Sorcerer's Handbook-Chapter 666: Fates Guidance

Watching Igor being choked by the sword Princess, Deya was bewildered.

Having spent the past decade as a princess in the Tower, she knew few people, and even fewer had managed to forge a connection with her.

Igor was one of those rare few.

Of course, everything changed once Deya became the Empress. She could freely travel to any part of the Gospel Kingdom, and everywhere she went, countless people vied to be her friend.

After all, she was the first Gospel Empress in nearly seven hundred years with emotional inclinations. Her likes and dislikes could alter the fate of the Kingdom, her wishes could change countless lives.

She could dream something one night and make it come true by morning.

Some approached Deya for self-preservation, like the Mercury Family, who once hunted her. Others sought to advance further, like the Senhaeser and Belldate Families, who had once welcomed her.

Qenna had suggested more than once to send clansmen from Senhaeser to serve the Empress in the palace; Yvaren was even more daring, offering herself as the Empress’s maid, ready to give her heart to the Empress!

Even though Deya hadn’t expressed any opinions, everyone eagerly speculated on her divine will, trying to uncover the New Empress’s preferences.

Such is the power of authority.

Deya could be a capricious Empress, and everyone was prepared to welcome a willful and indulgent New Empress.

But how much of the Yisuo Dynasty’s seven hundred years of heritage could Deya squander? The Yisuo Royal Family had diligently contributed to the Gospel for seven centuries, so what harm could a little whimsy from Deya do?

More importantly, no one could defy Deya, who possessed the Gospel Deity.

Yet, instead of indulging in whims to compensate for her childhood, Deya consciously confined herself to the Royal Palace, rejecting all external flattery and goodwill.

As for governance and policy matters, she entrusted them to the most rational White Queen, never revealing her personal desires in front of outsiders.

Deya once read a fairy tale picture book where the protagonist was an emperor. She had forgotten the story, but remembered a line: “I am a lonely ruler.”

A sovereign must be solitary and emotionless, for without solitude, there is favoritism; with emotions, there is bias. Though she hadn’t received formal education, only fairy tale books, she naturally adapted to her new role and understood her responsibilities.

Perhaps it was ancestral bloodline, perhaps Ash’s influence, or perhaps… she simply wanted to be a good Empress.

In any case, without being brainwashed by the Gospel Deity, Deya, like the Empresses of Yisuo before her, lived a secluded life, embodying a reserved beauty. To wield power without indulging whims is challenging enough, especially after being confined for over a decade. Even Deya wasn’t sure she could maintain it.

But the price was her social circle becoming fixed. Before leaving the Tower, she was an untouchable princess; after ascending to the Gospel, she was a solitary Empress. Only during her time at the Funeral Firm did she experience normal social interactions.

Annan Dolan, Banjeet Dolan, Ash Heath, Igor Bukin, Archibald Harvey… she valued them.

Thus, she chose Annan to be her representative, establishing a governance team to push forward reforms.

As for Ash, there was no doubt; she had already reserved a position for him that could potentially bring chaos to the nation.

However, when it came to Igor, Deya’s feelings were quite complicated.

She was well aware that Igor didn’t like Lise. From the beginning to the end, the Con Artist never hid his disdain. Yet, he would braid Lise’s hair, buy clothes for her, and even protect her.

The thought of Ash likely returning to Gospel with Igor made Deya feel troubled.

Even though she was the Empress, if she truly wanted to lock Ash in a dark room to prevent him from going to the Stars, her first obstacle wouldn’t be the sword Princess, but rather the Con Artist and the necromancer.

Despite this, Deya sincerely hoped Igor would return safely.

Because Lise wanted to see Aunt Bukin.

Because Ash couldn’t lose the Con Artist.

“Wait!”

“Don’t kill him yet!”

Deya looked at Vesser in surprise.

She had shouted without thinking, only realizing afterward that she had no valid reason to save Igor. To maintain her secrecy power, she couldn’t reveal that she was Lise Deya, nor could she let the sword Princess know the Con Artist’s importance to Ash.

Moreover, Igor was too perceptive. If she suddenly showed concern for him, he might actually figure it out! If the secrecy power were to break, Deya would be left in tears.

But since Vesser had also called for a halt, she must have a solid reason. All Deya needed to do was agree with her and save Igor!

However, Vesser, though appearing calm, was already deep in thought.

She had to save the mental sorcerer, not out of friendship-they had no such bond-but purely because Ash’s real-world team couldn’t do without a mental sorcerer!

If it were the necromancer, Vesser might have hesitated, given that his value was not as high.

But the mental sorcerer was different. Without him, Ash’s real-world team would collapse instantly. Furthermore, with the Four Pillars Cult and the Qinyi Alliance soon intensifying the war, without the mental sorcerer to lead, Ash and his team would likely get caught in the war’s Whirlpool!

Yet, Vesser also had no reason to save him!

The only reason she could offer was, “He knows the Observer.”

But who is he? And how do you know they know each other?

A little probing would make the sword Princess and the Witch realize she knew Ash in reality, and the Silver Lantern identity wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

So, I can’t save him directly; instead, I need to…

“The longing for is just to erase his soul, so why not have him surrender all his spirits first?” Vesser suggested. “Otherwise, his spirits would be erased too, which would be a terrible waste.”

Sonya was taken aback, “Strip the pig before slaughtering it? … Oh, ‘strip the pig’ is a saying from my hometown, meaning to extract every last bit.”

