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"I always feel that something is off,"

the Emperor Candidate fell silent for a long while, but no matter how you looked at it, the Queen was still the Queen; he could not possibly have mistaken her for someone else.

It was like when Miracle Citizens encountered the Master of Miracles; that feeling of ’it’s definitely him’—you can’t get it wrong.

"Forget it, let it go."

The Emperor Candidate decided to lie low. Before the Queen’s return, he needed to manage the markets well and maintain the relationships among the traders.

But now, the Queen was back.

With her here, they simply couldn’t make a stir.

"It’ll be easier from now on," said the Emperor Candidate, expressing his relief at finally being able to relax: "No one is a match for the Queen, not even if Artian reincarnated; he would still be defeated by her."

"Have you started interfering with me?"

The senior apprentice’s face suddenly showed a slight change as she walked.

The senior apprentice was inherently cold; she wasn’t good at expressing her feelings, always appearing distant and untouchable like a noble flower on a high cliff.

However, Isefia was different. The Queen’s face was always graced with a gentle smile, like a tender mother—elegant, warm.

Of course, one might well imagine how much goodwill was actually in that smile.

No one could see through it, and that’s precisely where the Queen’s prowess lay.

"Ah, what a formidable opponent I’ve been given," Isefia said casually, as though the influence of the senior apprentice meant nothing to her; yet no one knew that, in fact, Isefia was not as composed and indifferent as she appeared on the surface: "What shall I do now?"

What exactly were the senior apprentice and Isefia?

The same body with two souls?

No, that wasn’t it.

They were one and the same person, the only difference being more like two personalities, or rather, two sets of thoughts.

The senior apprentice was wholeheartedly on Bailuo’s side, whereas Isefia was enigmatic. The senior apprentice herself was unclear about Isefia’s true attitude towards Bailuo.

But the question then arose: could they eliminate each other?

Impossible. Neither Isefia nor the senior apprentice was capable of eradicating the other.

Because the senior apprentice was Isefia, and Isefia was also the senior apprentice; there was only one of them, from beginning to end.

The only distinction lay in their feelings and memories.

The senior apprentice’s love for Bailuo was constantly affecting Isefia, and vice versa; Isefia’s wisdom and power were also eroding the senior apprentice.

As to who held the advantage, that would depend on which side was stronger.

The Emperor Candidate was very confident in the Queen because she had never been defeated; even the greatest of philosophers would end up as the vanquished under Isefia.

Even if it were Artian, hailed as the Great Philosopher of Antiquity, Isefia was utterly confident of winning against him.

"Artian, oh Artian, you really lived up to your name,"

The Great Philosopher, a man of immense wisdom, knew he was no match for Isefia; thus, he found someone who could threaten her.

Indeed, it was the senior apprentice.

Yes, no one can defeat the legendary Queen of Avalon, but can the Queen of Avalon defeat herself?

"How interesting, truly interesting."

Isefia mused, her expression turning slightly pained as she caressed her forehead, and said with a wry smile: "I never imagined there’d come a day when I would become my own opponent."

The Queen had clearly planned to manipulate both Bailuo and Yatun, but the senior apprentice would never allow such a thing to happen.

If the Queen were to be likened to a planner from a past life, and she, as the chess player, reincarnated as the senior apprentice, then would the senior apprentice allow herself to live under the control of another?

With the senior apprentice’s pride, how could she accept that so-called plan?

Even if that plan was laid out by her own past self, the senior apprentice would say no: ’No one commands me, get out!’

"Huff~~ Huff~~~"

As her expression changed once more, the senior apprentice regained dominance: "No matter how many times, I will oppose you."

Their memories had begun to merge, and the senior apprentice had learned many secrets, which also became her capital to play the Emperor Candidate at her fingertips while posing as the Queen.

"I am the real Isefia!"

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The senior sister held an advantage over the Queen, as the Queen was only a memory, while the senior sister was the original.

Memories kept resurfacing, assaulting the senior sister’s will and psyche, yet as long as she held on, unaffected by the Queen, she would undoubtedly be the victorio us one in the end.

The Queen had left no stone unturned in her planning, but she could never have anticipated that her next life would take such a divergent path.

No, she must have considered it.

The Queen would not leave herself unprepared, not allowing herself to be trapped in such a predicament.

However, she met Uncle.

"Are you okay?"

Uncle greeted the returning senior sister, "Who are you now, Feiya, or the Queen?"

"It’s me."

Though it was but two words, Uncle knew she was his daughter, not the inscrutable Queen of Avalon.

"Sorry, I can’t offer you more help."

When Uncle first met the Queen, he did nothing because he sensed the Queen’s terror, unsure even he could overcome such a figure.

But this didn’t matter, because Uncle was very clear about who was the Queen’s real opponent, who was worthy to be her adversary.

The senior sister had been personally trained by Uncle, and he was all too familiar with her character.

She would not admit defeat, let alone be brought down by the mere Queen.

Uncle had confidence in his daughter, believing she would certainly rise again and reclaim her authority.

"I met the Emperor Candidate; he is Dumu’an."

"Oh?"

Uncle smiled and said, "So, you’ve turned the tables?"

"It works on the Emperor Candidate, but against her," the senior sister said helplessly, "I’m afraid it’ll soon turn passive."

"I only now understand why you said what you did when you first met me."

The senior sister was once a villainess, her very nature was not much different from the Queen’s.

Possessiveness, domineering attitude, cruelty, strategic cunning, and very good at acting.

But all of this was ineffective against Uncle.

The first time Saros met the senior sister, he recognized her true nature: ’You surpass everyone, but is that really a good thing? The life of a powerful person will be very lonely, very isolated.’

The young senior sister was naturally not as powerful as Uncle, but she progressed quickly, to the point that even Uncle was taken aback by that momentum and potential.

’You will surpass me one day, becoming stronger than me.’

This was Uncle’s evaluation of the senior sister and also a kind of fear stemming from deep within his heart.

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Change happens subtly.

And the catalyst that caused the senior sister to deviate from the Queen was not only the initial suppression by Uncle but also the appearance of Bailuo.

Bailuo was the senior sister’s weakness, as well as the most important person to her.

If the Queen wanted to manipulate him, then the senior sister would surely resist to the end, even denouncing all the Queen’s plans and walking a path of her own.

It must be said that Artian truly deserved the title of Great Philosopher of Antiquity given by the Heroic Spirits.

According to the Queen’s memory, she had already arranged everything.

The senior sister should not have existed because even if the Queen truly reincarnated, she would have retained her memory perfectly, not becoming almost another person as it was now.

So, what caused the discrepancy between the senior sister and the Queen?

It was ’Artian’!

As for who Artian is, whether he truly exists, or if he is just one person.

The senior sister did not know.

All she knew was that if Artian really existed, then the senior sister felt that Uncle was the ’ultimate wisdom’ revered by the Heroic Spirits, the Great Philosopher of Antiquity.

"Artian, me?"

Uncle shook his head and said, "I don’t deserve such a title; I merely happened to change you a little bit, nothing more."