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Chapter 997: Suppression

“She — she woke up!”

The cry reached Zooey first, and then the swords.

Several blades at her throat.

“Don’t move.” Alethea’s voice arrived through the mind-link. “Stay still until we confirm who you are.”

Of course. Her hands and feet were shackled, iron locks against stone. She was on the bed where the demon had been. Around her, her partners stood with drawn weapons.

This is exactly right. You don’t ask someone who might be the enemy to identify themselves. You make the determination yourself. A soul transfer means any answer could be a lie — so you don’t rely on the answer.

They decided without asking. That’s a mature choice.

With partners like these, she really had nothing to worry about.

She was about to close her eyes and let them work when something in the crowd stopped her.

Another stone bed had been placed beneath the magic core. She couldn’t see who lay on it from this angle, but the witches clustered around it like a knot, and the answer assembled itself without effort.

They’re going to use the Dream World to confirm my identity.

No — no one here could force Roland to do that. If it’s real, he offered.

But this is wrong. How could Alethea agree to this? Does she not understand what Roland means to the God’s Punishment Witches? And the demon — its understanding of magic power is far deeper than ours. If the Dream World is also constructed from magic power, letting a Senior Demon in is an enormous risk.

I spoke too soon when I praised her.

“Wait,” Zooey said. “Don’t open the Dream World. I’m Zooey.”

Alethea glanced at her. Said nothing.

“Listen — Kabradhabi can alter the properties of magic power. If it enters the Dream World, there’s no telling what it might do. Wake His Majesty. Now. Please.

“Hmm.” A voice she knew, from somewhere behind her. “Lying on a stone slab like that does sound cold. Hard to sleep without a blanket. But then — if you were the demon, you could say exactly this.”

Zooey strained to raise her head.

A grey-haired man stood behind her.

Roland Wimbledon. The mortal king. Not on the other bed. Right here, on his feet, watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

The relief that moved through her was embarrassingly thorough.

He hasn’t lain down yet.

Good.

Something in the body that was not really hers — the body she only inhabited — felt briefly warm. Not the warmth of pain, not the warmth of effort. Something calmer. She didn’t have a clean name for it. It was simply that the emptiness was less empty, and she hadn’t noticed the emptiness until it wasn’t there.

“Then my method is simple,” Zooey said. “Have Lady Camilla reconnect the Mind Resonance. Restore the link between the demon and me.”

“I… did notice a soul displacement,” Camilla said from somewhere in the cluster. Her usual composure had cracks in it. “I suspended the Resonance at that point. But I cannot tell which soul belongs to which body.”

“Are you certain you want to re-enter that state?” Roland asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty. There is no third soul here. Once the demon reveals itself, you’ll know. And the demon will reveal itself.”

“The demon will just… admit it?” The crowd exchanged looks.

“No matter what happens next, it won’t be worse than it is now,” Pasha said. “If Zooey is on the other side, I’ll be able to tell. It’s worth attempting.”

“Then—” Roland scanned the room and made the call. “Reconnect them.”

The familiar sensation closed around her immediately. Zooey pushed her awareness directly toward Kabradhabi’s mind: I said it before. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

“Female — don’t think you’ve won anything!” The demon’s voice blazed back almost simultaneously. It was furious. Destabilized.

Good.

“If you’d rather not discuss that, I’ll change the subject. You know what I’m thinking right now?”

“Why would I admit anything? Try your own method. Let’s see how you distinguish souls without any knowledge of the stream of consciousness.” The demon sneered. “I’d like to watch you try.”

“If you won’t talk,” Zooey said idly, “then I’ll simply come over.”

“What — what does that mean?”

“It means I’ll use the resonance channel to transfer myself into the stream of consciousness. I just realized I can probably do that. You keep calling us bugs — but Extraordinaries are just as sensitive to the flow of magic power as you are. I may not be able to explain it, but I can try to imitate what you did.” A beat. “Do you remember what I told you? If you don’t give me a reason to stop — the rest ends.”

The demon’s voice changed register entirely. “No — female, I — wait—”

“It doesn’t matter which shell you’re in. There are only two here. I’ll find you either way.” Zooey kept her voice careless. “Besides, this time it won’t be a few dozen days. Are you ready?”

Mind Resonance didn’t prevent lies. But when the demon felt the weight of her intent — when it recognized that she meant every word — it finally went quiet.

Then it laughed. Through the damaged mouth of the God’s Punishment soldier, with a sound that was half-panicked and wholly unconvincing, it said: “Enough! You bugs, to press lord Kabradhabi this far — ! Fine. This time — I concede.”

“Keep quiet,” Zooey said through the link. “You’ll frighten His Majesty.”

Ahem, female—” The demon choked on its own response. “You are trampling on the dignity of an advanced race!

“Have you had enough rest?”

A long, suppressed silence. Then, voice dropping to something between bitterness and resignation: “Don’t think this is your victory. Wars like this are trivial setbacks for us. You low-grade bugs have no idea what waits on the other side of the continent. The army of the Sky-sea Realm is consuming the land piece by piece, turning the whole world into an abyss. If we were not occupied stopping them, you and all your meager power would have been ground to dust four hundred years ago.”

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