The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Faced with the relentless pursuit of Berezia and Helena, Bancroft felt a long-lost sense of despair.

The last time I felt like I was going to die was three hundred years ago, when I joined King Hoyle in the rebellion.

“I do not wish to kill you, but I promised to avenge Helena.”

Bai Lishi's face remained expressionless as she gave her reply.

revenge……

Bancroft paused for a moment, then turned to Helena. “You should seek revenge from Leon. I simply prepared the medicine according to his request. Medicine preparation is the responsibility of the Royal Alchemy Society. Whatever medicine the royal family needs, we will do our best to create it. As for what they do with these medicines, that has nothing to do with me.”

"Leon? Why are you looking for Leon? Didn't you and Yi Shi secretly give him psychotropic drugs without his knowledge?"

Helena asked eagerly.

Although Helena already knew about her imprisonment in Hebrew memories, memories can be altered.

Anyway,

She didn't believe it.

She didn't believe that Leon had been lying to her all along!

She trusted Leon even more than she trusted herself.

Helena's heart pounded wildly, her rose-red eyes fixed on Bancroft's, hoping to discover that Bancroft was lying; Leon couldn't possibly be so hypocritical.

"Hehe, you and Leon are very close, he must have told you all this, right?"

Bancroft laughed as if he had heard a joke.

"No, he didn't tell me, I found it myself."

Helena replied, "I actually developed drug resistance and returned to normal a long time ago, but in order to find an opportunity, I pretended to be crazy. Once, when I sneaked into Leon's study to look at the map, I found a diary he had written, which contained a different truth."

"journal?"

Bancroft was puzzled.

"Yes, the diary says that Leon saw how much pain I was in due to the aftereffects of my healing skills and begged you for help. You gave him fake medicine, which you and I agreed on. He was kept in the dark. He and I are both victims."

Helena continued.

"Really? Then how do you explain him imprisoning you and toying with you like an animal?"

Bancroft sneered.

“He imprisoned me to protect me. When I was mentally unstable, I would hurt myself. He was also very gentle with me and would even use a straw to feed me medicine.”

Helena explained.

"Tsk, he's not like that. He'll pour medicine on the ground and make you lick it, then chain your neck and lead you out of the palace like a dog to treat the wounded imperial warriors."

Bancroft laughed.

"No, you're lying!"

Helena didn't believe they were trying to frame Leon.

"Leon is lying. You say you've regained your senses, so do you still have the memories of when you were under the influence of the drugs?"

Bancroft countered with a question.

"It doesn't exist, but what does it matter?"

Helena scoffed.

"If you don't remember, how do you know how he treated you when you were not in a conscious state?"

Bancroft questioned.

"..."

Helena was speechless.

“I was Leon’s mentor. I was there when he was born, and I watched him grow up. He never had the habit of keeping a diary.”

Bancroft clicked his tongue. "Is that diary mainly about your entry into the palace and your being controlled by psychotropic drugs? You can't even tell from all that. Are you a curly-haired monkey from the zoo?"

"..."

Helena didn't speak; her delicate body trembled slightly.

"From what I know of Leon, he is a very bad guy. Hypocrisy is his most prominent characteristic. He always likes to pretend to be righteous."

Bancroft continued, "The plan to imprison and control you, and turn you into a healing tool, was proposed to Caesar by Leon. As for the preparation of the psychotropic drugs, it was also Leon who sought me out and asked me to prepare them. As for why he saved you and why he made such a pretentious diary, it's probably because he discovered that you had unexpectedly developed drug resistance and deliberately put on a show for you."

"As for why he did this... perhaps it was just to satisfy his twisted psychology of liking to tease people. He took all his hatred onto me and His Majesty, and then enjoyed our performance of biting each other. Hiss, yes, he really is that kind of person."

Facing the silent Helena, Bancroft continued.

Helena kept her eyes glued to Bancroft, hoping to find out he was lying, but he wasn't; it seemed he really wasn't lying.

"Of course, you can choose not to believe me. I have no right to lie about this matter. You deserve to continue living in the story of being saved by Leon and how gentle he was."

Helena's face was pale. Bancroft continued, "Then in the fairy tale he wove for you, you trusted him, protected him, helped him, became his sharpest blade, killed me, killed His Majesty, killed Leon, killed Naden, suppressed the Church, until he ascended the throne as the new emperor. Finally, the time came to eliminate you. You will hear him tell the truth himself, and then he will personally send you to hell."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Bancroft burst into laughter.

"Humans are so foolish, Percy, don't you think?"

"Although we are gods, we were once human beings. Human beings are complex, and I will not comment on them."

Bai Lishi remained calm.

"Then tell her, did I lie?"

