292 Ebony’s Counterattack (1)

As Floral bowed down in submission, William’s gaze flicked over to Nizemar. She was practically bouncing with excitement, a smile threatening to split her face in two.

It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with her previous actions. William had known it was only a matter of time before the entire Emerald Province government knelt before him. But with the way Nizemar spoke, he couldn’t help but wonder if this moment would solidify his reputation as the Eighth Holy Spirit in the eyes of these people.

Taking in the solemn mood, William sighed inwardly.

Forget it I’ll slowly resolve any misunderstandings in the future. Based on the current mood, it’s not the time to explain.

On the other hand, he was a little worried about the excited Retribution Templar giving a passionate speech about celebrating this moment.

Fortunately, he could tell that she was holding back her excitementperhaps Nizemar had noticed his gaze.

Completing the symbolic submission, William bent down and offered his hand to help Floral back to her feet.

At this moment, a voice mixed with anger and mockery sounded from behind them.

“Hahahaha, a promise? Is it worth anything?”

Ebony’s hand shook as he pointed at William.

His jaw was clenched tight and his voice was strained.

But before William could respond, Floral spoke up,

“I know your secret. I know you’ve been replacing the Rotten Root Tree Sap used for executions with a potion to fake the deaths of those people. I know you sent them deep into the roots of the World Tree to hide. But do you want to know why I haven’t exposed you?”

Her calm, collected words stunned the other party.

If he had heard this bombshell from Floral before, he would have been shaking with fear. But now, he didn’t know how to react.

“You knew?” he stammered after a moment of silence.

“The use of those potions was completely unnecessary. Rotten Root Tree Sap only works on the living.”

Floral didn’t answer the other party’s question. Instead, she changed the topic.

The meaning behind her words was clear. Ebony thought he had saved those people, but in reality, they were just a group of undead.

Just as William had saidthe 42 people he saved were undead driven by remnant memories.

“By the way, I’ve been sending people to maintain the Emerald Protection spell you released. Continuously casting that spell with undead bodies takes a toll on the body,” Floral continued, her eyes locked onto Ebony’s furious gaze. Her words were filled with mockery and provocation, even though her tone was devoid of emotion.

“No, that’s impossible All these years, they’ve been”

Ebony took a step back, his eyes darting between William and Floral. Feeling helpless and defeated, he whispered, “You two, you’ve teamed up to deceive me, haven’t you?”

Ebony stopped in his tracks.

“Yes, that’s it! You’re both lying to me!”

It was like the gaze of a gambler who had bet his arm after a loss.

William turned to Floral and asked, “Can you explain what’s happening here?”

The 42 undead individuals in the underground root system were indeed a mystery. How could they possess such high levels of intelligence?

William had always believed that the Holy Tree Duke was behind their existence, using them as a way to gather her opposition and eliminate them in one swift strikethis could be said to be the standard operation of a dystopian ruler.

He could tell that Floral had not taken the initiative to participate, but only allowed them to operate their faction secretly in the underground roots.

“Yes, Your Holy Excellency. If you want an answer They, including Mr. Ebony, are the so-called ‘wedges’ the Lady of Starvation established for the final ritual,” Floral replied respectfully.

“Wedges? Does that mean they’re coming from another timeline, like a thread through a needle?” William asked.

The thought made William uneasy. It was like saying people from other timelines could come to this one and that two of him could exist at the same time. The idea was unsettling.