ushernet Chapter 783
Chapter 783
Chapter 783: Chapter 164 “Puppet-Face Manual Chapter 783: Chapter 164 “Puppet-Face Manual Isabel stared into the darkness, those tales surfacing in her heart, fleeting past like bubbly phantoms.
Her consciousness dulled within the illusion, as if dreaming, unable to precisely control her own thoughts.@@@@
“...Is there really a correct answer to this question?”
This doubt emerged in her heart.
But evidently, that wasn’t the answer.
Hence, after much hesitation, Isabel still cautiously spoke up, “Puppet-Face...
who is it?”
“Heh.”
That deep laughter came through, “Not bad nor good.
“Insightful yet not mad enough; perceptive but too clear-headed.
...
You are not fit to inherit all of me.”
Just like the answer Isabel gave, a humanoid shape appeared within the darkness.
——That was the enchanting and glamorous Serpent Queen from the original tale!
In her hands, she manipulated countless fine threads, and these fine threads were connected to the sagging masks.
From the very beginning, those stories she told “in the future” were all under her control.
As the fine threads in the Serpent Queen’s hands steadily merged, the surrounding pitch-dark scene constricted once again.
The dark and mysterious space transformed into an altar amidst a sky filled with yellow sand.
All that surrounded her was an illusion.
Isabel suddenly realized this.
The Serpentfolk stood silently in dense numbers around her, each with a mask on their face.
Only the Serpent Queen standing before Isabel had no mask on her face.
——No, that’s not right!
Isabel was suddenly startled.
She saw the Serpent Queen flash a coquettish smile, suddenly reaching her hands towards her own face.
The Queen removed a pure white faceless mask.
Beneath the mask was another Isabel.
No serpent tail, no white robe, no golden crown, and none of that red eye shadow.
It was another “Isabel” dressed exactly as Isabel was, with an identical face!
The only difference was that that “Isabel” had vivid lipstick on.
Her smile remained captivating, brimming with confidence.
...Then who am I?
“If you are me...”
The Isabel from the illusion subconsciously became puzzled, “Then who am I?”
The “Isabel” across her lightly laughed, affixing the mask onto Isabel’s face.
Her fingernails trailed across Isabel’s face, the sharp nails cutting the skin, gliding from her forehead to the root of her left ear.
It was as if she wanted to peel off Isabel’s face along the contour of this mask.
She whispered softly, “I am you...
“——You are me.”
And Isabel, in a flash of realization looking down, saw only a thick serpent tail.
In that instant, an indescribable fear emerged in Isabel’s heart, she sharply inhaled, and suddenly woke up.
Isabel was drenched in a cold sweat.
In a daze, she raised her head, only to find herself still sitting at the desk.
She had not become the Serpent Queen, nor had she ever left Avalon.
——But in her hands, there still quietly lay the pure white faceless mask.
let them argue.
They always need someone to argue with; it’s better they argue over this ridiculous reason than some intractable problems.”
“There’s no problem on the public’s side, on the contrary, the reaction has been quite good.
As you expected, rather than focusing on complicated political struggles involving many interests, people prefer stories that are artistically written, easy to understand, and simple in plot—a romantic love story.
The novel you anonymously wrote, based on you and Minister Aiwass as the protagonists, has passed the review; without knowing your identity, several editors gave it rather good evaluations, so it’s being prepared for printing.”
“However...”
Mycroft said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his sweat, “Personally, I would suggest that you better not drink too much in public.”
“...What’s wrong?”
Isabel was taken aback, “I remember my grandmother often drank with the people and everyone liked it...
Is my image not approachable enough?
Or do I look too young, not of age to drink?”
“Oh, that’s not the issue.
The main thing is that you never had a habit of drinking before, and ever since Minister Aiwass left, you’ve started drinking daily.”
Mycroft said with a wry smile, wiping his sweat again, “Now, the commonfolk say that you had a falling out with Minister Aiwass, and that’s why he angrily left Avalon to find Miss Aleister in Star Antimony; while you, on the other hand, drown your sorrows in drink daily, having once accidentally said something like ‘Drinking too much makes me see Aiwass’...”
A wave of numbness washed over Isabel’s scalp, “What is all this nonsense...”
She pondered with a contorted face for a while but couldn’t think of a way to refute the rumors.
“...Forget it, it doesn’t matter.
After all, when Aiwass returns, everything will become clear.”
Isabel smacked her lips and gave up overthinking it.
Rather than worry about these things, she might as well pray for Aiwass a bit more—perhaps the Silver-Crowned Dragon would hear her!
She looked up at Mycroft with a smile, “Tell me, do you see anything odd about me?”
“...Have you applied an Illusion Technique?”
Mycroft immediately guessed why Isabel would ask such a question.
Though he guessed Isabel’s motives, he looked her over carefully, pondered for a moment, and still shook his head, “I can’t quite tell; there are no obvious inconsistencies.
Could you be more specific?
Which part should I look for a sense of incongruity?”
“To be more specific...”
Isabel said, reaching for her face.
Then, she took off the mask.
Beneath the mask was a short-haired Elf girl, affectionately known as “Ke’er.”
Her features, demeanor, clothing, height, and hairstyle had all changed simultaneously.
Ke’er waved at Mycroft with a candid gesture, showing a bright smile that was completely different from Isabel’s.
At that moment, Isabel pushed open the wardrobe door and jumped down from inside the study’s wardrobe.
“...Could you tell she wasn’t me?”
Isabel followed up on her previous question, inquiring.
Seeing this, Mycroft was momentarily stunned.
Noticing the genuine astonishment on his face, Isabel’s lips curved slightly upward.
She smiled contentedly, “In that case, I’ll trouble you to make another trip...
Take this mask to the Cathedral of Candle Master and deliver it to Aiwass.
“—Rest assured, I’ll handle these documents properly.
Thank you for your trouble.”
“...As you wish, Your Majesty.”
Mycroft rose, resigned to give a courteous bow.
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