Huh? Are they all real?.

Is she deliberately changing her approach to avoid bumping into the two goddesses?!

When did I miss this flaw?!

Moen carefully recalled everything from his childhood, but he couldn't remember where he had any problems.

Noticing the change in Moen's expression, Ansa asked directly:

"Teacher, have you noticed a problem?"

"No, it's just a possibility. I'm not sure yet. Anyway, are you sure that Er is planning to change course now?"

Ansa immediately nodded:

"Yes, Aier has had the Meheron Ring found for her, and now they are seeing which route is best suited for her."

The Ring of Meheron is an extraordinary artifact developed in the Age of Gods.

The purpose is to help a person understand which path is right for them.

This will save people a lot of trouble.

After all, everyone has vastly different affinity for different divine paths.

Perhaps you were born with pure white in your heart, but you ended up becoming a prophet that everyone hates.

The Mehrlen Ring can prevent this situation.

Because the method of making it has long been lost, it is extremely precious. Under normal circumstances, no one except the highest nobility could afford it.

With Ansa's gentle wave, the scene of the Royal Library appeared before Moen's eyes.

Meanwhile, in the Royal Library at this moment.

The Ring of Mehrun was spinning wildly under the control of several court nobles.

The light representing the paths of the great gods was frantically dissipating from within the halo.

But this strange phenomenon stopped almost immediately.

The three bronze rings, engraved with various ancient inscriptions, also slowly came to a stop.

Until everything completely stops.

The only light remaining within the Ring of Mehrun was a cold, snow-white halo.

This performance surprised several court nobles.

"What's wrong?!"

Aier asked them why they looked surprised.

Several court nobles hurriedly bowed their heads and said:

"Your Highness, your speed is simply incredible! We've never seen anything like it in our lives!"

"Is there a problem?"

The court nobles hurriedly shook their heads and said:

"No, it's just that your speed is really too fast. After all, normally, because the requirements for low-order sequences are not high, a person actually has good compatibility with many pathways at the beginning."

"It's only in the later stages of these approaches that differences in compatibility gradually emerge."

"To ascertain this, the Ring of Mehrlen usually takes a very long time. To be honest, Your Highness, we were prepared to have dinner ready for you first. However, the answer was given almost instantly."

"That's a bit strange," Aire said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Then what method should I use?"

Upon hearing this, the court nobles looked troubled again.

"what happened?"

“Your Highness, the most suitable route for you is the Winter Route. We really do not recommend that you take this route.”

"why?"

"Because the Winter Path is incomplete, almost all of its superior traits have disappeared!"

"How could this happen?!"

Air was utterly shocked.

"We don't know either, Your Highness. This happened in the early Second Era."

Moen almost instantly understood Aier's question.

I once personally cut away a piece of bizarre history in this world that had gone astray.

That was to seal away the white catastrophe that was sweeping across the entire world.

It was also for a funeral.

Even more so for

For what...for what again?!

Moen's eyes widened slowly.

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Moen clearly remembered that he had once cut out a piece of anecdotal history that had gone astray.

I've kept that in mind from the very beginning.

But it was only at this moment that Moen suddenly realized that this was all he remembered.

The rest had absolutely no memory of it.

It was as if even my own memories had been erased.

How could this happen?!

Moen lowered his head and began to think carefully.

Gradually, Moen found himself remembering everything that happened after he took off his virtual reality headset during that period.

But he knew absolutely nothing about the specifics of this matter.

All that is known is that he erased this bizarre history, as well as the white catastrophe that swept the world and a funeral procession.

I don't remember anything else.

What exactly is the White Disaster?

Why is it so serious that it requires us to cut out a piece of history?

And why was he attending the funeral?

I am still

Noticing that Moen seemed a little off, Ansa immediately asked with concern:

"Teacher, what's wrong? Is something on your mind?"

As she spoke, Ansa gently supported Moen's shoulder, and the moment Moen raised his head, she pressed her forehead against Moen's forehead.

Using this very intimate and direct method, they could feel their teacher's physical condition.

"Is there still a problem?"

Looking at the beautiful woman so close to him, Mo En felt his heart skip a beat.

Especially those luscious red lips; for a moment, Moen really wanted to kiss them and taste them.

That must be the ultimate enjoyment.

And most importantly, Ansa will not refuse; in fact, she will happily cooperate with him.

If you want, you can have a noble goddess anytime.

However, it was only for a moment, and Moen immediately suppressed his thoughts.

I do love Ansha, but it's not romantic love; it's a teacher's love for a student.

I also have a crush on Ansa, but it's because I'm amazed by this goddess.

It is a very primal and pure psychological impulse.

It was definitely not because he genuinely loved Ansa as a person.

Therefore, Moen immediately abandoned his inner turmoil.

It's human nature to be attracted, but it's human nature to reject.

If you can't offer the corresponding love, Moen won't take it any further.

This is a blasphemy against the relationship between God and the King.

"Ansha, do you know about the White Catastrophe?"

The emotional shifts in Moen's eyes were naturally captured by Ansa, who was standing very close to him.

When Ansa noticed the fleeting desire in her teacher's eyes, she was incredibly excited and expectant.

Indeed, just as Moen thought, she craved Moen to follow her desires.

However, she immediately noticed that her teacher had returned to normal.

This made Ansa feel slightly disappointed, but soon she felt even more proud and honored.

This is my teacher!

A truly great person who will never be swayed by beauty.

His morality and abilities are both perfect.

It is my most precious treasure and my greatest source of pride.

But when Moen asked the question, Ansa was stunned for a moment.

"White. Disaster?"

"Yes, probably between the Second Age and the Age of Gods, around the time after the war of revelation was completely over."

"do you know?"

After thinking seriously for a moment, Ansa lowered her head regretfully and said:

"I'm sorry, teacher. I had no idea."

"However, if you wish, I will have someone investigate thoroughly."

Ansa said this with great confidence.

She is now a true goddess.

Many people are willing to work for her for free, as long as she asks.

The favor of a deity is the most valuable 'wealth' in this world!

Doesn't Ansa know either?

Indeed, if this history had truly been erased by herself, it would be abnormal for Ansa to know.

"Then trouble you."

“You’re joking, teacher. I am God, and you are King. This is nothing to brag about.”

When Ansa spoke of Moen as her king, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

This was a wonderful future she had never imagined.

Ultimately, the Primordial One bestowed upon her a measure of kindness.

Praise the origin!

Please allow me to continue this beautiful dream forever.

Moen nodded and smiled:

"Yes, it's nothing to mention."

After saying that, Mo En felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

My God, there were so many people before Ansa.