Huh? Are they all real?.

Moen could only manage a wry smile:

“I’ve never thought of it that way.”

"Then why did you look away? I know you too well. You want to leave again, don't you?"

The eldest daughter did not get up; she remained covered with her coat by her younger sisters.

Although she was sitting in a half-sitting position, at this moment she felt taller and more imposing than Moen, making it impossible to look directly at her.

Moen couldn't answer that.

Or perhaps he simply didn't know how to answer.

It was also because of their conversation that the two girls, who had been sleeping against the eldest daughter, were awakened one after another.

Three almost identical faces—it seems that only in such situations are there any differences.

The eldest daughter is serious, the second daughter is puzzled, and the youngest daughter is sleepy.

However, this difference did not last long and disappeared completely as the two younger sisters realized what was happening.

All that remained were three identical faces at different heights.

The three sisters' height and appearance were not different, which was decided from the very beginning.

They only have differences in personality.

That's why it was decided who was the older sister and who was the younger sister.

This is different from the traditional concept of sisters.

They all looked at Moen seriously.

Beneath that utterly serious demeanor, Moen sensed a deep-seated sense of grievance.

It's like we're meeting and then having to part again.

What do you take us for?

They didn't express these emotions, but Moen could sense them perfectly clearly, making it even harder for him to look them in the eye.

But why is that?

I clearly didn't do anything wrong!

O O One, are you mocking me?

Why aren't you answering? Is it because you don't want to, or because you don't know how to answer?

Moen lowered his head and said:

"I don't know how to answer."

"why?"

"And where are you going to go next, leaving us behind?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"I do not know either."

This answer completely surprised the three sisters.

Yes, they weren't angry; they were just all surprised and stood up.

Because they knew that their master was bad, but he wouldn't lie to them.

So why did he leave even though he himself didn't know?

"Has something serious happened?"

As the youngest sister, the youngest daughter's emotions are much more direct than her older sisters'.

Her worry was written all over her face.

As soon as she spoke, her sisters suppressed their own words and turned to look at Moen, waiting for his reply.

"As I said, I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do."

The second daughter didn't speak; she simply took the coat that her older and younger sisters were holding and quietly folded it.

So it was the eldest daughter who answered Moen.

She gently hugged her youngest daughter and looked at Moen, asking:

"Tell us what you can say; there's definitely more you can tell us. We are your sword, not your enemy. Don't always be so wary of us!"

Moen said:

"The White Catastrophe, between the Age of Gods and the Second Age, there must have been a White Catastrophe that swept across the entire world. That is something I am very certain of."

Moen's answer left the three sisters looking at each other with great confusion.

"Although we should have separated to guard the Holy Sword at that point in time, if it were a world-shaking event, we would know about it. So why do we have absolutely no recollection of it?"

For the first time, Moen looked up at them and said:

"That's the biggest problem, because even I don't remember it."

The three sisters' eyes changed completely at that moment. They no longer doubted that Moen was lying to them.

So, is there something wrong with Moen's memory?

The three sisters once again displayed strikingly different expressions.

The eldest daughter was angry:

"Who did it?"

The second daughter is calm:

"How long?"

The youngest daughter is worried:

"Are you okay?"

Moen answered them one by one:

"I don't know if it was because of me or if someone else was involved. This was discovered at least a year ago. Also, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

The eldest daughter did not believe Moen's claim that everything was alright. She stepped over the extinguished fire and walked directly to Moen.

He pressed his forehead against Moen's forehead.

He carefully observed everything about Moen.

After a long while, she finally let go of Moen with a sigh of relief.

"For someone of your status, if there's a problem with your memory, it's almost a matter of the soul. Fortunately, I haven't found anything wrong. O Origin, thank you for your mercy."

The eldest daughter's voice, however, made Moen notice a blind spot that he had never noticed before.

Given everything he's involved in, if his memory is impaired, it can only be a problem with his soul!

And the only ones who could be tainted by his soul, which could almost entangle the soul of this world, besides himself, were...

No, that's not possible.

So, I deleted my own memories?

Is it really me?

Moen fell into deep thought, while the second daughter of the three sisters, who was holding his coat, also noticed a blind spot:

“You stayed with us all night, but now you say you’re leaving. So, who contacted you last night? Who was it?”

Faced with his second daughter's question, Moen, still pondering, subconsciously replied:

"Ansa contacted me."

After saying that, Moen realized something was wrong and looked up.

not good!

The three sisters' expressions changed once again.

"Ansa? Could it be Ansa Baratheon? Her Majesty the Sword and Shield King?!"

Although it was a question, the tone and the look in his eyes...

O O One! Save this poor soul before you!

Under the three sisters' gazes that seemed to want to devour him alive, Moen swallowed hard.

Moen's thoughts were completely interrupted, and now he could only think about how to explain to the three sisters why he had provoked another goddess.

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"Um, well, how should I put it?"

Moen's hesitation only exacerbated the three sisters' dissatisfaction:

"So this hesitation means it's for real? You've even provoked Ansa Baratheon???"

"Does it really amuse you to repeatedly die and rise from the dead to torment us like this?"

Moen, sweating profusely, stammered after being asked this question for what seemed like the umpteenth time:

"I absolutely did not mean to tease you! I just rushed back as soon as I realized something was wrong."

The three sisters clearly would not accept Moen's explanation.

They were like a powder keg that had been lit, and then they all exploded at the same time.

After all, unimaginable resentment had already accumulated. The eldest daughter was the first to speak out, angrily putting her hands on her hips and saying:

"You came back quickly? What do you mean by 'came back quickly'? You've been back for three epochs, is that still 'quickly'?"

Do you even know how we've been living all these years?

"Every single day, I face this damned, bleak world with a heart as withered as a dead tree!"

For three epochs, they truly believed he was dead.

As it turns out, this guy was completely fine, and behind their backs, he was out partying and flirting with this person and that person!

Like an angry lion, the eldest daughter approached Moen step by step with unimaginable pressure.

Moen, who had fought against false emperors, slain demons, and subdued devils, was so terrified that he could not even put up a slight resistance and had to retreat repeatedly.

"Yes, it was indeed my fault, but it was definitely not my intention!"

"This is definitely not your intention? If it's not your intention, then why are you being so fickle and flirtatious with other women? I ask you, don't you know we're waiting for you?"

Moen was so questioned that he almost collapsed to the ground.

He really couldn't answer any of these questions.

The eldest daughter, however, grew closer and angrier.

"Do you want me to list their names for you one by one? Storm Goddess Daenerys! Primal Tree Yggdrasil! Darkmoon Goddess Selene Therafield! And just now, Ansa Baratheon appeared again!"

"Them, them, this."

Before Moen could come up with a reason to defend himself, he heard the second daughter, standing behind her older sister, add quietly:

“Since Yggdrasil is here, then we should probably also include Roslorian Shadow, after all, she is the woman behind the Eternal Lord. Gentle and reliable, unlike us, who are vulgar and gossipy.”

The second daughter, who had remained silent all along, delivered a crucial blow to Moen.

"O O One, I absolutely did not say that!"

Moen was extremely anxious to explain himself.

But the second daughter added quietly:

"If you didn't say it, does that mean you thought of it that way? Well, the elegant elves that the original praised are obviously not comparable to our three outdated designs."

The second daughter's deep resentment made Moen unsure whether she genuinely felt that way or simply wanted to add fuel to the fire.

Especially when paired with the incredibly pitiful expression on the youngest daughter's face beside her.

Moen really didn't have the confidence to speak up, even if he wanted to.

He was forced into a corner by his eldest daughter, who was almost turning into a devil.