Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Confession and Listening

"Sister? You’re… my sister?" Emil froze momentarily before replying with equal uncertainty yet hopeful anticipation.

The alluring mysterious maid and the intellectual alchemist—one from the distant eastern borders of the West Sea, the other from the bustling Sky Arena—should have been strangers. Yet when Midi whimsically connected them, it created a reaction even the most complex alchemy couldn’t match.

This reaction sprang from their unbreakable bloodline.

As Emil and Avril gazed at each other with trembling hope, touching hands like cautious cubs, everyone around them gaped in astonishment. Hadn’t this crew just gathered military strength, funds, technology, intelligence, and personnel to conquer the Stormy Region? What was this sudden sisterly reunion about?

Only one person remained calm aboard the Narwhal—Midi Asreks, the man who’d returned from twenty years in the future.

"You knew they were sisters? You arranged this?" Victoria whirled around, nearly pressing against Midi as she stared up at him. When he’d single-handedly destroyed the Tiger Shark-class Skyship, she’d thought him strong. When he slaughtered cloud beasts, she’d deemed him peerless. Now this Lower Realm human seemed endlessly mysterious, brimming with secrets!

That persistent question burned in her mind again—

Midi Asreks, who exactly are you?

"Impossible! No human could deduce this!" The fourth prince stammered, his lion-like composure crumbling. He’d been counting on his rapport with Emil to bargain with Midi. But if Midi’s secretary Avril was truly Emil’s sister, that bond would dwarf any alliance with Reinhardt. His advantage had evaporated, leaving only personal power as his tool.

Even the apathetic Wiseman of the Hand of Nightmare gaped as the two dark elf girls embraced tearfully. Finding long-lost sisters across the Sea of Clouds’ countless floating islands surpassed human capability—this was divine territory. Had Midi uttered a prophecy then, most would’ve followed blindly.

Yet though capable of prophecy, Midi disdained playing mystic. As a reincarnator, he knew fate shouldn’t be trifled with.

"Nothing surprising—just luck," Midi shrugged casually. "You don’t know dark elf language. ‘Avril’ means ‘confession’ and ‘Emil’ ‘listening’—paired antonyms. Moreover, Avril’s my Sky Arena secretary…"

"So you assumed they’re sisters?" Victoria pressed.

"Not that simple." Midi shook his head. "The names hinted it, but the real clue was the white snake mark from the ice-breaking technology documents."

Victoria’s eyes widened—she remembered Midi’s shock upon seeing that symbol.

"Avril uses the same mark when signing, though hand-drawn. Two coincidences merit investigation. Plus…" Midi’s lips quirked, "…notice their similar features?"

"I wasn’t certain, but enough reason to bring Avril here. Just cost some travel funds."

The logical yet chance-driven explanation silenced everyone. They’d failed to learn dark elf language, missed details, and lacked Midi’s luck in meeting Avril.

Now seeing the sisters side by side—one quiet, one lively—all had to admit they mirrored each other perfectly, two halves of one soul.

Just like the proverb from Arad, both luck and opportunities favor those who are prepared.

Yet the so-called "perfect deduction" couldn’t truly exist.

This was classic hindsight reasoning.

Midi, being a reincarnator, possessed knowledge others couldn’t fathom.

When he first met Avril, he’d suspected she might be the famously powerful assassin "Shadow Snake" from the Sea of Clouds in his past life – the rumors about Shadow Snake matched this seductive dark elf girl perfectly.

A key trait of Shadow Snake was her habit of protecting "White Snake" despite being an assassin herself.

Though many found this baffling, some theorized blood ties between them – parent and child, siblings, or even twins.

Midi hadn’t met either snake in his previous life, but knew their legends. The Sea of Clouds’ gossip made one thing clear: Shadow Snake and White Snake shared an undeniable connection.

Now in this life, he’d first encountered a dark elf girl resembling Shadow Snake.

Then he met another dark elf girl bearing White Snake’s mark.

After conversing with both and gleaning personal details, failing to recognize their sisterhood would disqualify him as an adventurer entirely.

In truth, Midi sought evidence to confirm his existing conclusion, rather than miraculously linking two strangers through minor details.

This hindsight-driven "perfect deduction" only worked with prior knowledge.

While lacking concrete evidence, the flawless logic satisfied Reinhardt and Victoria’s analytical minds.

Midi’s real worry was Wiseman.

The Necromancer’s feral intuition could shatter any deception. Thankfully, the eccentric man merely yawned: "Surprised you let them reunite now. Uncharacteristic for a ruler."

Wiseman’s vagueness hid his true meaning – he didn’t want the dark elf sisters overhearing.

Only Midi knew Avril and Emil were sisters. Their reunion would make both eternally grateful, granting him absolute influence over them.

This was a trump card meant for crucial moments. Yet Midi played it casually, demanding nothing.

Unbecoming of a ruthless ruler, but fitting for someone protecting Fina and Alice.

In his past life, Shadow Snake and White Snake had protected each other so fiercely they became legend as the Storm Twin Snakes, though they’d never met.

After such devotion, how could he delay their reunion for personal gain?

Doing so would dull his sharp sword and rust his Ultimate Intent!

Exploiting sisterly bonds? Unthinkable.

Let Avril and Emil cherish their reunion. Meanwhile, he’d charge toward new battlefields with undiminished edge.

"Set sail! To Dusk Graveyard!" Midi ordered, leaving the weeping sisters on deck as he faced the Sea of Clouds’ horizon.

The Narwhal’s engine roared, cutting through waves toward destiny.