In the Name of Empress-Chapter 448 - 308: The Price of Peering into Fate (Part 3)
Establishing the Soul Blood Link may seem like a small disadvantage for Roland now, but in the long run, Alina bears more, though it doesn’t matter.
They even share life itself; there’s no distinction between them.
No time to ponder over the end of the Soul Blood Link ceremony, they promptly moved on to the Destiny Divination while the iron was hot.
"I need to understand you more deeply; next, I’ll ask some rather private questions, please answer truthfully."
Alina’s eyes burned with fiery flames.
This fire made Roland’s scalp tingle slightly.
Fortunately, with the Soul Blood Link, Alina couldn’t harm him, which gave Roland some peace of mind.
"Ask away."
"Which girl do you like the most?" Alina’s eyes sparkled with the soul of gossip.
"And how does this relate to Destiny Divination... Well, it’s Sif." Roland didn’t specify whether it was Elf Sylph or his wife, Empress Sif.
He didn’t plan to let Alina know about Elf Sylph’s existence.
Even if they are all future targets of the Soul Blood Link, there are differences in closeness.
Sif is his wife, naturally, she’s the most important.
Lisa is his sister, and her importance is no less than Sif.
Alina is his best friend, important, but not as much as Sif and Lisa.
"What about Miss Lisa?"
"No less important than Sif," Roland said seriously.
Alina nodded. She knew very well, Lisa’s weight is slightly lower than Sif. When a man says your status is no less than someone’s, it often means slightly less.
If truly equal, they would say you mean much more than her.
Alina slightly bowed her head, softly asking, "Then what about Miss Christine?"
"She’s the Saintess; I completely respect her choices, I have no thoughts between men and women towards her. She’s not a target of the Soul Blood Link."
Roland frowned slightly but still answered.
This was his true thought.
Christine’s future as the formal Saintess, as the Pope, is a friend whose life and death he can entrust, but no more than that.
Not every Saintess is pure outside but lustful inside.
He understood Christine, apart from believing in the Goddess and killing, she was uninterested in other things.
Considering his poor relationship with the Goddess of Light, they might even be enemies in the future.
Thinking of this, Roland couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.
He really couldn’t imagine the scene of raising a blade against Christine.
"Did you really think about going to Jin Yuan with me then?"
"I really did." Roland didn’t hide it, he had even prepared Sister Lisa’s thoughts, but then the situation developed too quickly, and plans couldn’t keep up with changes.
Roland’s answer was somewhat unexpected, Alina was suddenly stunned, and her thoughts wandered.
If Roland had accompanied her back to the country, what would the future be like?
Alina’s fantasy was quickly shattered.
Most likely, they would be caught in one net by that rebel Marco and all killed.
The romance in her heart vanished instantly, replaced by a stern demeanor.
Alina’s questions gradually became normal.
With questions and answers continuing for over an hour, Alina had gained a very deep understanding of Roland.
Just as Roland was unwilling to answer any more questions, she stood up and bowed to Roland.
"Roland, although words of gratitude cannot express my feelings, I still have to say, thank you."
"Divination, begin now!"
The Angel Cards fell, the golden card representing the Son of Destiny landed steadily on the table.
As one card after another fell, Alina finally pierced through the fog, seeing familiar faces appear in the chaotic river of destiny.
Roland, Sif, and Lisa were all among them.
Roland’s face flashed by, but Alina had already captured his aura, easily locking onto it.
The river of destiny began to surge.
Alina’s soul was like a lone boat in the waves, wildly shaking.
She could be thrown out of the river of destiny at any moment, but she clung on tightly and did not let go.
This was the only opportunity; she would not miss it.
Don’t even think about escaping my pursuit!
Alina’s eyes turned crimson, and she grimly took off her glasses, determination added to her gaze.
Although art student Alina was timid, once fierce, she was fiercer than Captain Alina.
"Stop!"
With a crisp sound, Roland’s phantom in the river of destiny froze, and blocking him was Empress Sofia.
She slowly turned, her cold face appearing faintly, yet it filled Alina with despair.
She actually sensed an aura from Sofia similar to that of the three Goddesses.
Could Sofia actually Ascend to Divinity?
A successful general requires ten thousand bones, and for a True God to walk out of the mortal realm, the flesh and bones beneath her feet are more than tens of thousands.
It’s a blood-filled path of no return.
Are we all to become mere stepping stones for her Ascension to Divinity?
Alina was utterly despairing.
