"A perfect masterpiece!"

The Second Hero Plan proceeded smoothly, and A·Gedora's form was replicated anew—but it was just a body, a shell, not a particularly powerful one.

A·Gedora's body could contend with the Demon King, even though it once relied on the Hero's Armor. However, now the Hero's Armor was on this Second Hero's body, and there was also a Hero's Sword by his side,

no matter how you looked at it, it seemed just like before.

But reaching this point was critical.

Theoretically, the body was just a secondary factor. Although Doro's body was indeed very strong, if he were dead, it would probably be similar to this body; the key was the state of being alive. Moreover, using the Demon King's organs to replicate Doro's soul was already a very outrageous thing.

Simply put, how did the Elf Queen analyze the Demon King's liver?

She single-handedly exterminated the entire Snow Elf race and then utilized the traces left by Mohe on the Elf Mother Tree, along with the liver itself, to finally replicate Mohe's magic. Even with the Demon King's kidneys right there, using this symbol of death to replicate Doro's soul was still an extremely difficult task.

But there were indeed these conditions here.

For instance, the Hero's Sword and Hero's Armor.

The activation conditions of these two items, in a sense, were the process of filtering Doro's soul.

In other words, what exactly was Doro's soul was unclear to everyone, but any soul recognized by the Hero's Sword and Hero's Armor, even if not Doro, wouldn't be far off.

Moreover, they had other means for supplementation, so theoretically, replicating a Doro's soul wouldn't be too difficult.

Charlette suddenly looked toward the shadow: "Hidden Nephilim, you finally appeared. It seems you agree with our plan."

"To be honest, this plan, whether it's the proposer or the executor, is so foolish it makes me want to laugh. I only see a bunch of people courting disaster, but you probably don't think so, and I don't want to argue with you." Her words were cold. "I can participate in this plan. My curse still lingers on him, and it can outline the shape of his soul to some extent."

"Your ideas are good, but I'd like to know, if you lose, what do you plan to do? Kneel on the ground, admit your mistakes, and beg for his forgiveness?"

Charlette gave a definite answer: "If we lose even like this, then the world would just return to its old state. The Demon King has been defeated before, and sooner or later, someone like Gedora will appear again and defeat the Demon King once more."

"You are really optimistic... maybe they'll just wipe out humans directly... whatever, not talking about this. Then tell me, if you win, what do you want to do? Kill them?"

This question, Charlette couldn't answer as decisively as before. Several young girls looked at each other in dismay.

"See, even you haven't imagined a scenario where you win. You really know, right? You can't fight him with this stuff. If you could defeat the Demon King together, then Gedora wouldn't have been needed in the first place, and Gedora defeated the Demon King, yet you plan to piece together a Gedora with organs cut from him personally to fight... a thing like this can't be done if you have any sense, right?"

"We... have grown stronger too!"

Adeline couldn't help but say.

Hidden Nephilim laughed: "You mean, how you were easily turned into a statue by an incomplete Demon King? I really can't see where your strength lies, anybody with a bit of intelligence in Butuo City knows that you were entirely at the mercy of the Demon King, practically becoming a tool for the Demon King to reach Gedora."

Adeline wanted to refute, but in the end, said nothing, only acknowledging the issue.

Adriana casually took a swig from a wine bottle: "So? Knowing full well this is almost a fairytale, why did you still come?"

Only now did Hidden Nephilim seem to notice this mage bearing the title of Wise Person: "I thought you were some hideous adventurer, the stench of alcohol is revolting, how is it that you are the young lady~"

Her words were full of undisguised mockery: "You look quite shabby now."

"Yes, very shabby, so why did you come?"

Hidden Nephilim's gaze swept over the many women present: "I don't know what you're thinking, but even if your pride doesn't allow you to admit fault, the fact remains unchanged. In the end, what we did back then was indeed wrong. We overestimated ourselves, underestimated A·Gedora, mistakenly thinking we dealt a fatal blow, and generously spared his life, as if it were for old times' sake. But actually, it was in reverse; it was A·Gedora who, for old times' sake, spared our lives—he's always that kind."

