Chapter 607 I am the answer, so what is the question?



Chapter 607 I am the answer, so what is the question?

In the early morning, as the sun shone, Isabel suddenly awoke from her dream with a startled "whoosh."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She rubbed her face vigorously, trying to remove the remaining warmth with her palms.

"Ummmm..."

She made a sound like a small animal, humming something.

But soon, Isabel became quiet again.

She stretched out her arms and lay on the empty bed, staring blankly at the silver-white ceiling of the bedroom, which was decorated with red cloth and silver chandeliers and constructed of silver and tin.

Isabel unconsciously grasped the air around her.

She had prepared a pillow for Aiwass long ago, but till now, Aiwass had only slept here once.

Sometimes, Isabel would hope that when she woke up, that familiar person would be lying next to her, rather than only being able to see him in her dreams.

But from another perspective... being able to meet again in a dream is at least better than being unable to see each other again after separation.

At least now, before she goes to sleep every night, she can still look forward to being hugged by Aiwass in another world.

"…but I'll still miss you."

She turned over slightly, staring at the empty, cold side beside her, and murmured softly, "I want to see you."

Next, Aiwass is about to prepare for a dangerous ritual.

In order to save energy and adjust her state of mind, Isabel had to stay away from him for at least several nights.

Isabel missed Aiwas very much, but she didn't want to ask Aiwas to take time out to see her at night - although she could also restrain her desire and just hug each other and fall asleep more peacefully. However, she didn't even make such a request.

Because she was more worried about Aiwas's safety than the loneliness of wanting to meet him.

Even Aiwass considered the ritual "very dangerous" unnerved Isabel. She felt Aiwass was practically omnipotent—he had rescued her from such a hopeless situation and tamed the chaotic Avalon like a hound. Even when faced with a true demon, he took it seriously, never fearing or despairing.

——But even Aiwass thought that the operation would be extremely dangerous. He didn't even tell Isabel the specific content of the ceremony.

Isabel knew Aiwass well.

This was because Aiwass believed that Isabel would worry about him after knowing the details of the ceremony. In order to prevent Isabel from experiencing the anxiety of a loved one being pushed into the operating room alone, he said nothing.

...But on the other hand, if Aiwass said nothing, it would mean that he thought it would make Isabel worried. So Isabel would be even more worried.

But there was nothing Isabel could do.

Never mind what she could do—she wasn't even with Aiwass.

“…I can only pray.”

Isabel whispered. She took a deep breath, exerted her strength, and turned over in bed to sit up.

She knelt in the quilt, her hands clasped together respectfully and reverently. Her slightly messy light-blonde hair drooped naturally as she lowered her head.

"I call upon the Silver Crowned Dragon, the God whose sacred number is seven. The God who brooks no disobedience, the God who wears the crown and wields the sword...

"Please protect Aiwass as you would protect your country..."

In order to ease her inner anxiety, Isabel repeatedly prayed for Aiwass in a low voice.

At noon, Isabel finished dressing and sat upright in the Queen's study, concentrating on reading the gift that Aiwass sent to her through the church channel.

"Puppet Mask Secret Sutra".

Aiwass told Isabel that if she could learn this secret book well, she might be able to transcend the limits of space and appear in Avalon and the Theocracy at the same time.

Although Aiwass did not tell Isabel the true effect of the Puppet Mask Tantra in order to avoid preconceived notions that would affect her study of the tantra, Isabel still studied the tantra diligently over the past few days.

It wasn't even entirely for the purpose of playing with Aiwass "offline"...it was also to free herself from the constraints of the title of "Queen".

Next to Isabel was another small book titled "The Transformations of Hell: Puppet Show." This was a reference book for the "Puppet Mask Tantra," or a decryption card.

As a tantra on the path of beauty, reading "The Puppet Mask Tantra" certainly tests the reader's talent and adaptability on the path of beauty. When Isabel flipped through the book, the words on it did not form a discourse that could be read normally.

This book is not a story, but a diary.

Isabel had always loved keeping a diary, so she immediately immersed herself in the story.

Furthermore, the diary's first owner seemed to be a queen... known as the "Queen of Kings." She wasn't human, but a snake-person. The diary contained incomprehensible words written in poetic, profound language.

But other languages ​​were superimposed on her words. The diary's second owner, calling herself "Little Green," was an "archaeology student from the Empire." Apparently, she was researching the history of the Snake People and had found a copy of this diary. She then filled it with numerous annotations and complaints about her daily life.

Its third owner, named "John," apparently worked as a literature professor at the university, also researching the history of the Snake People. He discovered Xiaolu's diary, but rather than denounce her, he engaged in a conversation with her. They expressed differing opinions on the Snake Queen's diary, engaging in dialogue, sharing feelings, and even secrets.

But this tantric book in the Elvish language mixes these three texts together.

Isabel initially thought that the translator had not done a good job and she had been reading the book for two days but still couldn't understand it.

Until she had a headache reading it, she took the book "Hell's Transformations: Puppet Show" and flipped through it this morning... After reading for a while, a sudden inspiration hit her.

Isabel suddenly understood - it was not that the translator did not do a good job, but that he did a great job.

The original version of this tantra must have been a mixture of words from three different scripts on the same book, and the translator unified them using the same font.

She looked at the thin picture album, searching for each object in it. Then, she used this individual to find the same words as in the original text, starting with that word and reading from the beginning. As a result, it became another sentence with a completely different meaning.

Every sentence is a question, every sentence is a riddle.

Although she had no idea what these riddles meant, Isabel felt a mysterious and captivating attraction.

And as Isabel watched in fascination, she suddenly understood the meaningless words of the "Queen of Kings".

Those incomprehensible words happen to be the answers to the riddles posed by the "reference book".

"—The very puzzle that formed the riddle in the first place is actually the answer to the riddle itself!"

Isabel suddenly understood.

And the moment Isabel fully understood the mystery of the book, she suddenly felt a sense of distortion.

It was like breaking free from an illusion—the world around me shattered like a broken window.

Her consciousness was pulled into the tantric book.

She saw the enchanting snake queen, the innocent and romantic female college student Xiaolu, the serious but gentle teacher John, and many more people...

Many stories happened around this storybook about the "Snake Queen".

Then they become stories, and then new stories happen around this story, over and over again.

At the end, the scene changed——

——From the very beginning, there were no people at all!

They were nothing more than masks with different expressions, dancing around the stage. The scene of their dance shrank inwards, becoming the content of another book, with more masks appearing outside; then the scene shrank again...

This is a cycle of books within books, and all the masks are connected by thin transparent threads, the end of which spreads into the endless darkness above.

“I ask you, my successor.

"If I were the answer."

A repetitive voice rang in Isabel's ears: "So, what's the problem?"

(End of this chapter)

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