Chapter 847
One Hundred Years Later
Supervisor Weber brought Alistair to a nearby Daddy’s Burger joint.
After confirming Alistair’s surname, he became noticeably restless.
“…I don’t know if you’ll be able to get used to this,” Supervisor Weber said softly, his expression appearing nervous as he kept glancing around. “This is… relatively cheap, common folk food. Miss, please try it. If you really can’t stand it…”
His demeanor was too suspicious. If he hadn’t been wearing his uniform, he might have been mistaken for a criminal.
“Of course, it’s no problem. This is fine! It’s not like I’ve never eaten it before…”
Alistair felt a little displeased. This guy actually wanted to take her to eat some “proper cuisine.”
*I don’t want that, I want cola!*
*Do I really not know the food in Avalon? Even in modern times, it’s definitely not anything good!*
*Unless you take me to eat Iris Flower cuisine, then that should be okay…*
Thinking this, Alistair, who was swinging her legs on the high stool, looked at the business card stuck in the disposable napkin on the table.
—Daddy’s Burger, Camelot’s earliest freshly baked burgers, insisting on hand-baking every bread bun and pan-frying every fresh patty on the spot!
Address: 199 Wade New Street, Red Queen District, New Glass Island
Ordering and contact number…
…Camelot… huh?
And New Glass Island…
The familiar yet strange feel of the card in her hand made Alistair play with it carefully, her mind filled with thoughts.
“Your order.”
At this moment, a female server with blonde hair and glasses brought two trays to the table.
A glass of black bubbly water with ice and a straw, emitting a cold vapor.
And a thick burger, cut in half and secured with two metal skewers. It was smeared with various sauces.
Alistair stared at them blankly, hesitantly picking it up and taking a slow bite. She took another sip of the drink beside it.
She was somewhat afraid, that it might be the same as her memories; yet also afraid that it might be different…
Supervisor Weber watched her more nervously than Alistair.
But then, Alistair’s eyes instantly turned red.
“…Oh dear, girl… Miss… Oh my, you…”
The supervisor hastily stood up.
He even disregarded her status, which he couldn’t afford to offend, and reached out with a tissue to wipe her tears.
Seeing this girl, who looked even younger than his own daughter, start to cry silently in an instant, Supervisor Weber’s heart softened. “It’s all in the past now, it’s all in the past…”
When he first heard she was a child from the Moriarty Family, Supervisor Weber had thought she was a runaway young lady from a wealthy family.
She was from the house of Duke Eivass Moriarty, and by her age, she should be his great-granddaughter.
The Moriarty Family had a tradition of adopting children to inherit the family. It seemed to be some kind of inheritance, and perhaps a curse… Biological children could not inherit the family business and had their surnames stripped and were moved out of the estate upon reaching adulthood.
The children of Prince Eivass in the past also could not escape this fate, and one had become the new Du Lac.
That Queen, Alistair the First, was indeed his daughter. It was only after she ascended to the throne that her father, Prince Eivass, became Duke.
And this child… was also named Alistair.
Having the same name as the Monarch was not unusual. The Hrasal nations liked to name their children after “people they respected,” hoping their children would achieve the same accomplishments in the future. Alistair had been a rather uncommon name, but since the existence of Alistair the First, it was no longer so.
This meant that the child’s parents hoped she would become a great person like Queen Alistair.
Later, her parents were killed by demons.
Her crying while eating a burger and drinking cola was clearly not because the food was too good or too bad.
This could only be because she was reminded of the past—of when her parents were still alive, and they brought their young daughter to eat at a commoner’s restaurant; or perhaps of when her parents had just passed away, and before she was adopted by the Moriarty Family, she was impoverished and couldn’t even afford a burger.
“…Those Demon Cultists are damned!”
Supervisor Weber couldn’t help but curse, clenching his fist subconsciously. “I have an old friend whose wife and children were also killed by Demon Cultists…”
Hearing this, Alistair looked up. “Mr. Weber…”
“Hmm? You were saying, dear.”
Supervisor Weber responded subconsciously.
But as soon as he spoke, his heart skipped a beat—he realized his response might have been somewhat presumptuous.
This was the adopted daughter of the “First Citizen”… very likely the future successor of the Moriarty Family!
But there was nothing he could do. Looking at Alistair, Supervisor Weber was always reminded of his own daughter.
