344 Final Advice
After William made the arrangements, Floral asked nervously, “So, is this really enough?”

After putting the items away in his inventory, William asked casually, “Why? Is there anything else to worry about?”

“There’s… the most important thing. If I announce these things to all the Forest Elves from White Bone Castle, how can I guarantee that the citizens can understand what I’m saying? Even if they can, will they really believe me?”

The education level of most Forest Elves could only be described as tragic. Other than the forest druids in the Oak Council who had systematic knowledge inheritance, the general education of ordinary Forest Elf civilians was basically completed through fables or religious proclamations.

It was simply a fantasy to hope that these complicated concepts could be understood and believed by all the citizens through her speech.

Likewise, Ebony said worriedly, “Moreover, even if they can understand, can they immediately sacrifice their lives for the future of their race as you expect?”

Or was he planning on placing the success or failure of the entire plan on the moral standards and dedication of mortals?

Ebony was long past the age where he took bard stories seriously. Therefore, even if the person in front of him was the Doomsday Watcher’s Presiding Judge in legends and the incarnation of the legendary Eighth Holy Spirit, he definitely wouldn’t believe that the other party had solely relied on his virtue and justice to create so many legends.

William explained, “You’ve misunderstood. What I want you to do isn’t to move them, but to inform them and tell them the truth. On this basis, they can choose to provide help or quietly wait for their fated dissipation after everything is settled. I don’t have the ability to correct the Forest Elves’ wrong history for the past 5,000 years. No one can, not even gods. Similarly, I don’t have the right to say that I want to redeem all of them. They are both perpetrators and victims. I can’t make a decision. The only thing I can do is tell them the truth of all of this so that they can at least have the right to be angry.”
As for what choice they made after being angry, that was up to them.

In any case, be it providing help or causing trouble, it wouldn’t affect the overall situation much.

William looked at Floral and added, “In addition, as for whether the citizens can understand or believe you, you can rest assured that I’ve reached a tacit understanding with the fellow who weaved this entire dream. At the very least, there won’t be any problems with such a trivial matter.”

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“Cracks have appeared in the Forest Elves’ dream, and the dream you weaved is gradually collapsing. Dreamer, can I take it that you plan on violating your contract?”

In the Moon Realm above the endless sky, Camilla’s voice suddenly sounded in the mist that reflected the endless dreams of Currere.

Her words seemed accusatory, but Her tone was calm as if She had expected it.

“The Moon Realm rift called the Healer’s Scar has been opened. It’s normal for cracks to appear in the dream world when lucidity and the dream world intersect.”

Zamara, the owner of the Nightmare Swamp, replied after a moment of silence.

Of course, only She knew if the truth was as She had described.

“But you can’t even maintain three days… No, you can’t even maintain a day of stability?” Camilla asked in a sticky voice.

After the Healer’s Scar was opened, Ravenwood’s dreamscape slowly collapsed. At this rate, the cognitive deception maintained by Zamara’s dream would gradually lose its effectiveness in this timeline.

The undead living in this timeline would gradually regain their original understanding.

“Yes, it can be stabilized as long as the Healer’s Scar is temporarily sealed, but I don’t think you will make that choice,” Zamara replied.

She knew that Camilla definitely wouldn’t make such a choice because Her strength was constantly projected into Currere through the Moon Realm rift. A portion of Her power had materialized into a Lunar Monster Legion and transformed into a hungry army that marched through the Moon Realm rift and majestically stepped into Currere. It was a huge army gathered in Ravenwood under the leadership of several Demon Generals.

As for a larger portion, it gradually resonated with the incarnation—the World Tree—that She had been preparing for many years in the form of a concept. When the synchronization was completed, the World Tree would directly awaken and become the largest Currere incarnation in history. At the same time, it was the one that was most compatible with the Void Sovereign’s power.

“So what if more than half of your strength is projected on that Void Incarnation? When the undead there sense their true nature, this timeline you’ve been running for thousands of years will be reduced to nothingness because you can’t synchronize it with true history.

“Instead of that, why don’t you pull the fictional Ravenwood back to your Moon Realm domain? When the time comes, your strength will become one of the strongest among us.”

Stop thinking about turning your origins into the true history of Currere.

Zamara tried one last time to persuade Her.

“Mortals are best at lying to themselves. Even if the illusion you weave collapses, as long as they’re unwilling to face reality, they won’t expose their lies for the time being. This way, as long as no lunatics shout and tell the undead the truth, the historical synchronization between the two timelines won’t cause too much of a stir,” Camilla only replied coldly.

“So you didn’t consider the possibility of such a lunatic?” Zamara reminded.

“So, do you really think the Moon Realm Calamity is someone who will do such a thing?”

Camilla immediately replied.

On the other hand, Zamara felt that the Calamity from more than a thousand years ago wasn’t such a person, but it was a little difficult to say for the current him…

However, She didn’t say anything.

“Moreover, even if the Calamity goes crazy and does so, he—who has a portion of the Precepts—will become the link that stabilizes this timeline.”

The observations of the holder of the Precept could become an anchor that defined true history.

“Moreover, that Void Incarnation is very strong,” Camilla continued.

She even felt that the tangible strength of Her incarnation could theoretically easily defeat the Moon Realm Calamity who hadn’t obtained the power of the Eighth Holy Spirit for more than a thousand years.

Of course, it was only theoretical. Camilla felt that She couldn’t kill him.

In the past, before the Moon Realm Calamity was powerful to that extent, They had many opportunities to theoretically kill the other party, but They ultimately failed in an extremely strange manner.

He always won.

Back then, the Void Sovereigns—at the very least most of them—hadn’t considered the possibility of the Precept being in that man’s hands.

Now, if They wanted to completely kill the Calamity who wielded the Precept, the only way of killing him was for a Void Sovereign’s true body to enter Currere and use their own infinity to kill the other party’s infinity.

It was a complete annihilation with Their absolute status and strength.

After hearing Camilla’s words, Zamara didn’t plan on persuading Her.

Before the other party left, She delivered Her last piece of advice.

“If you’re sure you want to follow the plan Beatrice tailored for you, I only have one thing to say. The Demon General under Her, Silence, disappeared after destroying the Healer Lighthouse. Have you ever wondered why the Demon General under Her command was sealed under the Astral Lighthouse that belongs to your timeline?”