More than a thousand years
Hicks ripped out her heart in Simonton Forest, and because of the replacement surgery, her health deteriorated and her lifespan was shortened.
Although she herself was unaware of the dangers of the replacement technique, she vaguely felt that it was a punishment for being reborn.
After all, in her previous life, she knew about the substitution technique but didn't have the opportunity to use it, so she wouldn't have such a side effect.
Eighteen-year-old Tiffany, no matter how much Margaret tried to persuade her, still couldn't grasp just how dangerous the situation was.
But she was different; she knew the series of consequences that would follow if she used the substitution technique.
She sighed softly, got out of bed, and saw that it was still dark outside.
Tiff took a cloak from the wardrobe, put on a hat, and went to Simonton Forest to find Margaret. She teleported directly to the outside of Margaret's castle.
She just discovered that 70% of the magic power from three years later has been integrated into her current body.
She no longer needed to draw a magic circle, because she could move directly to Margaret's location.
She pushed open the door directly. The castle was dimly lit, and it seemed that Margaret was not there.
"Snap." She snapped her fingers, and the light came on, bright and dazzling.
Tiffany slowly walked to the coffee table, sat on the leather sofa, and moved with the ease of someone in her own home.
"Click." A soft sound came from behind the sofa. Tiffany remained seated, neither getting up nor turning her head.
Seeing her like this, Margaret's eyes flashed with surprise, and she raised her eyebrows. "What's wrong with you...?"
"I need to talk to you about something." Her voice was flat and emotionless.
Margaret laughed. "I'm not blind. I'm asking you why you're sitting here?"
"No?" Tiffany picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea.
So self-righteous, when she first came, she would have knocked on the door!
Wait a minute, Margaret's pupils dilated, her gaze falling on Tiff's back. Of course, she didn't doubt that this was Tiff, but she was wondering what period of Tiff she was from, and whether she was still the original Tiff.
His words from back then came back to mind.
"You might fail the first time, but that's okay, you'll have another chance."
Was this what He meant when He spoke of it?
"Thump, thump." Her heart pounded. Was this really the second time? She was a little excited. She walked around the sofa and stopped diagonally opposite Tiff.
She had just finished her tea, placed the teacup on the coffee table, and then looked up. Her eyes were as calm as a lake, and the corners of her mouth were no longer habitually upturned as before. Her expression remained unchanged, as if nothing could affect her demeanor.
The instant their eyes met, Margaret knew without asking a question that she was no longer the Tiffany she knew before.
After hesitating for a moment, she still didn't ask the question. "What is it?"
Tiff noticed her hesitation, but she didn't care. "Do you know how to make someone's soul fly away?"
He wanted to ensure that there would be no possibility of rebirth.
Margaret stopped.
Sure enough, this was not the first time, which means that He will return soon.
"When will you be able to ascend the throne?" Margaret asked eagerly.
Seeing her undisguised excitement, she said, "Before December next year."
According to the original timeline, she should have ascended the throne two years later, but having gained memories of her past life, she believed she could take the throne ahead of schedule.
With less than a year to go, she turned her back to hold back the tears that were about to fall, and raised her head as if staring at the portrait on the wall.
"First, we need to check if his soul is intact, in case he pulls out a wisp of it, as even a wisp of soul can bring someone back to life."
"Then read all his memories, which requires a lot of energy. Finally, separate his soul memories, put them into containers, and then destroy them."
"The container needs to be specific, so you can go back first and come back to pick it up in a month."
“The price…” Margaret turned around, a shrewd glint in her eyes, “Naturally, it’s much more expensive, a billion each.”
Tiffany laughed as if she had heard something interesting. "Margaret, I want this not only for myself, but also for the person you want to resurrect."
"Otherwise, if something goes wrong, do you think that person could be brought back to life?"
"I advise you not to be too greedy, one billion each."
"I could buy dozens of castles with a billion dollars, ha... Your asking price is way outrageous, isn't it?"
Margaret blinked. She knew from the moment she heard about buying dozens of castles that Tiffany must have thought she wanted gold coins. In fact, she wanted silver coins. Well, she did it on purpose, deliberately not saying which currency she wanted. If she really wanted gold coins, she would have said so already.
"What do you think?" Margaret asked tentatively.
"Two for every one hundred million gold coins."
"No way!" Margaret's eyes widened. She had thought that Tiff would only cut the price to two for a billion gold coins at most, but she didn't expect it to be two for a hundred million gold coins. Since one gold coin equals ten silver coins, she lost a hundred million.
"One hundred million silver coins."
