Yun Wei looked at the eccentric man in front of her and felt an unbearable headache.
He said to Ferrer, “Old sir, your method won’t work. It’s clearly the same person, so how could there be a difference in their composition? His Majesty and I don’t doubt that Isaac isn’t Isaac…”
He stopped talking in time.
The tongue-twister-like words almost made him bite his tongue.
Yun Wei exchanged a helpless glance with Isaac and continued, "We suspect that this timeline is not the original one."
Feller thought for a moment, then said, "I still stand by my opinion. The prince in this timeline is certainly not the prince in the original timeline. Your Highness, please roll up your sleeves."
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Isaac.
The old magician's trembling hands had already picked up the terrifyingly thick syringe.
Yes, the syringe was about the thickness of a little finger, and the syringe barrel was even thicker than Yun Wei's waist.
Yun Wei's eyes widened immediately.
Although he is not afraid of needles and does not have a phobia of sharp objects, if such a thick needle were to be inserted into a person's body, it would undoubtedly be fatal.
He strongly suspected that the other party was simply acting on orders to stab someone!
But Isaac obediently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong, muscular forearms. The pale blue veins were the lines beneath the muscles; the muscles in his forearms were bulging and swollen, as were the veins, reminding Yun Wei of the most delicious bread.
They were originally works of art favored by nature, but placed in front of the brutal syringe, they were an unexpectedly cruel visual shock.
Seeing the old, blind magician carrying a syringe continuing to approach Isaac, Yun Wei grabbed Isaac's arm almost without thinking.
The other person didn't move an inch, but their body heat faithfully transmitted to him, making his palms itch.
But Yun Wei still gripped Isaac's wrist tightly. His fingers and palms were really small, and he could barely even wrap them around the other's wrist.
Then he grabbed Isaac and started running away.
The old magician, unwilling to give up, unleashed a pursuit spell on them, while Yun Wei, without turning his head, rapidly chanted a counter-spell.
Magic clashed, resulting in annihilation.
Colorful and enchanting elements come and go, slowly unfolding and scattering within the spacious palace, much like a refreshing autumn rain.
...
The two ran until they reached a dark alley outside the palace before stopping. The alley was deserted, and only the solemn, monotonous sound of bells could be heard.
Yun Wei then noticed that he was still holding Isaac's wrist.
If the other party hadn't been willing to cooperate with him, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to drag such a powerful warrior along. On the contrary, although he was leading the way, the other party had clearly deliberately slowed down.
Thinking about this made his mind even more chaotic.
Fortunately, the mage's frail body was a good excuse; he leaned against the brick wall behind him, panting heavily.
That's good, I don't have to think about anything.
But Isaac broke the rare silence at that moment, saying, "You're really bold."
Compared to his own disheveled state, the other person's breathing was quite steady, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.
Yun Wei knew that he was referring to his own rudeness in front of Catherine.
He waved his hand, but said, "No, oh... it was His Majesty, oh, it was His Majesty who made me do it."
Empress Catherine the Great still cared for her grandson; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to bring Isaac out so easily.
But Isaac's face darkened.
The other party slapped the wall next to Yun Wei's ear with a palm, producing an unusually crisp sound.
The soldier had clearly restrained his strength; with his power, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to break down an entire wall.
But precisely because of this, his actions seemed very flirtatious.
In the condescending "wall slam," Isaac looked down at Yun Wei and asked, "Yun Wei, if I'm really not him... what are you going to do?"
The other person's tone was extremely serious.
Gazing into those smoky gray eyes, so close yet so intimate, Yun Wei forgot to breathe.
He didn't know how to answer.
His trip to the palace was not without its rewards; he realized how much he wished this time and space could remain the same as before.
The person in front of me is the original Isaac.
But his chest, still recovering from the exercise, refused to give in easily, and he inevitably turned his head to the side, coughing violently.
Once he had finally calmed down, Yun Wei answered in a low voice, "I... don't know."
Upon hearing this answer, Isaac stood up straight again, remaining silent and stubbornly staring at Yun Wei.
Under such scrutiny, Yun Wei quickly succumbed.
He lowered his head helplessly, his gaze falling on the other man's legs and feet. In his memory, Isaac always seemed to stand very straight, like a taut bowstring.
A strong sense of discipline is also a kind of invisible tension.
The other person was always so restrained and patient, which only made him feel more guilty.
Amidst the intertwined, rising and falling breaths of the two, the distant sound of bells was a third unexpected visitor. In that long, hollow silence, Yun Wei suddenly realized that perhaps there was another person who could tell him the answer.
