I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"It's you again, [Zenyi], where did you get another fragment of Fate's Echo?"

[Destiny] seemed surprised that Lucius once again obtained the fragment of Fate's Echo.

"Someone gave it to me as a gift, steamed buns. Are you dissatisfied?"

"Oh, I see. It's Chris's kid~"

"Well, Zen-I, tell me, what do you want to know from the great Lord of Destiny this time?"

"My goodness, you're so happy this time?"

"Then I won't beat around the bush. What is the Chaos Cult's purpose in destroying the tome in the Corridor of Wisdom?"

"..."

[Destiny] fell into a strange silence, and an inexplicable sense of oppression filled the air.

"Just for such a small matter, you used a precious artifact to contact me?"

[Destiny]'s voice was filled with disbelief and helplessness.

Hakilu has never experienced hard times and spends money without restraint.

Did I give you the Echo of Fate so that you can use it on such a trivial matter?

Damn it, use your brain!

Lucius, you rely too much on Fate Echo!

"Well, what else? Now that the thing is in my hands, I can use it however I want!"

"[Destiny] Stop blabbing to Brother Lu!"

"Be quick and give the answer quickly."

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

"[Zen-I], do you think what a group of ants think is important to you?"

"To us, these Chaos Cult members in the Prime Material Plane are just some interesting little ants."

"Use them when you need them, and ignore them when you don't."

"As for their purpose, it is never something we need to care about."

His condescending indifference perfectly illustrates the Supreme Lord's attitude towards the Chaos Cult.

"No, you're putting on airs again at this time?"

"Then why did you tell me so readily last time in Etherion?"

"Because I did it that time, too. Otherwise, how do you think the plague could have spread?"

Lucius:? ? ?

To be honest, he couldn't handle Fate's frank attitude, and for a moment he didn't know where to start complaining.

Wow, so frank?

Do you want Brother Lu to praise you?

"I don't care. Don't you know everything? Don't ruin your reputation!"

"...Alas, there's really nothing I can do about you."

It sounds like Fate has compromised with Lucius's persistence:

"I can only tell you - look more, all at once, look more."

"Also, this consultation isn't free. Chris will come and collect your payment when the time comes."

Hehehe, I'm going to blanch you~

Lucius:? ? ?

Lucius held the Echo of Fate tightly, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

What will Chris be paid for?

"One last thing to remind you: I'm not always willing to answer your questions."

"The fragment you have should be enough for two more uses. Don't waste it on such trivial matters."

"Hehe, I won't listen to you."

"I came here today just to talk this piece of debris out. I don't trust anything Chris gives me."

"???"

Quanyi, what did I do to make you so wary of me?

It really makes me sad.

Just wait and see how I punish you!

[Destiny] hung up the phone without saying a word, not giving Lucius a chance to continue chatting on the phone.

The pink eyes in the Fateful Echo slowly closed, and the orb returned to its original plain black appearance.

Lucius tried to activate it again, but Fateful Echo didn't respond.

After several consecutive failures, Lucius had no choice but to put it away.

Now that things have come to this, I can only suppress other thoughts and focus on the investigation at hand.

"Look more..."

Lucius repeated [Destiny]'s reminder in a low voice, his eyes scanning the rows of bookshelves.

He walked to one of the bookshelves and picked up a copy of "Flan Chronicles" published five years ago.

He began to carefully read the book. With his photographic memory and extensive knowledge, he soon discovered some anomalies.

"This passage describes the Church's policy toward heretics in its early years..."

Lucius frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes:

“It’s different from what I remember.”

He flipped through a few more pages and was surprised to find more inconsistencies:

"Also, the records regarding the fall of the ancient elven empire are incorrect. The time is inconsistent..."

Then he found several copies of the "Flan Chronicle" with different bindings, which were versions published in different years.

Lucius quickly flipped through the books, carefully comparing the contents.

These so-called "circulating versions" have basically been modified compared to the original texts.

Although the changes are not large, they all fall precisely at key points in history.

Most disturbing of all is the apparent consistency with which these revisions appear, as if an invisible hand has been continuously and systematically reshaping history over the ages.

This is the case with history, but what about the parts involving philosophy, religion, daily life, and the introduction to the supernatural?

"I understand."

Lucius slowly closed the book in his hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

...................

At the same time, in the eastern district of the imperial capital.

Fabian Clovis was nervously following a young nobleman towards a hidden luxurious building.

"Hold on, Fabian."

The young man leading the way said without turning his head, his voice filled with a hint of impatience:

"Don't get lost."

"Don't worry, Robert."

Fabian responded nervously, quickening his pace to follow closely behind.

This Robert Brandon is the second son of the Marquis of Brandon in the East Territory, and is someone Fabian finally got to know through his connections.

It was said that he had close ties with the group of young nobles who followed Lucius and was able to introduce Fabian into their inner circle.

Yes, at this moment, Fabian is carrying out the difficult task given to him by his father——

Infiltrate the small group of the younger generation of nobles in the Eastern Territory and try to win them over to the branch of the Imperial Capital.

Haha, just thinking about it makes me feel desperate.

Fabian laughed at himself in his heart.

The two left the main road and turned into a secluded alley.

The buildings in this area are magnificent, all of which demonstrate the noble taste of the aristocracy, but the alleys are surprisingly quiet, with almost no pedestrians to be seen.

Fabian's uneasiness gradually grew.

Robert's steps were brisk and firm, as if he was so familiar with the road that he could walk it with his eyes closed.

"Robert, how much longer do we have to go?"

Fabian couldn't help but ask, a hint of uneasiness in his voice that was hard to conceal.

His eyes kept scanning the towering walls on both sides, and he always felt that someone was watching him in the dark.

"We're almost there, don't be so nervous."

There was a hint of joking in Robert's tone:

"Fabian, you don't look like a respectable person attending a fantastic party."

After walking for about ten minutes, Robert suddenly stopped in front of a spacious three-story mansion.

The building has a gorgeous exterior, but there is no sign or sign in front of the door, and the windows are covered with heavy curtains, so you can't see what's going on inside.

It looked like a very suitable place for holding secret gatherings of the upper class.

"right here?"

Fabian asked in a low voice unconsciously as he looked at the building that exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

"Ah."

Robert nodded, then knocked on the door in a special rhythm, three short, one long, and then two short.

A moment later, a palm-sized observation window slid open silently, and a pair of sharp eyes scanned the two people outside the door, their gaze moving back and forth between Robert and Fabian's faces.

"Lu come, Lu see, Lu conquer."

As Robert uttered the code in a low voice, Fabian noticed that his fingertips were trembling slightly and his eyes were flashing with a morbid fanaticism.

The observation window closed with a click, and the sound of the door lock turning was heard.

The door slowly opened, and a man dressed as a waiter stood behind the door, examining the two of them expressionlessly.

"This is Fabian Clovis, heir to the Imperial Capital branch of the Clovis family. He wants to join us."

Robert introduced.

Hearing the words "Imperial Capital Branch", the waiter's eyes became obviously more vigilant and indifferent.

"Please wait."

After the waiter finished speaking, he turned and went into the room, leaving Fabian feeling uneasy outside the door.

Fabian lowered his voice and asked:

"Robert, what on earth is this place? Why is it so mysterious?"

Robert gave a mysterious smile:

"You'll find out soon enough."

Not long after, the waiter came back, followed by a tall and burly young man.

Fabian recognized him at a glance. He was one of the young men Lucius brought from the East, Erich Manstein, the only son of Marquis Manstein.