“I understand your thoughts, Lady Aglaea, but since I’ve come here, it means I’m confident I can persuade you.” In Amos’s smile, Aglaea saw Cerydra’s shadow.
That small ruler with the lazy tone also liked wearing a mocking smile while saying things so confident they sounded arrogant.
Thinking of Cerydra’s usual methods, a sharp light flashed through Aglaea’s lifeless eyes.
“Persuasion, or presenting me with a done deal?” “Persuasion,” Amos said sincerely.
“I just need a little cooperation from you.” “If a reason requires someone else’s cooperation to work, then that reason itself is not sufficient.” “True.
However, I have also prepared a way to persuade you if you refuse to cooperate.” Amos recalled the Caenis from the game and spoke the words that would move Aglaea the most.
“That girl who cannot speak or hear, what would happen if she accidentally lost her eyes as well?” Hearing those words, Aglaea, who almost never showed emotion, revealed a dark expression.
Even though she knew Amos was not threatening her, but merely describing something the Cleansers might do.
Seeing her reaction, Amos knew she had already been persuaded, so he stood up and left the chamber.
“Next, please close your eyes for a moment and listen to a fool’s lies and the gleam of Kremnoan blades.” Things unfolded exactly as Amos had expected.
When Aglaea closed her eyes, the Cleansers believed they had found the perfect opportunity to act.
Aglaea was once again forced into a corner of the bathhouse, and Caenis spoke of the plan with a savage grin.
But this time Aglaea did not compromise.
Caenis felt humiliated, and fear began to rise in her heart.
Their plan was less an assassination and more an exploitation of Aglaea’s humanity.
After observing her through several generations of Cleansers, they had discovered that although Aglaea was perfect, she still felt fear.
She feared the humanity that was gradually being swallowed by divinity.
Even more, she feared what that divinity, cold enough to care only about aesthetics, might do.
So when her humanity was being gradually consumed by divinity, Aglaea possessed a considerable self-destructive tendency.
Only then could she possibly be coerced through assassination.
But…
if they missed the best moment to kill her, and Aglaea’s humanity had already been completely swallowed by divinity…
Then what they would face would not be the demigod Aglaea, but a “god” who could freely wield divine power and could not be negotiated with at all.
For this operation, the Cleansers had mobilized most of their strength.
They had to find a way to awaken Aglaea’s humanity.
Otherwise, not only would the Cleansers involved die, but even the supporters behind the scenes would be purged by the Demigod of Romance.
Caenis made a decision immediately and issued orders through the Teleslate to the Cleansers waiting throughout Okhema.
“Begin the cleansing!” ‘That’s right.’ The Cleansers, who regarded resistance against the Chrysos Heirs as a great mission, were still using a creation of the Chrysos Heirs at the most critical moment of their operation.
It couldn’t be helped.
The Teleslate was simply too useful.
The network lines Aglaea casually created were more useful than the alchemy they had accumulated over thousands of years.
“Hypocritical demigod, look at what your choices have brought upon the people of Okhema!”, Caenis’s tone grew even more emotional.
But Aglaea could not be bothered to respond, because she had already seen it.
In a corner covered by golden threads, a Cleanser was walking toward a little girl.
But Aglaea was not worried at all.
Because in another corner of the same street sat an old man with graying hair and a thick beard.
“Attacking innocent children, you’re not merely without honor anymore.
You’re…
no longer worthy of being called human.” The Cleansers turned toward the voice and immediately laughed.
“Where did this old man come from?
A Kremnoan man?” “I’ve heard all Kremnoan people are suicidal idiots.
Look at this old man…” Originally, Krateros had intended to see what these Cleansers were capable of.
But after hearing that sentence, he exploded into action.
BOOM!
The Cleanser who had spoken only saw the old man appear in front of another person in an instant.
Then that person exploded into a cloud of blood that scattered evenly across the street.
A silver bone lightly fell into Krateros’s hand.
“So this is the alchemical item you use for inheritance?” Crack!
Krateros crushed it into powder with one hand and said disdainfully, “Garbage.
Just like your skills.” The first Cleanser’s pupils shrank sharply.
Only then did he realize this old man was someone they could not afford to offend.
Without hesitation, he activated the extraordinary power inherited through the succession.
“Twelvefold reaction speed, activate!” Unexpectedly, this only made Krateros even angrier.
“A piece of trash like you…
dares to invoke the name of Strife?!” BOOM!
——— Just like in the previous cycle, there was indeed a slight difference in direct combat ability between the Cleansers and the Kremnoan people.
“Do you see, Demigod?
This is what your choi…” Aglaea withdrew her perception.
Around her, the previously rigid golden threads instantly softened.
When Caenis saw this, all her arrogant words got stuck in her throat.
How could she still not understand?
They had fallen into a trap.
Aglaea was not weak at all.
Her condition was even better than it had been decades ago.
‘How is that possible?!’ Caenis was only an ordinary person.
At such close range, and with the golden threads already in use, Aglaea only needed a slight perception to understand her thoughts.
So she answered calmly, “You have yourselves to thank for that.
After all…
anger is also a part of humanity.” “Since a thousand years ago, when I strangled the first life with golden threads, how long has it been…
since I last felt this angry…” Fear filled Caenis’s heart.
But her reaction was not slow.
She immediately shouted, “The time for cleansing has come!
Kill this demigod!” The Cleansers around her did not possess Caenis’s reaction speed.
Many had not even noticed the change in the golden threads and charged forward all at once.
The countless golden threads flickered gently, like a weaver’s silk dancing in the wind, or winding spirit snakes wrapping around the Cleansers’ bodies.
The next instant, every thread tightened.
The charging Cleansers became a pile of twitching chunks of flesh.
Caenis’s face turned pale.
At this point, she no longer wanted to make threats.
Because such decisive action meant Aglaea had either prepared long ago, or…
simply did not care.
“Kill me, Demigod!
Aren’t you angry?
Do it!” Caenis grabbed a short sword and screamed hysterically.
But Aglaea did not even look at her.
Instead, she looked behind her.
“Who?!” Before Caenis could turn around, she felt something pierce through her back.
Then the Cleanser Bone that had been passed down through twenty-seven generations was pulled from her body by a hand.
Caenis let out a miserable scream.
Then she heard Aglaea speaking to the newcomer.
“You specifically requested her as your trophy.
I thought you intended to torture her.
I didn’t expect you only wanted the Cleanser inheritance.” “This woman is indeed annoying, but not enough for me to waste my time on.” Caenis desperately tried to raise her head and see who had planned this cleansing of the Cleansers.
But something else completely captured her attention.
A gray section of spine fell onto the ground.
Caenis recognized it immediately.
It was the inheritance bone of the first Cleanser leader.
But why was a piece missing?
The first vertebra.
“Aside from the alchemy passed down by the first Cleanser leader, all the remaining memories…” “…are garbage.” A boot came down.
The alchemical creation became scrap metal.
Just like Caenis’s life, which was about to be swept into a forgotten garbage heap.