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Chapter 672: Chapter 65 Morgan’s Gift Chapter 672: Chapter 65 Morgan’s Gift February 16th.

At 8 o’clock in the morning, Sherlock hurriedly rushed to the Hall of Silver and Tin.

When the great detective, who had been missing for several months, reappeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the public.

He hadn’t even stepped onto the steps of the Hall of Silver and Tin when the news had already reached the steps of the press.

By the time he arrived at the queen’s study, he saw Aiwass leisurely sitting in the queen’s seat.

He was crossing his legs, leaning back in the chair, humming an operatic tune with pleasure.

“Yo, you’ve come.”

Aiwass said with a smile, “Long time no see, great detective.”

“I knew it was you who summoned me.”

Sherlock said with annoyance, “What do you need, respected Minister Moriarty?”

“Nothing major, just to see if you were dead.

It seems all is well.

That’s certainly a relief.”

Aiwass’s mouth curved into a sly smile.

—Fists clenched, his fists clenched.

Sherlock ground his teeth.

However, he could discern the sly fox’s concern for him, so he didn’t say anything and elegantly and silently took a seat opposite.

At the time of the promotion ceremony, when he didn’t see Aiwass and Isabel, his heart suddenly sank.

Not out of concern for himself.

With Sherlock’s pride, even if he were just a frail child, he would never shrink back in such a place.

His main concern was for Isabel…

Although Her Majesty the Queen had seemingly grown up, the promotion ceremony from three to four was far too dangerous.

If she were to die in it, the chances were high she would also die in reality.

If something were to truly happen to Her Majesty the Queen, then Avalon would be in trouble.

Even during a full moon ceremony, Transcendents were not exactly loving and harmonious.

Not to mention the at least three spots destined for failure, Transcendents had various identities and positions, and they would also have to find a way to remove their Path of Rejection.

Otherwise, they might inadvertently aid their opponents in completing their tasks and be penalized for it.

“Now you see, I am healthy and well.

Can I go now?

There are some backlogged cases waiting.

“By the way, is Director Kent with your agency?

I heard he failed his promotion today, suffering four fatal wounds and was left bloody from someone’s slashes.

It took three bishops working in tandem for two hours to barely cling to his life.

He’ll probably need at least a year or two to recover.”

Upon saying this, Sherlock suddenly scoffed: “Oh, that’s not right.

I guess there must be more to it…

Since you sly fox specially called me over, there’s likely some kind of trouble.”

“Maybe…

there isn’t?”

Aiwass said, clearly in a very good mood, “Just a heart-to-heart chat—is that not allowed?”

Sherlock paused for a moment, his expression subtle: “Speak your mind.”

“Do you know anything about…

the Serpent Celestial Marshal?” asked Aiwass.

“I’ve heard a thing or two.”

Sherlock nodded: “The Son of the Serpent Father, huh.

The Ouroboros Celestial Marshal, the Infinite Celestial Marshal…

The ritual of Lady Ligeia’s reincarnation should be the Serpent Celestial Marshal’s power, right?

What about it?”

“I’ve obtained new information from this promotion ceremony,” said Aiwass.

He crossed his fingers in front of him, put down his crossed leg, and leaned forward slightly, asking seriously: “I’ve heard that the Serpent Celestial Marshal had a different name in the past, called the Reincarnation Celestial Marshal.

“Before the Cicada Slough incident, the Ouroboros was known as the Celestial Marshal of Self-Destruction and Rebirth, belonging to the Path of Balance.

It was after acquiring the Endless Knot from the Cicada Slough incident that He became the Celestial Marshal of Transcendence.”

“I’ve certainly never heard this theory.”

Sherlock pondered, seriously searching his memory: “Definitely not.”

“Have you heard the concept of ‘history shattering into pieces’?”

“—The Theory of Multiple Histories?”

Sherlock inquired.

“Exactly,” nodded Aiwass, “It’s said that after the Cicada Slough event, history shattered and could never return to what it was before the Cicada Slough.

Our reality is just one of many histories, and the others have diverged.”

“That’s the Theory of Multiple Histories.”

Sherlock nodded, explaining: “This is one of two explanations scholars have offered to explain why the Dream Realm shows events from the past and future.

The scholars who adhere to the Theory of Multiple Histories believe that history is not singular.

We are neither at the beginning nor at the end.

“Multiple histories diverge.

And the Nine Pillar Gods, through the ceremony of promotion, continuously deduce a ‘best past,’ solidifying the past into a single line; whereas I believe, instead of saying that the promotion ceremony anchors the past, it is more like deducing the future…

But from what you’re saying, it seems you have a different insight?”

“Yes,” Aiwass nodded, “According to the information I have, it seems both the future and the past are uncertain.

Neither theory is entirely correct, but both are.”

“…Now that’s interesting.”

Sherlock pondered for a while.

Suddenly, he spoke up: “You’re asking me this, you must want to know if…

this can be told to Aiwass, right?