Bancroft clicked his tongue. "Would you be so reluctant to let this girl's fairy tale crumble, and continue to maintain Leon's lies?"

"..."

Bai Lishi paused.

Helena's gaze fell upon Bai Lishi, with a last glimmer of hope.

"Bancroft did not lie."

Bai Lishi paused slightly before finally speaking the truth.

"Um……"

Helena gave a soft "hmm," and the last glimmer of light in her eyes went out; she seemed to have lost her soul in an instant.

The sky was overcast, and lightning flashed through the dark clouds, occasionally illuminating the pitch-black world.

For a moment, Helena felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

Maybe,

The sky has fallen.

The divine weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

The blade gleamed with a dreamlike, ethereal light.

This is the pure white incandescent sword—Naga.

In mythology, it is the sword of judgment wielded by the goddess of light.

Chapter Six: The Right to Pursue Happiness

Safety……

In this world, besides gods or hidden forces, where can one escape the Angel King's sight?

However, the two were locked in a tug-of-war, with neither able to free up their hands.

It is obviously unlikely that one can ask the gods for help. The gods cannot interfere with the lives of the people on earth. In their eyes, whoever wins is simply an evolution of the laws of nature.

The outcome of a duel between two angel kings can be decided in the blink of an eye.

If the Dragon Emperor wins, then Erik will be captured and taken back to the Icefield Dragon Palace, and eventually a new Dragon God will be born, leading to another catastrophe for humanity.

If he wins in the first lifetime, then Erik will become the potion for Caesar's advancement, and a new god will emerge in the world, sitting high on the eternal throne, forever holding supreme power. Humans will no longer be human, but will become slaves of the gods.

Whether it is the Dragon Emperor or the First Emperor, they will bring a world-class disaster to humanity.

The problem now is that the Dragon Emperor and the First Emperor are currently locked in a fierce battle in the hidden world, and one of them will surely emerge victorious.

Regardless of who wins, Eric will need to advance.

To interrupt the advancement of the First Emperor and the Dragon Emperor, all that is needed is to kill Erik.

At this moment, everyone present realized the problem.

Avery, Leon, Hawkeye, and Edwin's gazes toward Erik gradually turned icy.

Eric naturally had his own ideas.

There's no way she can escape from Avery, Hawkeye, and Edwin.

Even if she escaped from the three of them, she couldn't escape the Dragon Emperor and Yi Shi.

Previously, it was because Bai Lishi sealed her in a book and hid her on the island where she advanced, that neither the First Life nor the Dragon Emperor were able to discover her.

"You don't need to do it, I'll do it myself."

Despite the stares of the crowd, Eric remained unfazed.

She always had this expression; Leon had never seen her smile happily.

That's true. If you knew you were just a tool for promotion and no one truly loved you, you probably wouldn't be able to be happy.

A flash of lightning appeared in Erico's hand, and the divine spear crackling with blue electricity appeared in her grasp.

The spear was very long, taller than her, but it seemed to be able to control its length with her mind. Soon, the spear in Eric's hand quickly shortened to the length of a dagger, leaving only the spearhead crackling with electricity.

Eric tore a strip of fabric from her sleeve, then used her teeth to bite the shortened spear, using the fabric strip as a hair tie. She then reached behind her and neatly tied up her cascading, messy golden hair.

Even in death, one should at least have some dignity.

After fixing his hair, Eric gripped the lightning spear with both hands, pointing the tip at his heart.

She took a deep breath, as if using that second to review her entire life, and then she thrust the spear in her hand fiercely into her heart.

If a dragon with an obsidian-grade body were to have its heart pierced by a divine weapon, it would be certain death.

The spear was so close, and Erik's thrust was so resolute and swift, as if he had no attachment to this world whatsoever.

"Don't!"

Leon admitted that he had softened his heart.

He didn't want Erik to die like that.

Every living being should have the right to pursue happiness.

Genius or not,

Waste or nothing

Tools or nothing

Even if he's a villain destined to die!

Leon drew the sword from Edwin's waist and, in an instant, unleashed an incredible speed, slashing fiercely at the spear in Erik's hand, which had transformed into an ultra-short spear.

His strength was astonishing; just as the short spear pierced Erik's chest skin, he knocked her out of her hand.

Eric didn't speak; she looked at the blond man in front of her with a surprised expression.

"Are you going to kill Sister Erik?"

At this moment, Lilita, who was next to Avery, finally realized what was happening.

Just now, she was wondering whether Eric wanted Zisha teapots.

The little golden retriever blinked her intelligent eyes and asked a question.

No one in the crowd answered Lilita.

"Perhaps there are other ways."

After a moment of silence, Leon spoke.