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Chapter 599: Chapter 17 Reunion of the Two_2 Chapter 599: Chapter 17 Reunion of the Two_2 As a Transcendent on the Path of Devotion…

it seemed, there weren’t any significant issues…?

Initially, Shafiya wanted to find fault.

But the more she calculated, the more she found Aiwass to be reliable.

To reach the third Energy Level of the Path of Devotion at such a young age, to pass the church exam and become an archbishop, and even to touch the boundary of the fourth Energy Level, being invited by the Holy Nation to study abroad…

Given his degree of harmony with the Path of Devotion, he was unlikely to be a bad person.

However, thinking of this, Shafiya felt even more perplexed.

How did Little Isabel come to know this Archbishop Your Excellency?

From what she implied, it seemed that her level of trust in Aiwass was very high.

So high that if Aiwass were to betray her, she would be heartbroken to the point of despair.

Isabel, however, asserted firmly, “He has already read my diary.”

“…I see.”

Shafiya understood.

Isabel must be fond of Aiwass.

She knew what Isabel’s “diary” was, as well as what kind of fears it documented.

That diary, passed down within the royal family, was the most desperate and vulnerable part of Isabel’s heart.

If she was willing to share it with someone else, it meant that she truly trusted them more than anyone else, apart from her family members…

even Shafiya and Meg had not seen her diary.

“Alright, I’ll take you there.”

Shafiya made up her mind, “But after all, he is just Professor Moriarty’s adopted son, his opinion might not be decisive.

If Professor Moriarty doesn’t wish to take you in…

I’ll find a way.”

Compared to the loyalty of the Hermes Family, Aiwass, who could soothe her heartache and fears, was indeed the better choice.

Isabel bowed her head slightly.@@novelbin@@

She clenched her fists a little.

—It has to be said that she was actually gambling.

Because she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain that just because she had descended into “herself,” Aiwass must have also descended into “Aiwass.” At least Shafiya’s words did not match the Aiwass that Isabel recognized.

Not Minister Moriarty, but Bishop Moriarty.

Fortunately, Isabel reacted quickly enough and adjusted in time.

…But if “Aiwass” is not Aiwass, would her lie be exposed?

Isabel was somewhat worried.

Because, upon realizing the incredibly dangerous situation Avalon faced, she subconsciously wanted to seek Aiwass’s help.

Mainly because she knew she absolutely couldn’t go to Hermes Manor…

since she knew that York Hermes was the traitor, and it seemed he hadn’t been discovered yet.

…She would just take one step at a time.

If Aiwass was not himself, then she would have to find a way to deceive him…

Isabel still had great confidence in her acting.

If she could play the role of that cold and correct queen, then she could also calmly play her past, introverted, and frail self.

—For better or worse, that was her.

Meanwhile, Aiwass was sitting with James.

“…A small key?”

Aiwass murmured softly, frowning slightly.

In his mind, he thought of many possibilities, but none provided a definitive answer.

A key, naturally, should be for unlocking a door.

But what door would require himself to be the one to open it?

Observing Aiwass’s reaction, James suddenly burst into laughter.

The old man stretched out his hand, gracefully gesturing for silence.

“So this is the matter that cannot be spoken of?” Aiwass inquired.

“It looks like your progress is still insufficient,” James said, smiling joyfully, his eyes crinkling with laughter, “Then I won’t say anything at all.”

Undoubtedly…

James was testing Aiwass to see how much he knew up to that point.

The fact that Aiwass showed no reaction to this key phrase exposed some of his information.

—Such as, from which time period Aiwass had returned.

And besides, how far his plans had progressed.

“How about we exchange one question for another?” James proposed gently, “Why, then, are you so wary of father?”

Upon hearing this, Aiwass confirmed two things—

James was indeed aware that beneath “Aiwass” lay another Aiwass; and he could sense Aiwass’s caution and vigilance towards him.

Since he could perceive Aiwass’s innermost thoughts so keenly in many different timelines of this detail…

Aiwass’s foster father must have seen even clearer.

…Was this why he left?

Because he sensed Aiwass’s wariness towards him, he chose to feign death, escaping and concealing himself in the shadows…

“I’ve seen the guests out, master.”

As he said this, Oswald returned.

When Aiwass instinctively looked up at Oswald, Professor Moriarty waved his hand, signaling Oswald to leave first.

After Oswald nodded and left, Aiwass said softly, “Father, I don’t really want to answer that question.”

“Then don’t answer it.”

James smiled and nodded, speaking very peacefully, “If I choose not to speak when you ask me a question, the same applies to you when I ask.

Our relationship is one of equality, Aiwass.”

“There is no need to compromise, I will do my best to help you.”

“…Because you want me to stay alive, right?”

“Yes.”

James gave a firm answer.

The professor certainly had plans involving Aiwass, and Aiwass, who did not understand the meaning of “little key,” had inevitably not completed his mission.

To help another self from a different world line finish the setup, the professor would not let Aiwass die in the Dream Realm.

Aiwass vaguely realized this, but still needed to ask to confirm.

——In other words, James’s ultimate goal must transcend personal interest.

He knew he was in an ascension ceremony, merely a pseudo-soul created by the Pillar God, yet he strove to maintain the stability of this ceremony.

Moreover, he attempted to help another “real self” conceal information.

If he were serving himself, there was no need for him to stand so firmly with his true self.

After all, to him at this moment, that was another distinct individual.

“Now it’s my turn.”

James began to ask, “You are the Holy Entity now, right?”

“…I’m not a hundred percent certain, but I should be.”

After a pause, Aiwass responded seriously.

This wasn’t a lie, but the truth.

Because even if he told the truth, the real Professor Moriarty would not know.

However, there was hope that Aiwass could obtain intelligence from James, who had more information—every question from Professor Moriarty must have had a purpose.

By delving into his perspective on issues, the purpose of his questions, and his reactions to the correct answers, one could obtain some feedback.

But Professor Moriarty did not continue to question.

He simply leaned back, contentedly reclining on the sofa, “I have no more questions.

I can answer one final question for you, or help you complete one task.”

“…Can I borrow Mr.

Oswald?”

After much thought, Aiwass asked.

“You can.”

James responded without hesitation.

He did not even ponder for a moment, but immediately replied the instant Aiwass’s words ended.

And just then, Oswald rapidly returned.

“My apologies, master.

But…”

The old elf hesitated, his expression somewhat strange.

He glanced at Aiwass, then looked at James with a hint of uncertainty.

“What’s the matter?”

James inquired.

Before he could respond, Shafiya walked in, hand in hand with Isabel, closely following Oswald.

She led Isabel directly into Moriarty Manor.

Oswald evidently knew what was happening in the Hall of Silver and Tin, so when he saw Isabel escape here, he subconsciously assumed it was an arrangement by Professor Moriarty.

But Aiwass, seated on the sofa, met Isabel’s gaze as she looked directly at him.

It was just an instant of emotive eye contact, but it was enough for them to recognize each other’s identity.

——This is him.

——That’s her.