“—My answer is, I think it can be.

He knows more secrets than either of us, there’s no use hiding it from him.@@novelbin@@

Even if this might be a trap…

it’s better to die awake than live in confusion.”

Upon hearing Sherlock’s words, Aiwass’s expression turned somewhat strange.

He was silent for a while, then his form bubbled and shattered like foam, transforming back into Isabel.

“…When did you realize it?”

Isabel asked, somewhat puzzled: “Did you see through the ‘Cunning Spell’?”

“No, I didn’t see through Your Majesty’s illusion at all,” Sherlock stated calmly.

“But I know that sly fox would never drag me here for a heart-to-heart.

He is always straightforward and never speaks in vague terms.”

“…He clearly spoke of something similar to me before,”

Isabel expressed some regret, “I was looking forward to seeing his reaction when he came in and found another Aiwass here.”

Sherlock hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say something, but he dared not.

“…Anyway, don’t keep secrets from him.”

Sherlock added, “It’s always better for him to know than not to know—smart people and fools should not be treated the same.

If Aiwass were a fool, I would definitely support keeping him from having wild thoughts.

But he is a smart man.

Even if this might be a trap, you have to believe Aiwass can find his own way out.”

“Okay, I understand,”

Isabel sincerely expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Lord Hermes.”

“My pleasure, Your Majesty,”

Sherlock respectfully bowed his head in response.

Elsewhere, Aiwass was in the courtyard of the Hall of Silver and Tin.

He was feeling the warm sunshine of a spring morning, kneeling on the ground facing The Sun.

Aiwass’ interlocked fingers, eyes closed in prayer, he murmured softly—the golden warmth radiated from him, illuminating the entire meadow.

Through the light, a transparent ring of thorns gathered behind Aiwass was faintly visible, slowly rotating with a complex pattern akin to a crown, elusive and indistinct.

Those were the Sin Thorns twisted around the Candle Master.

The Gryphon and the white horse lay lazily on the ground, feeling the warm flow surge within them.

When Aiwass finished his prayer, they eagerly approached, rubbing affectionately against Aiwass.

Aiwass smiled faintly as he stroked the chin and face of the white horse he would later take with him, then suddenly turned his gaze toward the lakeside.

“May I ask…

is there something I can assist with?”

The next moment, a beautiful goddess carrying a silvery-white long staff emerged from the lake, dripping wet.

She had waist-length silver-blue wet hair, elfish long ears, and eyes clear as sapphires.

She looked somewhat similar to Shafiya, around thirty years old.

Her clothes were soaked to translucency, water droplets falling onto her bare feet.

“…Lady Morgan?”

Aiwass raised an eyebrow, inquiring.

Morgan was about to introduce herself, but upon hearing Aiwass’ words, she was momentarily surprised, “You recognize me?”

“I’ve heard a bit about you…

after all, you are also mother to Knight Mordred.”

Aiwass said smilingly.

“That child…”

Hearing this, Morgan’s lips curved into a slight nostalgic smile.

When she looked at Aiwass again, her eyes became much friendlier.

“Someone sent me to find you…

guess who?”

“Lancelot…

from a previous lifetime?”

“So clever.

I’m starting to like you more and more,”

Morgan said with a beaming smile, “He told me to look for a handsome priest, and I was thinking…

that could be quite a challenge.

But unexpectedly, nearly everyone on Glass Island knows you…

I’ve been away for a few years, and to think Avalon has produced such an outstanding young man.

“Lancelot asked me to give you a gift…

what do you think of me?”

“…I already have a girlfriend.”

Aiwass took a half step back, saying somewhat warily.

As an envoy of Phantom Demons and Shadowy Celestial Marshal on the Path of Love, nothing Morgan would do would surprise him.

Indeed, she laughed even more joyfully upon hearing this, “Isn’t that more thrilling?”

As Aiwass looked even more guarded, she waved her hand dismissively, “Oh, how cute…

I am just teasing.

Don’t be so scared, I could at least be considered half your ancestor.”

I very much doubt that, Aiwass thought.

To a Phantom Demon from the Path of Love, such a negligible kinship might actually be a delicious spice.

“Really, don’t be afraid.

I’m not here on my own behalf this time.

I’ve got to report back to Lancelot anyway.”

Morgan continued merrily, raising her wand and giving it a shake towards Aiwass, “Alright, I’ve delivered my gift…

I hope you like it.

“Until we meet again, handsome young priest.

Oh, and a message for you—Lancelot said he really likes you and hopes to meet again.”

…Hm?

Aiwass paused for a moment.

What have you given?

There was no glow of a Path, nor did I feel corrupted or changed by any power.

Even the system didn’t give any signal…

did you really give something?

Or is this just a tease?

“You’ll know soon enough,”

Morgan said with a secretive smile, placing a finger to her lips, “It won’t be long.”

But in the brief moment of Aiwass’ confusion, Morgan had already briskly retreated back into the lake, melting away like snow.