"I never expected my useless disciple would still dare show up in front of me."
Orpheus clapped his hands, looking extremely pleased.
The out-of-control Canaria had given him a long-lost joy.
"Evil teacher, can't we properly enjoy the master-disciple atmosphere after this hard-won reunion?"
Canaria puffed up her cheeks angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction like a child.
(Seriously, wasn't Arcadia founded together? Can't you leave even a little for Arcadia?)
(Damn, you're really doing it yourself—how cautious are you?)
At that moment, Orpheus slapped the Grimoire, dispersing Canaria's shadow, and sneered.
"Fake."
He had never revealed that Orpheus was his former human name. Only a handful of existences in Little Garden might know this secret.
As for the exile of Arcadia? That was indeed his doing, but this was clearly not information Canaria could recognize or know.
Though he was young among the Two-Digits, he had been in Little Garden long enough.
Under the Two-Digit information blockade, unless one could filter Two-Digit perception, uttering a specific name would be sensed.
Yes, exactly—just by saying Orpheus, or even thinking it in one's mind, as long as there was the slightest malicious intent, he would feel it.
Krishna was his honorific title; Orpheus was his true name. He had trapped many people using the name Orpheus.
Canaria might not be able to avoid detection by the name Orpheus, especially after Arcadia's destruction—if Canaria knew the truth, she would surely hate him deeply.
But he had never sensed Canaria calling his name. Even the Canaria from earlier who mentioned his name—he felt no reaction at all.
Aslan never expected that the reason he was exposed was because his disguise and filtering were too good?
It could only be said that Krishna was indeed a Big Shot who had risen to Two-Digit. This verification method was utterly unpredictable by ordinary people.
"Whose old friend's handiwork is this?"
Orpheus flipped through the copy of the Unofficial History—which was actually Canaria's poetry collection—then tossed it back to Rin, who stood beside him.
Rin also breathed a sigh of relief, reverting it to its original Grimoire form and hanging it at her waist.
Fortunately, since Orpheus joined, she had never used any methods related to Fictional Historian—only Poet techniques.
The copy of the Unofficial History had long been forged into Canaria's poetry collection, and since the original Unofficial History had sublimated into the Pseudepigrapha of Mythology.
This caused the book's disguise ability to rise to a higher level. For Orpheus, who could only wield Four-Digit power, he might not be able to recognize it.
Aslan had once experimented on Shiroyasha. Sealing did indeed reduce one's observational power.
And the last thing Fiction needed to worry about was disguise ability.
The only drawback was that the Fictional Historian ability was extremely powerful, but currently, it could only be obtained through the Poet profession.
And no merits related to Fictional Historian could be gained. After all, in Little Garden, Fictional Historian didn't truly exist—it had never appeared—so how could merits be earned?
Rin could currently only be considered a Poet. Without the copy, she couldn't yet be called a Fictional Historian.
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Arcadia Headquarters.
"Tch, so they're all seasoned Big Shots."
Aslan clicked his tongue in annoyance. The moment the backup he left with Rin was triggered, he knew the Fiction—Canaria he created—couldn't hide from Krishna.
On the other side, Fiction-Canaria sat innocently beside Aslan.
What could he do?
Facing Krishna, a Big Shot among Two-Digits, no amount of preparation would help.
Even the real Canaria couldn't defeat Krishna—let alone a mere imitation like her.
"But are Krishna and the others serious? Really planning to let Kalki intercept the Holy Son?"
The corner of Aslan's mouth curved into a smile, as if talking to himself.
"I don't want it, so they're planning to send Kalki forward?"
"No, no, no. It's not about letting Kalki hunt the Holy Son—it's about giving the Holy Son a chance to hunt Kalki."
Soon, Aslan realized. This was the God Slayer war.
But Kalki wasn't involved in the God Slayer war at all. Meaning, whether Kalki killed the Holy Son or the Holy Son killed Kalki, there would be no gain.
This was clearly just to disrupt the Holy Son.
(You want to be the Last King, you show up first? Then I won't let you have your way and will cause trouble.)
Because when God Slayers acted, they could only maintain Five-Digit Elite Spirit Status and physique. They must not bring any Authorities.
Only after successfully killing a Heretic God head-on could they possess Authorities and rise to Five-Digit Outlier.
