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Chapter 1361: A Change of Mind

Is she disappointed that she couldn’t kill it?

Roland didn’t know whether to console Fei Yuhan or roll his eyes. Any ordinary person’s first reaction after surviving a battle with something invulnerable would be relief — raw, trembling relief. That Fei Yuhan sat brooding over her failure said something about what kind of mind she had. A genius’s thinking, it had to be said, ran along different rails than everyone else’s.

The higher-ups reached consensus quickly.

Everything touching on the Battle of Divine Will — both worlds, their connection, all of it — was classified. The Martialist Association’s leadership decided that until the Erosion crisis was resolved, none of it could surface without risking the panic that would follow. As for Roland’s identity and what to make of him: that would be handled one step at a time. If Fei Yuhan’s account was accurate, his importance exceeded even the Association’s President. But Prism City couldn’t act on that judgment unilaterally. Sky City and the other branches would need to confer. The process would take time.

In the meantime, Prism City would give Roland whatever support he needed.

With those fundamentals settled, the hall moved into details. Roland waited quietly while they worked through them.


He walked out into the corridor with Fei Yuhan and nearly walked into Valkries.

She stood there watching them both, her gaze settling on Roland after a moment. “I wish to speak with you alone.”

Fei Yuhan smiled. “I’ll leave you to it. Zero is still sleeping in the ward.” She turned and left without ceremony.

Roland followed Valkries around to the courtyard behind the building.

It was winter, but the courtyard held onto its greenery anyway. A thin crust of unmelted snow lay over the lawn, and through it sharp green blades of grass pushed upward — a quiet announcement that the cold season was nearly spent, that the new year was waiting just around the corner. If he had been here for a stroll, this would have been a good place to take one. Valkries had not brought him here for a stroll.

“What did you want to say?” Roland broke the quiet. “You’ve realized you were wrong and you’ve decided to trust me?”

“No. I still cannot trust you.” Valkries shook her head. “The future of our races depends on the Battle of Divine Will. I cannot make a decision without verification.”

“You watched it happen. The Oracle tried to stop me from finding the truth — maybe that means nothing on its own, but doesn’t it suggest we’re pointing in the right direction? Even if I fabricated everything about the Western Front, I couldn’t have arranged the Oracle’s attack.”

“I admit you’re right.” She said it without inflection, without concession. “My position doesn’t change.”

Roland stopped walking. Annoyance moved through him like a cold current. “You are helping the Gods destroy your own civilization.”

“There is no point in criticism when one side holds all the information.” Valkries turned to face him. “The Dream World and reality are separated by the Realm of Mind. If you were me — if you had fought humanity for thousands of years — could you simply resolve yourself to cooperate with enemies on nothing more than a verbal promise?”

Roland opened his mouth. He couldn’t say yes. He stood there with the word just out of reach and finally let the silence answer for him.

After a long moment he exhaled. “Then we have nothing to talk about.”

“I will not make a decision without verification. But—” A pause. “If verification were possible, I would reconsider.”

He blinked. “What?”

“When you drove to rescue Fei Yuhan, the girl at the wheel — she was a Transcendent. But she was different from the witches you normally travel with. Not in ability. In bearing. The witches with you felt familiar to me. The girl at the wheel felt like something from another generation entirely.” She let the observation settle. “The ones I recognize are from the First and Second Battles of Divine Will. After humanity withdrew behind the border, I had no further contact with your kind. So I conclude the girl is young — perhaps even alive in your world right now.”

Young by demon reckoning means centuries younger than the ancient ones. And from a single encounter, she read the difference between Scroll and the God’s Punishment Witches. Roland kept his expression neutral. “What does that have to do with anything? Even if you asked her and she answered, you’d assume we’d staged it.”

“It matters because of how the Union’s witches enter the Dream World. Their life spans are less than a century, and they must have drawn on the Underground Civilization’s legacy for this. I’ve thought about little else since you trapped me — the only theory that holds together involves the Underground Civilization’s peculiar relationship with magic power. They have a remarkable ability to ease connection with the Realm of Mind.” Valkries walked to an ice sculpture in the center of the courtyard and studied her own reflection in its surface. “I originally believed the Union had abandoned their physical bodies entirely and transferred their spirits into a fixed Dream territory. But seeing that young witch — a living Transcendent moving freely in and out of the Dream World without external help — means my theory was wrong.”

“That capability is beyond anything the Underground Civilization achieved,” she continued. “I don’t know what method was used. But I know this: if a living witch can use it, then it should work equally well for a higher ascendant of my race.”

Roland felt something shift in his chest. “You mean you want to—”

“Bring the Sky Lord here to speak with me.” Valkries raised her head. “Even if you created the Dream World, you cannot fabricate what you don’t know. As commander of the Western Front, Hackzord will be able to verify everything I need to confirm.”

Roland stared at her, then felt a short, incredulous laugh escape him. “That’s a Grand Lord. If I could control him, I wouldn’t need my First Army fighting so hard. And Hackzord hasn’t shown its face since our ambush. How am I supposed to find it?”

“I will create the opportunity.” Each word was placed with care, like stones across a ford.

He frowned. “Are you serious?”

“But you must promise me two things. First: you will not use the opportunity to attack Hackzord. Second: whatever decision I reach in the end, you let him go.”

“Do you understand the risk I’m taking?”

“We are all in danger.” Something fierce flashed behind her composure. “Yes — you think this exposes humanity’s secrets. But isn’t it the same for me? To allow a Grand Lord to take this risk—if you break your promise, what can I do but regret? Do not think I made this choice on a whim.”

She steadied herself, the intensity receding. “This is the greatest compromise I will make. Whether to accept the risk is entirely your decision.”

Roland held her gaze for a long moment. “I want to know what changed your mind.”

“To fear the future and abandon the effort is the mentality of cowards. Even knowing defeat is possible, we should do everything we can to turn it around.” The faintest shift crossed her face. “For a human to say such words — it surprised me.”

Those were Fei Yuhan’s words. At the meeting. He felt the pieces lock together. She was already standing outside the hall.

“And do you remember the question you asked me at the start?”

Do you think the Transformer from a thousand years ago did the wrong thing?

Roland nodded.

“I think it did the right thing.” Valkries turned and walked toward the exit. “That is my answer.”

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