Volume 1 Chapter 697

Chapter 697: Kanor: My High IQ Seems to Be Natural

Xiletor recognized the crescent necklace’s origin in an instant.

Though it currently rested in Kanor’s grasp—acquired from a certain heroic lady—this artifact fundamentally belonged to Xiletor.

It was the "token of affection" she had bestowed upon her beloved, Trish Diana, years past.

Moreover, its provenance held grandeur: a Sacred Tool gifted by the Goddess of Frost and Moonlight!

When Trish Diana claimed it, though its magic had waned through circumstance, the relic retained its primordial rank. This enabled the Sacred Tool to execute functions beyond ordinary magic devices.

Such as…

Providing cross-planar coordinates for a divine entity’s manifested avatar!!!

A cool glimmer flashed as dense death energy emanated from Kanor’s form.

Witnessing her eldest disciple wield this familiar necrotic power, Lolth pieced together Kanor’s probable activities within the Holy Capital—precisely the tasks assigned before their arrival at the Golden Peacock.

Xiletor and Kululu spun toward the Gate of Hell, only to find it sealed.

Lolth beamed radiantly at her cherished kin and divine companions.

"My, how rare to visit the main plane… Surely you’ll linger, dearest sister?"

Yet coupled with her words, that smile sent creeping chills down Xiletor and Kululu’s spines.

As Lolth spoke, swirling death energies intensified behind her. Within the ashen haze, a silhouette materialized.

"Trouble already, Miss Kanor?"

A composed voice remarked—before faltering.

"Wait… This atmosphere—"

"The Golden Peacock’s royal court?!"

The mist dissipated, revealing a confounded maiden. Her attire differed from previous encounters: gossamer gray vapors clung to her form, and upon her brow rested a crown of haunting beauty.

Answering Kanor’s summons stood none other than the former Hero, Trish Diana!

Lolth waved cheerfully.

"Hi~"

Trish Diana’s gaze slid past her, locking onto another figure—the tall succubus with scholarly braids, whose face mingled intellect with flustered shock.

Matching expressions flickered across Trish Diana’s features: astonishment melting into discomfiture.

Simultaneously, she and Xiletor spoke—

"How did you come to the main plane?"

The voices of the two maidens overlapped with perfect synchrony.

Kululu and Lolth burst into spontaneous laughter, while even Dorothy and Kanor—who barely grasped the situation—found smiles naturally blooming on their faces. The pair then lapsed into awkward silence for a moment…

Soon after, sensing each other’s auras, they spoke simultaneously again.

"When did you ascend to godhood?!"

Lolth chuckled softly while narrowing her eyes slightly.

This suggested their divine ascensions occurred at least three millennia later… and clearly remained unknown to each other until now. As Lolth pondered this, both Xiletor and Trish simultaneously turned their gazes toward her.

They’d identified the architect of this uncomfortable reunion.

"Lolthlinda… this diverges from our agreement."

Trish Diana’s voice carried glacial sharpness.

Xiletor likewise radiated simmering irritation.

"Dearest sister! What nonsensical scheme is this?"

Lolth merely laughed airily in response.

"Such righteous indignation from both… I merely thought you required proper dialogue."

Xiletor exhaled deeply at these words.

"Cease making such decisions for me."

Her weary protest hung in the air as Trish Diana nodded agreement.

"Nothing remains between Miss Xiletor and myself… After three millennia of avoidance, I resolved never to seek her."

Lolth’s lips twitched at their protests.

"Honestly? Were I not sensing your true emotions, I might have been deceived…"

"Genuine anger comprises less than a third of what you’re projecting…"

Xiletor scoffed coldly.

"Were I unaware of your defective succubus instincts and emotional perception, sister, I might fear exposure."

Lolth rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Spare me, sister. Observe your own expression—those rippling springwater eyes, those autumn-leaf glances, those endlessly shifting micro-expressions. My demonic senses may falter, but my vision remains acute."

"And Miss Trish Diana… tsk…"

Her previous private conversation with the former hero had radiated nothing so much as "unresolved sentiments" and "lingering attachment."

Xiletor blinked in astonishment, turning toward Kululu for confirmation.

Kululu nodded solemnly.

"You nearly shed simultaneous tears and drool moments ago…"

After weighted silence, Xiletor scoffed.

"Nonsense! Merely psychological manipulation—I wanted that simpleton to misconstrue residual affection… Unlike certain incompetent succubi."

The ensuing silence grew profound.

Unnoticed until now, Dorothy had sidled up to Kanor, nudging her with an elbow.

"Psst… elder martial sister… buy any of that?"

Kanor shook her head gravely.

"Master’s sister rivals Master herself—nay, surpasses even Isabella and Tina—in sheer obstinacy."

"If Master’s words deflect ninth-circle spells, her sister’s prattle could withstand forbidden incantations for five minutes."

She paused thoughtfully.

"Who could possibly credit such transparent bluster? Only those utterly…"

Kanor’s voice died abruptly.

Before them, the newly arrived former hero Trish·Miss Diana trembled faintly, visibly stung by Xiletor’s words.

"Faithless imbecile!"

Her accusation hung in the air as Kanor fell silent.

In that moment, the young girl reconfirmed a private theory…

Her intellectual gifts bore no connection to either "hero" status or the main Plane Will’s favor.