They wouldn't become Four-Digit, because Dark Christmas required a weak-over-strong victory to seize Authorities.
And most Heretic Gods were Four-Digit. Once they reached Four-Digit, they would lose many Authorities.
Staying at Five-Digit Outlier was the comfort zone.
And if everyone was at Five-Digit Outlier, strength and weakness were simple—it depended on Authority comprehension and quantity.
The faster one acted, the more Authorities accumulated, the stronger the power, and the easier the snowball effect.
With the Holy Son's methods, if unchecked, he might become the strongest God Slayer.
Two-Digit Authority comprehension and absolute Authority quantity advantage would create an unbeatable monster.
But if you can't disrupt him within the rules, why not disrupt him outside the rules?
Fellow God Slayers and Heretic Gods might not be his match—so what about those not participating in the God Slayer war?
For example, Kalki—Four-Digit Elite level, with Mock Authority. Though he might not be the Holy Son's opponent.
But troubling the Holy Son, causing chaos for him, was definitely possible.
Due to Kalki's special identity, the Holy Son absolutely couldn't kill him.
"Dirty, truly way too dirty."
Aslan couldn't help but sigh. He could imagine how disgusted the Holy Son would be with their maneuvers.
"As expected, when it comes to trapping people and slowing momentum, I still need practice."
"Since that's the case, I'll join the fun too."
Aslan narrowed his eyes. Something this entertaining—how could he not participate?
After all, the matter of the Holy Son trying to destroy Arcadia through Mithras still wasn't settled.
"No, no, no—something this fun, how could I enjoy it alone?"
Aslan flashed a bright smile, opened the door, and headed straight for Shiroyasha's room.
*SLAM!*
Aslan opened Shiroyasha's door without hesitation.
What greeted him was Shiroyasha changing clothes, wearing children's underwear.
"Sorry, my bad!"
Aslan quickly closed the door, then as if remembering something.
He opened it again and gave Shiroyasha a thumbs-up.
"Boss, great taste."
And before he could close the door, Shiroyasha threw a pillow at him.
"Shut up!!"
Shiroyasha said angrily.
Lately, Shiroyasha had been staying at Arcadia, not far from Aslan's room.
Sometimes, Aslan would see Shiroyasha leaving Kurousagi's room, or being chased out by Algol…
It was just rare for her to wake up this late, like today.
Shiroyasha's sleep schedule was still very healthy.
"Speak—what do you want?"
Shiroyasha glared sharply at Aslan. She had lacked sleep last night, and now upon waking, she was even… no, mocked by Aslan.
What's wrong with children's underwear? Her current body couldn't support sexy lingerie.
Believe it or not, when she regained her Divinity, she'd show her taste to Aslan?
No—that would be too beneficial for this kid?
Seeing Shiroyasha's expression like if you don't satisfy me, you'll regret it, Aslan smiled awkwardly.
Then with a thick face, he entered and sat on Shiroyasha's bed.
"Boss, interested in selling information?"
"What information?"
Shiroyasha showed a curious expression. And what information made Aslan come to her?
Her instincts told her this was valuable information worth making money from.
"Information about Kalki being arranged to intercept the Holy Son."
Aslan took a glass from the table, poured himself water, and sipped it.
Hearing that, Shiroyasha was instantly shocked. She certainly knew about the Holy Son issue. Though full compensation had been given, the fact that he made many people unhappy was true.
However, few could withstand the Holy Son's retaliation, and few dared to surround or block the Holy Son's path.
Even Three-Digits might not dare. This would truly anger the Holy Son.
But if replaced with someone else, it might be different.
For example, Kalki—with Two-Digit essence and fellow Savior status. Though Kalki was indeed quite pitiful, being someone else's pawn. But it depended on whose pawn. Behind Kalki stood four Full Domain Authorities of the Sun King.
Even beating a dog requires looking at the owner. Would the Holy Son dare attack Kalki, protected by four Full Domain Authorities?
With Kalki holding the pressure upfront, it would be easy for others to sneak dark attacks and shift blame.
"Wow, this makes me feel bad for the Holy Son."
Shiroyasha couldn't help but laugh.
"So, I've decided to give a discount on this information. I'll set it at 99.9% off."
Hearing that, the corner of Aslan's mouth twitched. What's the difference from no discount?