The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 274 - 204 An Su: Do you know what my cultivation level is now?
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I’m startled, what the heck.
An Su’s eyebrows rose slightly, somewhat surprised that the princess could guess his identity.
No wonder she had been sneaking looks for so long.
The body he now inhabited was indeed very different from Merlin’s, first and foremost because the total amount of magical power couldn’t match that of Merlin’s original body, and secondly, the amount of magic An Su could wield was limited,
Moreover, although the body was created by Merlin, its core was still An Su’s soul, and the aura that emanated was also different.
But being able to discern the difference still indicated that the princess’s level of magic was terrifyingly high.
You should know, previously a full seven saints had failed to see through An Su’s disguise, even thinking that An Su resembled Merlin more than Merlin himself, a level of deception only the current God of Law could possess.
Nevertheless, recognizing him as not Merlin made sense, but identifying him as An Su Moningsta did not, especially since An Su had never met this princess before.
Unless she had been targeting him for a long time.
"Am I right, Mister An Su Moningsta standing before me?"
Cersei was dressed in an elegant yet simple manner, adorned with magnolia flowers intertwined with golden threads, the trim of her shirt was made of expensive white snow sculptured leather, her wrist revealed beneath the cuff, covered by white silk gloves, her slender legs beneath the petticoat, stepping in a pair of crystal boots.
Her snow-white eyes were devoid of extraneous emotion, so calm they seemed like a frozen lake surface, reflecting the silhouette of An Su,
"Actually, I’m Lisiter Muen." An Su also revealed an elegant smile, full of noble etiquette.
"You are the direct heir of the Morningstar family on the border, Mr. An Su." Cersei said.
"Actually, I am Arthur Sunny." An Su insisted on denying it to the end, determined to say next that he was actually Kavensis, borrowing a body to return.
"As a child, you adopted a maid called ’Enya Moningsta,’ and your father is ’Karlo Moningsta.’" Cersei rattled off as if reciting treasures from memory, tilting her head to the side, lips curving in a triumphant smirk, "You’ve been motherless since childhood."
To address such matters straightforwardly, how did it turn into cursing all of a sudden?
An Su felt this generation’s princess truly lacked manners.
"You also wouldn’t want the Archbishop to know that you’re impersonating the Holder of Heaven, right?"
"I also know about what happened earlier, you’ve rewritten the exam questions, haven’t you?"
Cersei reveled in the sensation of besetting the young man before her step by step, a rare form of entertainment for the empire’s third princess.
The princess was a thorough efficiency advocate, willing to employ any methods to carry out her so-called justice, even indulging in them gladly.
In the pursuit of absolute justice, she felt a vivid joy.
And An Su Moningsta was a chess piece she could use.
"If you follow my advice, I would be delighted to keep your secret," Cersei said with a smile, "and ensure your safety."
So that’s how it is.
An Su too smiled, turning around, no longer with his back to all living beings; his azure eyes locking onto Cersei, brilliant as if a corner of the starry sky had collapsed into them, the intricate and complex starlight twinkling in his pupils.
"Do you know what level I am at now?" An Su huffed coldly, flipping his red robe with righteousness, "Humph, youngster, you dare to slander me?"
"..." Cersei blinked, tilting her head left and right, now confused by An Su, "Where have I slandered you..."
She suddenly felt that things were going beyond her expectations.
"Do you know," An Su said patiently, "that the memories of saints who die in the Nether World are erased, and they cannot enter the Nether World again for a short time?"
"All I have to do is kill you here."
An Su walked slowly towards the steps, the cold wind lifting his scarlet robe, his faceless visage holy yet distorted, the magic power circuit of the demigod rippling with each step he took down the stairs, his gaze growing more serene,
"Then you would have no idea who I am."
"Just dying once would be enough." An Su’s smile was sunny and warm, "Don’t think of threatening me with my family, did you know I’ve been motherless since I was a child?"
This sort of blunt statement left the princess at a loss.
How did it suddenly leap to murder and silence?
She had not expected that the young man before her could jump to such an extreme conclusion, to declare openly in the very heart of the Magic Association, above Heaven itself, his intent to murder the current third princess. Even the most wicked and dreadful cultist would not dare to harbor such audacious thoughts.
At last, Cersei’s calm eyes showed a ripple, her assessment of An Su had been wrong.
Fundamentally wrong.
This man was worse than she had imagined.
If the God of Law’s behavior was simply blunt, then An Su’s was shockingly so, ranking even higher in brazenness.
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"You really are..." Cersei’s eyes shimmered, "So interesting."
In all her years as a princess, Cersei Milton had never faced such pure malice; she could feel that An Su was serious with his words.
The conclusion this young man had reached was serious, and the shadow of death loomed close. It was the first time she had ever felt such a sensation.
She breathed in slightly, her long, white fingers touching her cheek, lips curving up carrying a bizarre smile, and Cersei felt joy, as though she had stumbled upon some rare treasure, "If you’re set on killing me, you truly are a villain."
