Chapter 2512: Only the Dead Can Keep Secrets

The Saintess eyed Mojard and said. “You don’t look anywhere near as injured as you were before.”

Mojard had barely escaped from the Monster Lord, but invoking his Flesh Puppet came at a steep cost. His earlier condition said it all. Otherwise, the Lord of Slaughter wouldn’t have believed him so easily. And yet, the Mojard here looked perfectly fine.

Mojard chuckled. “I used to be the Incestuous King. I’m bound to have hidden aces.”

“Is that so?” The Saintess chuckled, though her usually gentle smile looked cold. “Zu An was still wondering where the Time Scribe had gone, but I see that he has accompanied us here.”

Mojard’s eyebrows shot up. “Saintess, are you suspecting me to be that Time Scribe or something? I am Mojard! Surely the first miss and my master can tell the difference?”

“The one who risked his life to stall the Monster Lord should have been the same Mojard, but...” The Saintess intentionally paused to scrutinize Mojard with her gaze. “The same can’t be said about the one who followed us in here.”

Mojard laughed awkwardly. “My master should be powerful enough to tell the difference.”

“The Lord of Slaughter doesn’t know about the Time Scribe, but even if he knew, both he and Salamay were hoping that Mojard can escape alive. You used their subconscious against them and crafted some story about a Flesh Puppet to convince them. WIth that, you could infiltrate our midst openly using Mojard’s identity.” The Saintess eyed him coldly. “I was initially fooled by you too. It was only when Zu An mentioned the Time Scribe that I realized there was something off about you.”

Mojard sighed. His body began to distort until he reverted to his original appearance. He was now wrapped in a huge black cloak. His face was hidden by the shadows of the cloak, making it impossible to discern his true appearance. “Our disguises collapse once someone suspects the plausibility of our identities. Yesterday, I was in such a rush that I forgot to make proper arrangements.”

The Saintess understood what he meant.

The Time Scribe had been in a rush because the Lord of Slaughter was about to take them through the light gate, and the only one the Scribe could impersonate was the recently deceased Mojard. None of them had witnessed Mojard’s death, so there was room for him to maneuver. His story about the Flesh Puppet sounded plausible, so no one had doubted him. But no matter how plausible his story sounded, there were bound to be gaps when scrutinized.

“Weren’t you recording events beside the Lord of Slaughter? What are you doing here?” the Saintess asked.

Zu An had told her that the Time Scribe would only follow ‘the protagonist of the world’. Both the Lord of Slaughter and the Monster Lord had a far greater impact on the world than anyone else. That was why the Time Scribe had left Zu An’s side to follow those two and record the major events surrounding them. The Time Scribe could have impersonated Mojard because he wanted to record the legendary Celestial Court, but it was extremely suspicious how he had abandoned the Lord of Slaughter to stalk her and Zu An.

“I discovered that the one who has the greatest luck and influence in this world is not the Monster Lord, nor the Lord of Slaughter, and not even Zu An.” The Time Scribe looked at the Saintess with heated eyes. “It’s you!”

The Saintess’ gaze turned even colder.

The Time Scribe took out a book and quickly flipped through it. “According to history, you’re the Yumen clan’s first miss, and the Yumen clan is merely a minor clan in the Fiend races. How did they groom an outstanding talent like you?

“History states that you suddenly rose to prominence just as the Fiend races were about to meet their end and performed an incredible comeback. In the end, you even sealed the Lord of Slaughter. I can’t imagine how you were able to perform all these feats.”

“I don’t know about any such history,” the Saintess scoffed. “I’m merely doing my best to lead the Fiend races against the monsters. Perhaps big brother Zu might have helped me to accomplish many of those feats.”

“Are you trying to say that you’re Miss Xie who transmigrated into this era?” The Time Scribe chuckled. “Yes, I initially believed that story. I thought Zu An worked together with you and the Monster Lord to seal off the Lord of Slaughter. But after I met you and interacted with you close up, I realized how ridiculously wrong I was.”

The Saintess suddenly smiled. “Oh? How were you ridiculously wrong?”

“You have far greater weight in this timeline than anyone else. That Miss Xie doesn’t have such capabilities.” The Time Scribe closed his book. “I found no records of you in history before you became the Saintess. So... Who are you?”

“Did you follow us just to speak utter nonsense?” The Saintess looked calm, as if none of this was related to her.

“I didn’t want to reveal myself either. We Time Scribes should remain quietly in the background, recording every major event that happens in the world. But you insisted on calling me out.” The Time Scribe smiled. “Since that’s the case, I thought I would ask you in person.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being silenced?” The Saintess’ eyebrows shot up.

The Time Scribe shook his head. “Don’t worry, Saintess. I don’t bear any ill will. We Time Scribes merely record history. We don't intervene in secular affairs, so you need not worry about your identity being leaked.”

“Is that so? But I recall you intervening unnecessarily when I was in the Monster World’s underground city.” The Saintess eyed him coldly, unconvinced by his words.

“Hm? You inherited that lady’s memories? That’s weird...” The Time Scribe picked up his brush and scratched his head. “Is it possession? But it doesn’t look like it. Ah, it could be...”

The Saintess raised her hand. “Only the dead can keep secrets.”

The Time Scribe revealed a mocking smile. “I see you’re about to do something useless, so let me remind you that we Time Scribes, unlike low-tier entities, have transcended physical bodies so we can traverse spacetime and the world. We are indestructible. You can’t kill me.”

“Is that so...” A light suddenly shone from the Saintess’ hand. It was so blindingly bright that it outshone even the sun. This omnipresent light instantaneously engulfed the Time Scribe, causing his body to dissipate.

The Time Scribe’s horrified voice could be heard from the light. “How’s this possible? You are able to hurt me! This power... I know who you are! You are...”

He was reduced to ashes before he could finish speaking.