Team villains except me

Chapter 571 Love Chapter

Norvia certainly knew the structure of the Abyss. She knew the horrifying truths that Adega knew, and she also knew many more chilling and cruel details about this world that Adega did not.

She seemed to have been caught up in an endless cycle of busyness for a long time. She pushed herself to go higher and further so that she could be aware of the subtle changes happening in the world.

Nolvia leaned back on the sofa, weariness creeping through her body. Faced with the unknown truth, her mind was constantly on edge. She repeatedly pondered those past events, trying to find a way to protect Dooku from harm.

Adega learned the truth about the Abyss. As a non-theologian, Adega's understanding was already profound enough.

However, Norvia has met Valerio's teammate Alita and also had discussions with Becky Cocker, an abyss scholar from Yutō Academy.

Amidst countless theoretical works by theologians and truths buried by history, Norvia, through the interference of her past life memories, broke through the constraints of "the supreme divinity" and touched upon the truth.

Adagio lacked these foundational skills. He arrived at this conclusion because of the predecessors of the Saiheng family. Adagio had said that every two generations, the Saiheng family would produce a genius leader capable of ensuring the family's continued prosperity.

Before Dantles, the heads of the Cyhen family were a theologian, an astrologer, and a bard.

These geniuses of the Saiheng family discovered a godless area. They kept quiet and regarded that space in the abyss as the family's last line of defense.

With this space, the Saiheng family will never face extinction. No matter what kind of talent the new leader awakens, the Saiheng family has nothing to worry about.

However, Dantels appeared.

Dantles killed all his people, leaving only his son alive. He erased his son's memories and then hid in the abyss.

What was he researching in that space? How did Dooku appear? Why did Dantles leave behind his son, and why did Adega's father and grandfather not live past twenty?

A thin red thread connects these trivial details, and Novya is able to draw many conclusions, but it is not yet possible to confirm which one is correct.

Yadega leaned back on the sofa in a rather unladylike manner and sighed.

“Sigh. It seems you know more than I do. You’re not surprised at all; you’ve known all along. Now I’m completely on the defensive. You know everything I know, which means you must know something I don’t. I’m utterly worthless—no, that’s not quite right.”

Yadaijia thought of something.

He laughed.

"Laili, are you a magician?"

Norvia nodded.

"Yes. I am a water mage."

"You're actually a water mage?"

Adega's reaction was surprising. Norvia realized that Adega's question was just a prelude, and he didn't know she was a magician.

Norvia turned her head to look at Adagio.

"You know Dooku, you know that Dooku and I are from the same academy team, and you know my name, but you don't know that I am a water mage?"

Adagio nodded naturally.

"We're on opposite continents, so the information we gather is bound to be less accurate. Besides, I don't remember those little details. I thought you were a priest or a bard, but Abosgar is a magic academy, so magicians are definitely the majority. I just asked because I wanted to explain the two forms of magic to you."

All magic has two forms of possession: creation and control. You're a water mage, so you definitely know more about it than I do. By the way, which type of water magic do you use?

The conversation with Adagio always veers off into unimportant directions.

Norvia was somewhat helpless.

"It's about control."

Yadaijia responded with an "oh," showing no surprise.

"Most magicians control magic. What I'm trying to say is that I believe priests, theologians, blacksmiths, bards... these kinds of unusual professionals are actually magicians, including puppeteers."

Am I right? Otherwise, why would magic academies have so many majors?

Adaja glanced at Norvia, and seeing that Norvia did not show any sign of denial, Adaja curled up her lips.

"Since all professions are considered magicians, then all magic can be divided into only two forms of expression: control and creation. My puppet magic belongs to control; it can control people, as well as non-human things."

Of course, controlling people is very difficult. I've tried controlling people's minds, and I failed eight out of ten times. People with strong wills are even harder to sway, like you. Actually, I secretly tried it myself, and it's obvious that I can't influence or control you.

Adega showed no apology. Norvia, oblivious to Adega's failed attempt at control, was preoccupied with another matter.

Dooku seems to be able to control people very easily with puppetry?

