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“Compared to that, what specialty did you choose?”

“Prodigy” only has one advanced profession, which is “Artist.” It is also the initial and most core profession of the Path of Beauty.

The extraordinary professions of other paths are basically specialized from the beginning.

But the Path of Beauty is different…

The initial profession of the Path of Beauty is “Artist,” but considering the limits of personal energy and the finiteness of inspiration, it then diversified into other professions.

And with every advancement, an artist can specialize in a “neighboring field” to the one they have already mastered.

“I chose ‘Actor.'”

Isabel answered bluntly, “Now when I imitate others, I can even mimic their path powers.@@novelbin@@

For example…”

As she spoke, she transformed into the likeness of Aiwass.

“Aiwass” showed a cunning smile and casually crossed his leg, “If a cardinal archbishop of the fifth energy level saw me now, he would only think that I have a Path of Devotion at the fourth level.

If I get even stronger, I could imitate your extraordinary abilities as well.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

A flame ignited at the tip of the middle finger of his right hand.

But Aiwass knew that Isabel didn’t have a mana pool with a fire attribute.

Therefore, the flame was also an illusion.

Aiwass went over and tapped “Aiwass” on the forehead.

Only a crisp snap sounded, and “Aiwass,” with a cry of pain, held his head, but did not change back to Isabel.

He was somewhat surprised, “Now even when attacked, the illusion won’t shatter?”

“It’s Resilient Illusion!

My newly discovered ability, as long as I can hold on, the illusion technique can continue,” Isabel changed back and spoke with slight dissatisfaction, “But it still hurts…”

So “Resilient Illusion” could have such an effect…

It was only then that Aiwass truly realized that these terms were not exactly the same as the versions in the games.

“Path characteristics” themselves could be further explored and were not limited to what was merely conveyed in text.

“My last field, I plan to choose either ‘Screenwriter’ or ‘Singer.’ Both are fields adjacent to ‘Actor,'” Isabel inquired seriously, “Do you have any opinions?”

“As you wish.”

Aiwass smiled, “Feel free to choose either.”

“I’m seriously asking you here!”

“And I’m seriously answering.”

Aiwass’s smile faded, and he spoke with utmost seriousness, “I can tell you now—”

“Soon, perhaps in a few months, at most a year, the energy level cap of this world will be raised.

“At that time, the world cap will no longer be the sixth energy level of the Eternal Pope, but the seventh energy level.

The current fifth energy level individuals will successively advance to the sixth level, while the Eternal Pope of the sixth energy level will reach the seventh level.

“Very soon, there will be changes in the Holy Nation.

Then everyone’s upgrade speed will dramatically increase, and subsequently, the eighth and even ninth energy levels will appear…”

“…As expected.”

Sherlock muttered softly.

When he was serving as a Worshipper of Mithra, he felt Aiwass had left something unsaid.

The sixth energy level was far from the end of the road to advancement for the Worshipper of Mithra…

By the time he reached the sixth level, he was only middle-aged.

There was still quite a distance before becoming old or even rejuvenating.

Sure enough, Aiwass had known these things from the beginning.

But such things should not be known by anyone.

Aiwass was not a prophet, and even prophets could not see that far into the future—and the future seen by prophets would be disturbed and obscured if high beings were involved.

Aiwass’s knowledge was so clear, as if…

…he had experienced it himself.

Hearing this, Sherlock suddenly thought of the “Reincarnation Celestial Marshal” Isabel had mentioned before.

He made a bold assumption.

—Is there a possibility that Aiwass was reborn from the future of another world line?

That’s why he knew so many secrets out of nowhere, why his actions were so urgent and effective.

That’s why he did not show any jubilation upon reaching the fourth energy level, why he showed no self-satisfaction or pride in becoming a Minister of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures.

Despite having reached the pinnacle of the world at such a young age, it was as if something was still pursuing him…

Sherlock lifted his head and looked at Aiwass’s chin, throat, and pursed lips.

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The odd, inexplicable pressure from Aiwass… was it coming from here?

What on earth happened in the future?

That curiosity, feverish as if struck by an illness, wrapped itself around Sherlock’s heart.

After leaving the Hall of Silver and Tin, he locked himself in the study room, delving into a wealth of information and piecing together Aiwass’s every action to deduce his behavioral logic, trying to infer what could have possibly happened in the future.

—Although he could probably get the answers by asking directly… no, he would definitely get them.

Since Aiwass had already said so much, there was no need to conceal the little that remained.

But Sherlock disdained to do so.

After all, even if Aiwass wouldn’t say, he could guess on his own.

Compared to solving cases, “deciphering the future” held a devilish allure for him, an almost uncontrollable fascination.

If he outright asked for the answers, it wouldn’t be any fun at all.

After Sherlock left, Aiwass took Isabel’s seat right away, letting her sit on his lap.

Whispering to one another, Isabel relayed everything she had heard intact to Aiwass, and Aiwass did the same, sharing his experiences with Isabel.

Not just everything he heard and did,

but even his previous thoughts—he revealed how she perceived and how he believed.

But both of them tacitly avoided mentioning their previous arrangement—the one about the night of February 16th.

—Because they didn’t even wait for night to fall.

Just coming out from the promotion ceremony, their heightened spirits, along with the recognition, trust, and affection stemming from their “unspoken agreement,” turned into a powerful adhesive.

They whispered their trust to each other, their embrace tightening.

They went from sitting back-to-back to straddling; from initially leaning on each other to hugging, and then to deep kissing.

When their lips finally parted, Isabel’s cheeks were flushed from the brief breathlessness.

She still blushed easily, her flush extending down to her neck and collarbones.

“I have a gift for you tonight,”

Aiwass’s voice had turned somewhat hoarse and deep as he spoke into Isabel’s ear, “It’s the wine… brewed from my soul.”

As he said this, he leaned in and kissed Isabel again.

“So, before that…”

Aiwass asked softly.

Isabel didn’t respond; she simply held Aiwass tighter, gently rubbing her neck and earlobe against his.

And so, Aiwass understood.

He swept Isabel into his arms and, amid the astonished, thrilled, and “I knew it” looks from the maids and the Queen’s Guard, carried the feverish Isabel back to Her Majesty the Queen’s bedroom.

It wasn’t until Aiwass laid her on her own bed that Isabel seemed to snap back to reality.

“Wait, we agreed on this evening…”

She covered her flushed face shyly, then clutched a pillow tightly to it, mumbling from behind it, “It’s still daytime…”

“Because I want to look at you more.”

Aiwass said, moving to kneel in front of the queen, “My esteemed queen…”

He leaned forward, resolute and gentle, and removed the pillow that was hiding Isabel’s face.

As an artist in the “Actor” domain at the fourth power level, Isabel’s body was no longer fragile as it was in the past.

Yet her resistance was so feeble, as if she was intoxicated, leaving her fingers limp.

“Lord Moriarty… you…”

Isabel’s soft voice murmured dreamily, “We haven’t had lunch yet…

I also prepared some fine wine…”

The midday sunlight showered upon Isabel, making her seem as if she was aglow.

Removing his coat, Aiwass set it aside, and then proceeded to slowly and deliberately undo Isabel’s clothing.

He spoke calmly and tenderly, “We can save it to drink together tonight.

“—We could also play until the evening.”