He looked back at the knight in front of him. "I think we should go and visit Dilis."
"Suit yourself." Isaac finally released Yun Wei and strode toward the exit of the dark alley. "If I can't get an answer, I'll go to the Ice Sparrow Territory alone."
The aura emanating from the other person that had enveloped him suddenly vanished, leaving Yun Wei momentarily stunned.
He couldn't help but chase after the other person, so flustered and so eager that even he himself hadn't expected it.
Outside the exit of the dark alley, the silhouette of St. Lucy's Cathedral stands quietly.
...
It was Sunday, and the number of people attending worship was visibly greater than usual.
Not wanting to cause any more trouble, Yun Wei went to a secluded spot, took out a hooded cloak, and put it on.
But as he was bowing his head to fasten the button under his chin, a beam of white light suddenly descended from the sky.
The strange thing is that the densely packed people not far away were completely unaware of it.
Only Isaac came to his side quietly.
A pair of fair and delicate hands emerged from the white light. Dilis pushed aside the light and gracefully emerged from it.
His expression was perfectly normal, as if he had merely peeled open a lotus flower.
Yun Wei looked at Dilis in surprise, "You knew we were looking for you?"
"Of course." The other person's singing voice was as melodious as ever. "How could I, your gentle sister-in-law, sit idly by, thinking of you so earnestly? Of course, I appeared immediately, hehe~"
Yun Wei's face darkened, and he involuntarily broke out in double the goosebumps.
Before he could answer, Isaac had already stepped forward.
The other person, with a sour face, warned, "Speak properly."
That was an unexpectedly familiar tone. If Yun Wei wasn't mistaken, the other person seemed to be jealous again.
"Yes, sir." Dilis immediately made a face, but did nothing more.
He looked at Yun Wei again and explained, "Okay, actually it's not that I want to see you, it's that 'she' wants to see you. Just ask her for the answer directly, your confusion is really... too cute."
"You should know that from God's perspective, there is no difference between you and me."
The innocent Pope spread his sleeves and, as if by magic, produced a snow-white owl.
If Yun Wei understood correctly, the "she" he was referring to was this owl.
The owl perched quietly on Dilis's hand, its eyes piercing, only its dark brown eyeshadow seemed vaguely familiar.
Yun Wei immediately understood.
He asked tentatively, "Are you the goddess Kirhona?"
The owl didn't answer, but instead glided to a stone sculpture not far away, and Yun Wei quickly followed.
He asked again, "Didn't you already perish? I apologize for the abruptness of this question, but I am truly surprised to meet you so soon."
The owl flapped its wings, but Kirhona's voice echoed in his heart.
The other party criticized with great dissatisfaction: "That's right, I died, but you brought me back to life very quickly."
"Huh?! But I clearly didn't do anything..." Yun Wei couldn't help but retort softly.
Yun Wei was not surprised by Kirhona's resurrection.
As gods who govern life and death, life and death are simply the normal manifestations of the other's divine power.
Life is just beginning, and death is just beginning.
Kirhona said irritably, "So many people participate in the 'iteration,' but you're the only one who wants to get to the bottom of things. I'll just tell you the answer directly: the timeline you're in is still the same one you were in before."
"Yun Wei, your actions are touching a taboo in the universe. If this continues, it will provoke a wrath that even the gods cannot bear."
“If it really comes to that, if you’re lucky, everything will be reset, and this ‘iteration’ will be as if it never happened. If you’re unlucky,” Kirhona paused, as if she were looking at Yun Wei through her sharp eagle eyes.
"You will be ruthlessly eliminated."
"Pay attention, I'm not just referring to the present you, but to the entirety of the past and future you."
Yun Wei knew that the other party was not threatening him.
His heart was filled with bitterness, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "I had no intention of defying the great laws; everything I did was for my beloved... I humbly beg you, please tell me—"
"If time and space remain the same, where has the Isaac of the past gone?"
Seeing his stubbornness, the owl immediately flapped its wings, as if it were furious.
Kirhona said, "He's right in front of you! Because of 'Iteration,' you spared him the torment of the curse, so he naturally didn't have those previous experiences related to the curse. The power of the law will make everything reasonable."
Yun Wei persisted, asking, "But he remembers what happened before..."
Before he could finish speaking, Kirhona interrupted him, "That's right, he should have forgotten. Once 'iteration' begins, those memories should no longer belong to him. It was I who took it upon myself to preserve those memories."
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