Norvia knew very few puppeteers. She knew that Dooku was an excellent puppeteer, but now it seemed that Dooku might be even more skilled than she thought.

"But I am a genius. What I just said might make you think I am a failed puppeteer. I am just a bit unbalanced in my studies."

Adaja extended his hand. His fingers were long and slender, white—the hands of a puppeteer.

Yadega's fingers twitched slightly.

The red thread on the clue board began to wriggle, slowly weaving itself into the shape of a little bear spoon, and then began to dance merrily in the air.

As the dance ended, a small red spoon woven from red thread bowed to Norvia, then broke apart into red threads and returned to the clue board, in the same order as before, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

"Red thread, wallpaper, clods of earth, metal... all these materials can be turned into my puppets. Of course, I can also make dolls and the like. After my parents passed away, I was depressed for a while. I spent almost all of the family's savings, so I started competing."

But that money was hard to earn. A competition would last for a month, and by the time I paid the taxes and received the money, I would have starved to death. So I set up a stall next to the magic circle to sell dolls, and sometimes I performed puppet shows. You know what, being a puppeteer kept me from starving.

In short, among all the puppeteers on the northern continent, I'd rank in the top three. Because puppetry isn't exactly a respectable profession, some skilled puppeteers don't appear in public. But of all the puppeteers I've met, not one could defeat me.

However, I must tell you something. Nolvia Riley, my great-grandfather Dantles Cyril, had an even more terrifying talent, and he was utterly immoral. His talent lay entirely in 'creation'; he wanted to create life—he wanted to challenge the gods. He made no attempt to hide his intentions, and everyone in the family thought he was insane. It was an era unfriendly to puppeteers, and he was conducting forbidden experiments; naturally, he was banished.”

Yadega sighed.

"Suppose I were a mad, immoral, inhuman executioner, and suppose I happened to have an amazing talent for puppetry, why would I kill all my people and leave only my son alive?"

I'm a pervert; I could never love my son. I'm an inhuman, doubted, and ridiculed family head who wanted to defy the gods and conduct forbidden experiments; I jumped into the abyss. There's only one reason I'm keeping my son. I need him, or rather, I need my bloodline. I'm willing to sacrifice their lives to make some kind of exchange…”

Yadaijia slammed her hand on the sofa.

"How rude! Did I, my own father, and my grandfather agree to this?! How dare he use our lives to complete his wicked experiment? He may not have anyone who loves me, but I do! My own parents and my parents have worked so hard for me, how dare he squander my life! Who gave him permission? Who gave him permission!"

Yadega spoke with great force; his words didn't sound particularly heavy, but his tone was painful, as if flesh and blood were being torn apart.

Norvia opened her mouth, but she was stopped by Adega as soon as she made a sound.

Yadaijia laughed.

"Riley, don't comfort me or pity me. These emotions won't help. I need solutions. I used to think we were evenly matched partners, but now it's clear you can do more than me, and I seem to have no value anymore. Wouldn't this kind of partnership be taking advantage of you? I'm not doing that."

After learning about my family history, I understood what purpose my blood might serve. Sometimes I think that if I ended my life prematurely, that evil Dantalus wouldn't be able to take my life; without descendants, he would be powerless.

But Riley, why should I die first? So many people want me to live, to live well, and to die so easily, I think they'll be angry, and I can't bear it. And now, Dantles, he's come out of the abyss, right? His experiment might have succeeded, and it seems like even if I die now, it won't be enough time to punish him.

But Riley, I myself can be a weapon. He can conduct forbidden experiments, using me as fuel, so can't I turn the tables and harm him in return?

"...like a contract."

Norvia's voice was soft.

Yadega heard it. He thought for a moment, then spoke affirmatively.

"Yes, it's like a contract. A master can become a slave, and a slave can become a master. If all else fails, I'll offer my life as a sacrifice to the gods. As long as I can keep Dantles out of the abyss, a place beyond the gods' reach, I'll find a way to end Dantles's sinful life."

But I still hope I can leave a body behind, Riley. I want Lulu to bury me. You know, Riley, 'You bury me,' is a love confession.