“But he wouldn’t willingly give up his spirits, would he? With a single thought, he could destroy his own spirits. Sanctuary sorcerers are smart; unless a Pact is made to guarantee his safety, he wouldn’t easily give up his life’s work.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The Sword Princess paused and said, “Moreover, taking a life for a spirit is one thing, but murder and robbery are another. The former is for survival, the latter for personal greed.”

“Even if we don’t take his spirit, it will go to waste, but for something like this, I…”

Sonya looked conflicted. “…At least I need to take a few lives to steel myself mentally for such a transformation.”

Vesser’s mouth twitched.

She suddenly realized that the Sword Princess might be the type to easily fall into selfishness, with a moral baseline as flexible as a rubber band, the kind that doesn’t need a push to slide into the Abyss. Whatever Ash did, it not only preserved the Sword Princess’s innocence but also…

Turned her into someone who could warm others.

“But aren’t we trying to improve ‘longing for’ so it doesn’t have to be lethal?” Vesser said. “Maybe he got some unique spirits from the Specter’s Inheritance that could effectively refine this Miracle.”

Sonya hesitated for a moment but then shook her head. “You were right earlier; we have no choice but to kill, so let’s not hold onto false hope.”

But I didn’t expect the first person we’d have to kill would be a mental sorcerer or Aunt Bukin!

Vesser and Deya deeply felt the invisible malice of fate.

As they racked their brains for reasons, Igor finally caught his breath and asked, “You want to refine a Miracle… from which Spellcasting Sect?”

“Dream Sect! It’s a secondary spell developed from the Mental Sect and Soul Sect!” Deya quickly replied, but then switched to a fierce tone, “The effect is to steal spirits by controlling Dreams! If you can’t help, then you’re as good as dead!”

“I can help,” Igor said. “I just got a Canon from the specter, a Miracle procedure from the 34th level ‘Soul’s Obsession,’ which includes some Dream Spirits. I can bring them out.”

“Plus, I’ve reached the Sanctuary level in both the Mental Sect and Soul Sect, so I should have the capability to refine the Miracle.”

The three exchanged glances. Sonya released him, frowning, “How can it be such a coincidence? Are you a Con Artist?”

“It’s not that coincidental,” Igor said softly, leaning against the wall. “Maybe there’s a bit of fate’s guidance.”

This morning, as usual, Igor used a Revelation spirit after his bath.

In truth, the Revelation spirit was of little use to him now. After all, the Revelation spirit was only One-Winged, while he was a three-wing sorcerer. The fate he carried had already surpassed the observation limits of the Revelation spirit.

The hints from the Revelation spirit had become increasingly trivial, offering minor benefits if followed but no harm if ignored.

However, today’s hint was peculiar, directing him to comfort Ash. Initially, Igor had no intention of paying attention, but when he saw Ash looking downcast at dinner, he decided to talk to him later, only to find them in the middle of a pillow fight.

Normally, Igor wouldn’t indulge in such trivialities, but Raven promised not to use any martial skills, and no one could resist such a temptation. So everyone ended up ganging up on Raven, yet still, Raven fought them off, leaving them in disarray.

Afterwards, Igor asked Ash if he was alright. Ash replied that he had a headache from Raven’s beating and needed a bit of mental massage miracle. Normally, the Con Artist wouldn’t bother with him, but considering the Revelation, he gave Ash a quick head rub.

Ash was so moved that he tapped Igor’s head and bestowed upon him an enhancement miracle, something called ‘Ignite Soul.’

Once Igor entered the Virtual Realm, he discovered a remarkable change within himself-he had recently cultivated his soul to fifty Human Souls, but tonight it had suddenly skyrocketed to five hundred Human Souls!

A tenfold increase!

Because of this, he managed to reach the 80th level and obtained the specter Canon ‘Soul’s Obsession’!

He thought that was the end of the Revelation’s guidance.

Turns out, the guidance wasn’t over yet.

Watching Igor pull out several Dream Spirits, Sonya pulled Deya and Vesser aside for a quick discussion, then turned to him seriously and said, “Are you willing to help us improve the miracle procedure? Time is extremely urgent, and if we catch you doing anything suspicious, for safety’s sake, we’ll have to execute you immediately.”

“But if you succeed in improving it, we’ll let you go.”

For a sorcerer they ‘didn’t know,’ this was the best deal Vesser and Deya could negotiate. Now the question was, would the petty Con Artist accept these terms?

Igor slowly lifted his head and glanced at the red-haired female sorcerer before him.

This wasn’t their first encounter.

Back in the Arena on the Time Continent, he and Harvey had been killed by them once.

It had been a while, and with so much happening in between, Igor had forgotten about it.

So much so that when Ash was influenced by the Kaleidoscope, transforming into this red-haired female sorcerer who bore no resemblance to his originals, the Con Artist didn’t make the connection.

Moreover…

He looked at the two female sorcerers behind the sword Princess, wondering who the other participant in the love triangle was.

Or perhaps Ash had hidden the fact that it wasn’t just a love triangle, but a love quadrangle?

This must be one of Ash’s hidden secrets, yet he himself wasn’t here, and their words subtly hinted that their killings were for ‘survival’…

Igor’s mind raced with thoughts, yet his face remained impassive. He looked at the red-haired female sorcerer he had been seeing every night recently and nodded, saying:

“I accept your terms.”

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