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Chapter 160.3: Tragic Moon's Divination, Cream Puff? Milk Bottle? Champagne? Cream Bun? (3)

Fine... It did not affect the big picture in any case.

From all angles, this was an extremely virtuous and capable talent.

It was understandable that no one was perfect.

Finally.

Towards the back, the Tragic Moon Queen had already investigated all the targets that she could think of that were worth investigating.

However…

There was now only one person left. The Tragic Moon Queen was very curious about his opinion of Alice Fremont.New chapters are publɪshed on Noᴠelꜰire.nᴇt

Rayne Haines.

If the judgment of the ley line elves was not wrong and the Haines person was truly the ruler of Leta, what would he think of the future Moonlight Queen of Leta?

However, before checking Rayne's attitude…

The Tragic Moon Queen wanted to see Alice's attitude towards Rayne first.

Leta's Moonlight Queen and the ruler of Leta.

The contradiction between these two was something that the Tragic Moon Queen had to investigate.

Therefore, the Tragic Moon Queen activated her divination technique once more.

She searched for the evaluation of Alice Fremont towards Rayne Haines.

Before long, a series of words began to surface and the Tragic Moon Queen could not help but squint at the sight of them.

[Dearest]

[Master]

[Protect to the death]

[My Everything]

[I love you, I love you, I love you the most.]

All the information was now connected.

The Tragic Moon Queen finally understood Leta's current situation.

A b*tch.

A b*tch named Rayne Haines hovered above Leta and used his charm to bewitch the current Moonlight Queen, turning her into his puppet!

A virtuous monarch had lost to the temptation of lust. Such plots were repeated all over the mortal world. However, the Tragic Moon Queen never expected… that a demigod would one day be tempted by lust.

Was this Moonlight Queen too lecherous or was Rayne Haines too charming?

The Tragic Moon Queen sighed.

Fine.

In that case, she would see what this coquettish f*ckboy named Rayne Haines was like.

One last divination.

She began to search for the attitude of Rayne Haines towards Alice Fremont.

However, this time round, the speed at which the ley line elves gave an answer was exceptionally slow.

After dozens of seconds of silence…

Only then did the faint light gradually form words.

[Towel]

[Cup]

[Empress Candidate]

[Desire is too strong, but she's a cute child. I've never realized it before in the past.]

"Empress… could this Rayne Haines be the Emperor of Haines? Or the prince?"

The Tragic Moon Queen was a little surprised. If that was the case, this prince was truly going all out by selling his body to nurture a relationship with the leader of another country.

The Tragic Moon Queen was actually starting to admire him.

By this point...

The answers given by the ley line elves could still be considered normal.

After extracting Rayne's thoughts, the ley line elves concluded the answer to the question that the Tragic Moon Queen wanted.

However, immediately after...

As the ley line elves continued to explore Rayne Haines's thoughts, the results of the divination became even stranger.

[Dragon Nest]

[Heart Piercing]

[Burn]

[Beheading]

In Rayne's evaluation of Alice, various methods of death began to appear one after another.

The words seemed to possess some sort of magical power and were shocking to look at.

The Tragic Moon Queen realized immediately that this was not an illusion!

That was because the ley lines beneath her feet began to tremble violently, as though they were corroded by some power and became extremely unstable. At the same time, it was tainted with a destructive emotion.

[The mithril is in my lungs.]

[It hurts. I really want to die.]

[Damn it, kill her, kill her, I'm going to kill her…]

[A bunch of righteous nonsense. You don't even know what will happen in the future. Die, die, die, die!]

More words began to appear crazily as though they had lost control.

Unknowingly, the light of the ley lines that lingered around the Tragic Moon Queen had already turned pitch-black. They turned into raging flames that burned wildly, revealing an extremely tragic and intense emotion!

More information, more evaluations and all sorts of intermittent nonsense appeared crazily. Furthermore, it was accompanied by the pained cries of the ley line elves.

[She's dead and her blood is red. She's begging me but I'll never let those people off. Kill, kill, I'll kill them all! Ah, her crying sounds so nice hahaha...]

[Cooperation? I won't ever forgive you. Die, die, die, die! Thea, hang her head on a flagpole. Thea, throw her to feed the dragons. Thea, chop her up!!!]

[If not for the war, you might have fallen in war with me? Who cares about you? Don't block the way, get out of the way now. Order is about to descend. That thing is about to wake up and the Nether Realm is starting to overlap. The enemies are here again and there's still that person outside too... I can't stop, I can't stop at all! Kill, kill, kill!]

[She's dead again, she's dead again, she's dead again, she's dead again…]

[I'm seeing her again…]

[I don't want to do this anymore…]

Bang!

Finally, the divination technique that was on the verge of collapse exploded.

The dissipated ley lines lights lingered in the air like vengeful spirits and did not disappear for a long time.

The painful cries of the ley line elves entered the Tragic Moon Queen's ears.

They had suffered greatly because she wanted to explore a certain person's soul.

Now, the ley line elves had gone offline collectively. They cried and began to reset their souls to remove the mental corruption caused by the search.

This time round, they had seen way too many dirty things.

As for Tragic Moon, she stood rooted to the ground in a daze.

Although the ley line elves only replied with some words, the strong emotions mixed in those words allowed her to witness the madness and despair clearly.

Recalling everything she had just witnessed, she felt a lingering fear. Even as a god, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Those things and memories should not have appeared in the minds of a mortal. Absolutely not.

Rayne Haines...

Just exactly... What sort of an existence was he?

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