“You, one hundred million gold coins it is,” Margaret said through gritted teeth. Tiffany was getting more and more stingy.
Thinking this way, although she also felt that she was asking for too much...
"Aren't you afraid I might tamper with the container?" Margaret looked at her with a hint of resentment.
Tiffany stood up, glanced at her lightly, and said, "If you want to wait decades, then do it."
She walked all the way to the door, and only when the door was closed could she be shielded from that intense gaze.
Margaret was too audacious in asking for money. I spoiled her rotten before. Ten billion gold coins is a country's annual income. She doesn't know how many armies she could build with ten billion gold coins.
Margaret watched Tiffany walk out, and as soon as the door closed, she collapsed onto the sofa, covered her face, and sniffed softly.
A thousand years! She waited for over a thousand years, and finally she was able to see Him again.
God, God!
Her heart throbbed with pain, and she felt as if she had returned to the day He disappeared, when everything vanished. If He hadn't granted her eternal life, she probably would have thought it was all a dream.
She waited for over a thousand years for the person whose prophecy could bring her a glimmer of hope. She went from being anxious and impatient to becoming numb. Finally, Tiff appeared.
She will be able to see Him in just one year. Of course, she will most likely not see Him in his whole form, but only his soul. But that doesn't matter, she can raise Him, just like He did for her.
Of course, those other gods must not be able to rise before her; she must stop them.
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“Duke…” Lisa pushed open the door but did not see Tiffany. She frowned slightly. She had just instructed the maid to prepare breakfast and left for a while, but now the room was empty.
She puffed out her cheeks, thought for a moment, then went out and headed towards the study. Sure enough, after knocking on the door, she received a response from Tiffany.
The moment she stepped inside, she was momentarily dazed. Tiffany was handling official business, skillfully making corrections on parchment with a quill pen. Her blonde hair was tied up with a red ribbon, and she wore a custom-made red dress with white trousers tucked into brown boots. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto the unapproved documents.
For some reason, Lisa felt that Tiffany had changed in some way, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Tiff didn't move after Lisa came in, until she signed and stamped the document in front of her.
Seeing Tiffany stop, Lisa immediately came to her senses. "Duke, breakfast is ready."
“Hmm.” Tiff responded, stood up, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Lisa, “Tell Lily and Hicks that I want to see him sometime.”
She had asked him to help kill Murray, but a month had passed and there was still no progress. She was starting to suspect that Hicks was playing a trick on her.
After the meal, she prepared a mixture so that she wouldn't have to drink the individual bottles of potions that changed her hair color, eye color, voice, and body shape; she could just drink that one bottle.
Still in the working-class district, Hicks pushed open the door. The person inside heard the sound, only turned their head slightly, and then continued drinking tea at the table.
It was the same person as last time, but without the cloak, and he seemed more at ease than before.
"I heard you wanted to see me."
“Yes, it’s been a month since we last met. I want to know why you haven’t made a move against Muli yet.” She went straight for the point without the slightest hesitation.
"If it's inconvenient for you, I can offer you some assistance."
Hicks's expression darkened slightly; wasn't this a blatant doubt about her abilities?
“Degree,” he said.
"What level of severity do you want? A fatal blow to the throat, or leaving no corpse behind?" he asked Tiffany.
“It’s up to you.” Tiffany stood up, turned around, and stared straight at him. “As long as he’s dead, anything goes.”
"Of course, I want to see his head."
Hicks's expression changed at the mention of the word "head," as if he had remembered something.
"…the term."
"A deadline?" Tiffany chuckled softly. "How could I possibly set a deadline for you? You can kill him whenever you want. If it happens tonight, it would be even better if I could hear of his death tomorrow."
Hicks watched the woman's departing figure. Of the five princes, excluding the one with intellectual disabilities, four had killed two who had no right to the throne. Now, he was being asked to kill the crown prince.
If he didn't know that the true leader of the Red Tower was definitely not Willey, he would have suspected Willey even after the Crown Prince's death.
The leader of the Red Tower aims for the throne. It's unknown whether she will spare the intellectually disabled prince; in Tiffany's previous life, she did not.
Come to think of it, after all, she might have killed her lover, the crown prince, so how could anyone else have been spared?
late at night
A figure sneaked into the Crown Prince's bedroom. He put on a cloak and tiptoed to Muli's bedside. Then he took out a sharp dagger and held it to Muli's neck. He only needed to exert a little force to cut his throat.
Within a few breaths, the person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the dark figure, but before Muli could make any move, they inexplicably fainted.
Hicks smiled slightly, then gripped the dagger tightly.
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