Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 1189 - 1189: Interlude 14-2- Council Fallout

“Xagna is right.”

The Demon King’s gaze swept across the Old gods present, his tone calm as he addressed them.

“Delgasso has taken you all down a notch several times over the past few thousand years. If she truly had any nefarious intentions involving the Dead Zone or the Void Angels, you wouldn’t have known until you were in the afterlife.

It’s safe to say this was beyond her control and likely a one-off occurrence.”

When he finished, he turned to the Devil seated next to him and asked, “What say you, Miacav?”

The ‘Supreme’ Infernal Devil King lifted his face from his palm, casting a look around with a sigh.

“I do not wish to side with a divine, but the situation leaves no choice.

We’re the ones who imposed restrictions on you, god Deities regarding mortal interventions, and last I checked, the current Aidos has no active Deities on its surface. Whatever happened there was entirely in mortal hands, and Artemisia has an alibi proving she was nowhere near the location when it occurred, right?

If that’s the case, then why are you asking her for an explanation? Shouldn’t you be asking her to find out, or attempting to discover yourselves, how a mortal got hold of the means to summon a Void Angel, even if only temporarily?”

Once Miacav finished, the Dragon Queen seated to his right also spoke up. “Those questions already have answers that make me think you’re deliberately ignoring them if you can’t see them.”

Fixing her gaze on the god Kings across from her, she asked with narrowed eyes, “Have you all forgotten about the other existence in our universe with the power to control those horrors of the Void? The Eternal whose name we’re forbidden to even speak?”

Scales emerged along the sides of her face as her aura erupted in an oppressive wave that filled the entire hall.

“Or are you purposely ignoring that and using this as an excuse for your petty political games? In that case, I stand with Xagna when she says this is nothing but a waste of time.

I’m leaving.”

With those words, the Dragon Queen vanished, and as she disappeared, the Beastman King among the Main Entities, who had been curled up on their throne in the form of a small tiger, looked up and spoke.

“Oh? We can start leaving now?”

“Wa—!”

“This is n—!”

“Bye then,” the Beastman King said, disregarding the shouts of the god Kings, and vanished as well, prompting the Demon King to his right to laugh.

“Well, my presence here isn’t needed anymore.”

Then, turning to Miacav, he added, “You said you wanted to talk to me about something earlier. What was it?”

“Let’s go to my dimension. It’s about that Apex World,” Miacav replied, waving his hand to open a Dimension Gate of swirling black fire.

At this, Beatrix silently slid her hands back into her pockets and turned to leave the hall, and the other non-Divine Main Entities also exited without a word.

Naturally, this enraged the Old gods, and one of them turned to the man seated behind the veiled throne and shouted, “Craig! Are you going to let this disrespect against us slide?!”

However, he received no answer from the god Emperor, who remained silent.

Many of the Race Lords left when the Main Entity representing their race did, so with the departures of the Demon, Dragon, Beastkin, Dwarf, and Devil Main Entities, only the gods and Humans remained.

Eventually, the lead Human Queen glared at Artemisia, clicked her tongue, and left, and the Old gods all departed in silent anger, having lost the numbers they had tried to use to pressure Artemisia.

Left in the hall were the quiet Artemisia and the god Emperor seated behind his veil.

Finally, Artemisia glanced at her watch and spoke.

“You’re not going to get what you really want, ‘Craig’.”

With those words, she rose and walked out of the hall, leaving the god Emperor behind.

He snorted, the fingers of his mechanical arm slowly clenching with a click.

“Like you even know what it is I really want.”

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Artemisia stepped out of the hall, her footsteps echoing down the quiet hallway, but as she turned a corner toward the building’s exit, she was met with a sight that slowed her to a stop.

At the edge of the hallway, right by the exit she intended to use, stood Beatrix, her back resting against the wall and one foot propped up behind her as she silently filed her overgrown nails.

“What is it?” Artemisia asked in a cold voice.

Beatrix, not looking up from her nails, replied, “Did you give it to him? The spell to summon the Void Angel. It was rather unique.”

“Do you really think I would?” Artemisia shot back, a faint trace of annoyance in her tone. Beatrix just shrugged.

“I don’t. Just asking, in case.”

She flipped her nail cutter and began clipping another nail as she continued.

“A pity. There are going to be eyes on the Dead Zone for quite a while. That’s going to make it harder for me to lure you there with another traitor and sic that Dark Young on Earth V on you along with a bunch of Void Angels.”

Artemisia’s brows furrowed as she frowned at Beatrix’s words, which hinted at another traitor among her subordinates.

She wasn’t even the least bit concerned about the part where Beatrix mentioned wanting to have her ambushed by a swarm of Dead Zone horrors, a scenario that would freeze any Race King or Queen in fear.

“Guess you get to live a while longer. Bummer,” Beatrix added, her lips curling into a light frown.

“But I wonder how those old men would react if they knew you’re the one who let Evan find out where that ‘Akashic Page’ was?”

Artemisia’s expression remained unchanged, and the lack of reaction made Beatrix sigh.

Her face then grew pensive, as if she was thinking over what else to say, and noticing this, Artemisia asked, “What do you want?”

Beatrix froze, sighing softly as she snapped the nail cutter shut and broke off her nails with her hand. She then turned to Artemisia, putting her leg down and wearing the brightest smile Artemisia had seen from her in over a thousand years.

She took a step forward, and the space between them was deleted, the distance shrinking to zero as Beatrix reached out to Artemisia with her arms wide open.

Wrapping her arms around Artemisia in a tight hug, she brought her lips to the other woman’s ear and whispered, “Die for me, my dear Mallory.”

**CRACK!

Artemisia’s body went limp at the sound, cracks spiderwebbing from within her clothes and up to her face, her whole body crumbling into pieces that slowly turned to dust.

Beatrix’s smile vanished as her open palm caught the crumbling pieces of Artemisia’s clone, her hazel eyes cold as she muttered, “If only the real you would die just as easily. Then everything would work out fine.”

As the last bit of the clone turned to dust, Beatrix’s arm shook, a slight tremble she almost missed, and noticing it, she scoffed.

“How foolish of me,” she muttered, her tone self-deprecating.

Shaking her head, she clenched her fist and thought to herself with a sigh.

‘You’ve come this far. You can’t break now, Kirone.’