"What do you want to say?!"

Charlette couldn't help but ask.

Hidden Nephilim spread her hands: "What do I want to say? Simply that my existence is for the continuation of the Curse Master's legacy. Since objectively we've made mistakes, what needs to be done is simple, isn't it? Either mend the relationship with him or completely bury our mistakes—you've chosen the second, I've chosen the first."

"It's just that the form it takes is the same."

Shadow Nephilim said quite honestly, "To be honest, my only purpose in joining your plan is to die by his hand. If he would listen to one thing I say before I die... he is such a kind person. If I were to ask him not to harm the Curse Masters, because they are innocent, there is a high probability he would spare them. That is my entire purpose."

She walked up to the recreated Second Hero, looked at this thing, and shook her head, "This thing is so far off from him... but anyway, people are bound to die. If one has to die either way, being able to choose one's own way of dying is a rather pleasant thing."

"At this point, talk of beloved people is enough to make one laugh. We once had a joyful time together, but I think he won't remember it anymore."

The few young girls present all fell into silence.

...

In Mohe's mansion, an intense conflict was currently unfolding.

Simply put, during the day, everyone was a maid, obeying the instructions of Rose and Noel to keep the mansion running smoothly. Come nightfall, it transformed into a grand game of werewolf.

In simple terms, for the maids and Snow Elves, the perfect option was for everyone to escape together, since Mohe said he wouldn't pursue them. However, on the Snow Elves' side, there was a problem: if they escaped, Elf and Roland would face punishment.

The details of the punishment were unknown, but perhaps not too easy to endure.

But if one had to say it, considering Elf and Roland, perhaps leaving was the best outcome,

pressing forward, the Snow Elves had dwindled to so few now.

In a sense, they were already on the brink of extinction. If they continued to serve as maids in Mohe's mansion, they could be subjected to terrifying attacks at any moment — after all, this was the Demon King's mansion, and the Demon King was once besieged by all major races. As for A·Gedora, who could have been a supporter, had already moved out of the mansion, meaning the Hero and the Demon King were not true allies.

When facing attacks from all major races, what would be the fate of the Snow Elves?

These thoughts intertwined in the hearts of the Snow Elves, transforming into a web of lies that circulated within the mansion.

Among them, the efforts of princesses number 1 through 6 were indispensable; for the princesses, the presence of these Snow Elves was the greatest obstacle to their freedom.

These princesses might not be skilled at work, but when it came to scheming, they could be described as professionals.

And among them were one or two individuals who seemed to be slacking off…

This game that Mohe spontaneously hosted had a significant issue...

No one could truly trust anyone else.

Much like the game called werewolf, why did everyone become more sensitive and agitated as they played? Because the more adept you became at the game, the more you realized that no one could be trusted. Every word spoken by others was a lie, loaded with strong ulterior motives.

This mistrust induced a profound sense of unease.

So, even knowing one's words were actually lies, people couldn't wait to prove themselves right and trustworthy—even if it meant arguing until their faces turned red.

At this very moment, the mansion was under a highly tense atmosphere.

The silhouettes of maids number 1 through 6 flitted around the mansion, going in and out of various Snow Elven rooms, seemingly making friends, exchanging benefits, spinning tales, debating, or discussing the meaning of life... myriad activities unfolded within the mansion.

"Although this might be the scene Mohe wants, I always feel she's hinting something. What does she intend Doro to see upon her return?" Noel watched all this, unable to hold back a sigh.

Rose offered an explanation, "Isn't it simple? She wants to use this to imply to Doro the current state of alliances among various powers. In this situation where no one can trust anyone else, what will become of the once Heroic party, and whether he is willing to accept such a result."

"... Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"Do you understand the Demon King so well?"

Rose shook her head, "I don't understand Lord Mohe, but I understand Doro. This will be effective for him."

"... The Demon Race, really not easy to deal with."

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