333 He Actually Knows
“In that case… that fellow didn’t kill Garet Wolfspeak on a whim back then,” Remides said after Enso Oak and the others left the Canopy Temple.

“Why do you say that?” Nizemar asked in confusion.

“That loyal clerk should know more about Floral Kane than that half-baked forest druid,” Remides replied as she set up the barrier in the temple again.

“It can’t be much. After all, he didn’t even know that Floral is a lich,” Nizemar retorted subconsciously.

“That’s normal. Back then, the Presiding Judge was forced to tell us that Nehe was a lich because he couldn’t hide it any longer. It was still an era when the Holy Spirits Church was influential, and public opinion was much worse about necromancy magic than now. Judgment was in a mess because of this matter, especially Cass, a staunch Holy Spirits believer. He even said things like ‘it’s either him or me.’ He almost quit Judgment because of this,” Remides recalled with narrowed eyes.

“I thought one can tell a lich at a glance.”

As a holy relic searcher in the Eighth Order, Nizemar had participated in crusades against lichs. Typically, even if the undead tried their best to hide their true identities, the aura of corruption and death that originated from their souls would subconsciously leak out.

Not to mention the body that would constantly rot over time—other than the short period of time after the conversion was completed, liches couldn’t hide their identities in civilized society for long periods.

Nizemar still found it extremely unbelievable that Floral could become the leader of Emerald Province as a lich, relying on just a veil that could block the aura of death.

“Generally speaking, that’s the case, but since Floral obtained Nehe’s legacy, it’s very normal for her to be able to conceal the matter. The spell to transform Nehe into a lich is different from the origin of necromancy magic that originated from the worship of the Blackwater Swamp’s ancestors. It’s an undead spell that originated independently from Ravenwood. One of its characteristics is that it can maintain a physical disguise by devouring corpses. Bring her with me,” Remides explained as she hid the last teleportation beacon under the altar. Remides stood up, nodded at Elise, who had been hiding behind Nizemar, and picked up her bow and arrow before walking out of the Canopy Temple.

“Isn’t devouring corpses abnormal enough?”

Confused, Nizemar helped the girl up and followed behind her.

“No one will question why a Forest Elf eats corpses,”

Remides explained simply before continuing, “Since Floral obtained Nehe’s legacy, she must have enough ways to hide her true identity. After all, most of Nehe’s research back then was focused on how to suppress his strength. Sometimes, I feel that he might be more talented in magic than Evelyn…”

Nizemar had heard of Magic Edge Evelyn, the strongest magic chanter among the Judges other than William. Strangely, she couldn’t find any historical records related to such a great mage.
“So, where are we going? Also, why are we bringing her along?” Remides asked as she looked at the obedient little girl beside her with her eyes closed, unsure of what to say.

“Remember the underground root system mentioned previously?” Remides asked.

“Yes… Are we going there?” the other party tersely acknowledged.

“But why?” Nizemar asked, puzzled.

The Presiding Judge had already been to the underground root system twice. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to have missed any clues or information.

“Did Floral tell you where she obtained Nehe’s legacy?”

“No.”

“Did William ask her?”

“He didn’t either.”

“I knew it…”

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Nizemar thought she heard Ava State’s Shadow Queen chuckle.

However, when she was asked this, she realized something strange.

That’s right. Since it’s a legacy of a former Judge, as the Presiding Judge, William should at least ask about the exact location of the legacy, right?

“So, Lord Nehe’s legacy is in the underground root system?” she asked anxiously, and Remides nodded.

“Then, why didn’t the Presiding Judge…”

“Because he’s unexpectedly clumsy and careless in certain matters. He likes to do things his way and never takes into account the feelings of others when making decisions. Therefore, he naturally won’t discover that the legacy is there,” Remides explained after a moment of silence.

Hearing the rare personal emotion in the other party’s words, Nizemar felt that it was best not to continue asking.

The journey to Holy Tree City was silent. The two of them arrived at the foot of the World Tree without any obstacles. Remides said, “Actually, there’s something I haven’t told the Presiding Judge.”

Nizemar nodded and agreed. How else could she answer?

No matter how slow she was, she could tell that these words weren’t meant for her.

“The last time I saw Nehe wasn’t at the Twilight Fortress meeting but in Holy Tree City. After the meeting ended, I came here with him and completely uprooted the Undead Association that originated from Ravenwood.

Ignoring the other party’s attitude, Remides said calmly, “That was our last attempt. I wanted to help Nehe return the soul stored in the soul box to his body and be reborn as a living person.”

“Wait, I remember the Presiding Judge mentioning that Lord Nehe’s soul box was lost before he left, right?” Nizemar finally couldn’t help but interrupt.

“That’s why I said he does things his way. He never cares about others’ feelings. Moreover, his handling of the matter was too clumsy… Nehe already knew that the Presiding Judge threw the soul box into the underground river.”

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“That’s it?”

William halted in his tracks for the second time and turned around.

“The contract was personally drawn up by Beatrice. How much more do you expect me to say?”

Zamara replied in an unfriendly tone from behind the curtain.

“Of course, tell me everything you know… Forget it. I’ll be suspicious if you say it so straightforwardly,” William said, shrugging and crossing his arms. He whispered, “Therefore, the key to the matter is still Camilla, not Beatrice… As for Floral, she played a key role in the entire matter…”

Although William wasn’t sure about the serious impact of Camilla’s origins as a human and not an elf, Floral’s true identity was intriguing.

To be able to advance to a Divine Realm magic chanter at such a young age in an era where magic power connections were monopolized by the Astral Laws was crazy from any angle. This talent placed her above Evelyn.

However, if she wasn’t using mana from the Astral World but burning souls as fuel, it made much more sense.

To be able to squander the souls of the entire Forest Elves as fuel, coupled with the fact that Floral had once been chosen by the Matriarch as an incarnation, William wouldn’t be surprised if she was Camilla’s fuse for the descent ritual.

But the problem was… so what?

But he wasn’t afraid that she would be controlled and betray him since he dared to bring her with him.

He didn’t sense any threat, combined with the two points Zamara mentioned.

Suddenly, William clenched his fist and struck his palm. He looked up at Zamara behind the curtain as if he had thought of something.

“I vaguely understand…”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you understand,” the Lord of Nightmare interrupted William before he could continue.

Her attitude sounded like a disclaimer.

“You thought it through yourself. It has nothing to do with our present meeting. Do you understand?”

She paused for a moment before continuing with Her previous suggestion.

“So, are you planning on agreeing to my previous suggestion now?”

William fell silent.

Zamara had been hinting, or even expressing, what would happen to him from the beginning.

There weren’t many possibilities for him to be “killed” in Currere.

If he suddenly became hot-blooded and faced the legions and a considerable number of Transcendents head-on, other than exhausting his energy and being overwhelmed by numbers, only the Void Sovereigns’ main bodies could possibly kill him when they stepped into Currere.

William could only temporarily suppress enemies who didn’t have health bars. Once he lost the suppression, he couldn’t guarantee his survival.

If he deduced the reason from the outcome, was Camilla planning on sending Her main body to Currere to kill him?

However, the problem was how to cause nomological damage to Currere, just like the Seven Calamities in the past. How could she open a large and wide Moon Realm rift and descend into Currere?

The clues to this method were probably hidden in the two pieces of information Zamara had told him.