst at any moment.

Even so, despite the pain that made her teeth chatter, Sheila didn't complain at all.

Grace, who was sitting in a chair comforting her sister, gently stroked the swollen belly with her hands, feeling the tentacles wriggling inside, and spoke softly.

"It's alright, Your Majesty."

"Even if my sister dies because of this, I will never blame you."

"Sister, it's the same, isn't it?"

Pale and trembling, Sheila grasped Grace's hand and nodded gently through the gaps in her pain.

"Ah."

"I...thank you."

"I will never regret it."

Stop, stop, stop! Don't speak yet, I need to focus right now.

Although the two sisters caused some disruption, fortunately, after a tense and exciting rescue, Green finally stabilized Sheila's condition.

Then, as compensation, he asked Sheila if she had any needs.

Anything I can do that will make you feel better is welcome.

You can't refuse. It was definitely my mistake this time. Just tell me what you want.

After a moment of hesitation, Sheila seemed to remember something, and gently ran her fingers over her lower abdomen, whispering something.

"If you really want to, please touch this area a little more..."

"It feels...comfortable."

Green didn't pay attention at first, but after figuring out what she was talking about, he slowly typed a question mark.

No, this...

Green seemed to want to say something but then stopped, and then seemed to want to say something again.

In the end, they chose to remain silent.

Well, it is indeed a very important area, and it does look like there's something wrong with it.

If that doesn't work, consider it a massage; it'll be good for her health.

In fact, it's not just certain parts; due to lack of nutrition and hidden injuries, there's basically no organ in this child that's without problems. The only difference is the severity of the issues, which is also Green's biggest headache.

However, even the most comfortable massage can only relieve pain at most; it cannot play a decisive role in addressing her underlying problems.

Moreover, after trying many times, Green gradually realized that no matter how cooperative the child was, her body ultimately had its limits.

If this continues, even if the patient eventually recovers, their mental state will likely be severely damaged.

In addition, he now needs not only to accumulate experience, but also to conduct various tests and even collect comparative data...

After much thought, it seems there's only one solution.

During the next 'trial', try to get to know other people.

I need some new 'material' to improve something.

Volume 1: Chapter 68: Education in Dawn City is Imminent

"Lord Green, you seem to be spacing out a lot lately..."

Edith pouted as she ran her fingers across the tentacles in front of her, looking like an angry little hamster.

[Sorry, sorry, there are just a lot of things going on in the capital, and I have to keep an eye on things, so I have to devote a lot of attention to them...]

"What is it?"

Edith sullenly squeezed the tentacle.

"Could it be that he's keeping girls over there too?"

Well, in a sense...

Because the situation in the capital city was indeed a bit volatile, Green didn't talk much with people in Dawn City, let alone tell the children in the cathedral.

But lately, for some reason, he has had to focus a lot of attention on that area in order to cope with the increasingly heavy workload.

As a result, the tentacles in Dawn City reacted a little slowly. Although the impact wasn't significant, it was still worrying nonetheless.

When Edith asked him about it, Green thought for a moment and then explained the general situation to Edith.

Originally, after hearing that Green had also started raising children, Edith's face turned from that of a hamster to a pufferfish.

But even before hearing Green's description, Edith's expression gradually softened and her gaze turned cold upon learning that the children were 'scrap'.

After all, she was once one of them.

If it weren't for her sister's reforms and Cecilia's help, she probably would have died at the hands of some monster, or even one of her own people, let alone met Grimm.

“Nobles…ah, nobles.”

Edith gave a cold laugh, her eyes flashing with undisguised disgust.

"Sister, what she said was too restrained. The nobles really have something wrong with their brains—don't misunderstand, I'm not insulting them, but they really do have something wrong with their brains."

"You should know what 'inbreeding' is, right? Many nobles have done it to maintain the purity of their bloodlines. While it did produce some 'superior offspring,' it mostly resulted in all sorts of bizarre failures, and idiots who only possessed strength but had real brain problems..."

Mentally retarded, supermale, psychologically disturbed, deformed children...

These are people who wouldn't be allowed to rise to power even in commoner families, but among nobles, as long as their bloodline is sufficient, they can become pillars of the family, or even become the head of the household.

Although most families knew something was wrong, the idea that bloodline was everything and nothing else mattered deeply ingrained in the nobility, so much so that even when reason told them something was wrong, no one questioned it.

Edith initially thought it was stupid.

But after helping Green conduct a series of 'faith experiments', she realized something.

Why must scrap be hidden? Why must scrap be disposed of? Why is scrap the dark side that nobles are most reluctant to let other powers interfere with...?

"Because the existence of waste will make others realize that nobles are not such a high and mighty existence."

Edith spoke slowly, her tone cold.

"If perception truly possesses power, then once the existence of 'trash' is revealed, people will discover that most nobles haven't actually inherited the power of their bloodline, and are no different from ordinary people, or even worse..."

What happens?

Edith didn't know.

But she could vaguely sense that once this happened, although it probably wouldn't shake the foundation of the nobility, it would definitely deal them a heavy blow.

Oh, I could have guessed that.

The tentacles in front of me swayed slightly.

Their technology system is quite similar to tentacles, so after the last experiment, I understood their purpose in doing this.

Simply put, it's about increasing their chances of drawing good cards in the Bloodline gacha system through cognitive convergence.

Yes, not all humans in this world are fools. If Green could discover and figure things out after only a few months of contact with humans, then other forces that have existed in this world for hundreds or even thousands of years must also be aware of this.

The Church uses a pool of faith to unleash miracles, while the Nobles use cognitive convergence to increase the probability of drawing cards.

However, it is unclear whether these two methods originated too long ago, or if there are other factors at play.

Over the course of its long evolution, both approaches appear to have changed in some ways.

For example, at the very beginning, Isidore's reformation of faith aimed not only to free the church from its dependence on God, but also to guide people in a positive direction by making them aware of and believe in those 'good miracles'.

As for cognitive convergence, it predates even his reforms. It was a lie created by humans to rebel against the gods, with the aim of increasing the birth rate and combat power of nobles so that they could fight against the gods and protect the weak.

But nowadays, the church still retains at least a basic level of dignity. Even the most corrupt bishops, deep down, still believe in miracles. No matter what bad things they do, they always find a suitable reason or another way to get around that hurdle in their hearts.

Otherwise, they would no longer be able to resonate with those miracles and would lose their own power.

But the nobility...

"They've long forgotten why they did it in the first place."

"If you repeat a lie a thousand times, you'll end up deceiving yourself."

This is an assessment by an old king.

If it were him in his younger days, perhaps he could have really done something.