Sometimes, he would wonder… what would happen to his daughter if he died in the line of duty? Or rather, what kind of revenge would his daughters suffer if those villains found their address?
Just thinking about it made his ideal of “wanting to be a supervisor until the age of sixty” waver.
Fortunately, Miss Alistair didn’t seem to notice that he had misspoken.
She simply spoke, timidly asking, “Why… do you believe me so much?”
Hearing this, Supervisor Weber chuckled.
“You’re still too young, young lady.”
He tapped the in-ear earphone he wore on his left ear and said lightly, “Lying to a supervisor is not an easy feat. This is the latest model; it’ll alarm if you even stir up a single lie.”
—Just as I thought.
Alistair mused.
Her intentionally telling the complete truth to pass the lie detector was clearly meaningful.
As an Avalon native, she was too aware of the trust these Transcendent Path Authority users placed in lie detection.
It was precisely because of this that she had obtained crucial information through repeated probing and the proactive leaks that occurred when the other party’s guard was down…
First and foremost, Alistair confirmed that… in this era, demons and “Demon Cultists” still existed and were still a major threat to Avalon.
—But the Fallen Heavenly Envoys are gone, so where did the demons come from?
Unless…
On this worldline, the Fallen Heavenly Envoys never died.
And similarly, the Fallen Heavenly Envoys could not have been promoted to a Pillar God—if He had become a Pillar God, then the “Demon Cultists” wouldn’t be universally condemned like this.
Then, on this worldline… did the Father Snake not self-destruct? Or…
…Did a Transcendent Path Pillar God turn into a Ring Heavenly Envoy?
Furthermore, Supervisor Weber had mentioned the name “Eivass Moriarty,” and he seemed to be alive.
That was Alistair herself—or rather, her main body, her Master’s name.
Logically, Eivass should have been promoted to the Dream Realm by now. Even if not a Pillar God, he should at least be a Heavenly Envoy or a Disc of a Pillar God, but he had lived until now… yet Avalon had become Camelot.
What year was this?
Thinking this, Alistair suddenly asked, “What date is the Sunday after next?”
“The Sunday after next?”
Supervisor Weber was stunned by the question.
He frowned and pondered for a moment, then took out his phone from his chest.
After unlocking it, he opened the calendar. “The Sunday after next is… hmm, the 22nd.”
“Let me see!”
Alistair said, taking the phone from Supervisor Weber.
Supervisor Weber handed the phone over—his phone didn’t contain any sensitive information anyway, and he was watching, so there was no need to worry about anything happening.
Besides, this young lady looked very polite, not like a brat who would break other people’s belongings.
As expected, Alistair only took a careful look at the date before obediently returning Weber’s phone.
—Even though the feel of the device made her incredibly excited.
But Alistair knew that the time was not yet right.
In that instant, she had seen the date.
August 8th, 1999. Sunday.
This was a future exactly one hundred years later.
“…Today is August 8th,” Alistair murmured softly. “Aren’t you going to celebrate the festival?”
She was testing the waters, to see if there was a special day today.
As expected.
Supervisor Weber merely smiled. “I’m not an Elementalist… Infinite God’s festival, why would I, a supervisor, go join the fun?”
… “Infinite God,” Elementalist.
In a daze, Alistair recalled that piece of information.
The intelligence given to her by her foster father… the intelligence about the future that had once been destroyed.
—The Ring Heavenly Envoy once ascended to become a Pillar God of the “Metamorphosis” Path, the Endless Knot.
“What Path does your daughter study? Metamorphosis?”
“No, I didn’t let her become an Extraordinary. It’s too tiring.”
“But, the Elemental Emperor…”
“No matter how powerful the Elemental Emperor is, he is still just one person. It’s not much different from the Eternal Pope.”
Supervisor Weber shook his head. “If you only look at the upper limit, it’s just self-deception. I hope she becomes an electronic engineer… I feel that the future is definitely here. If she later wants to become an Extraordinary of the Path of Wisdom or the Path of Balance, that’s up to her. At least don’t be like me, a damn Authority dog… Oh, pretend I never said that, alright?”
He hadn’t intended to say so much.
But for some reason, as he was speaking, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and the thoughts in his mind couldn’t help but spill out.
And the card held between Alistair’s fingertips silently dissipated.
What needed to be tested had mostly been tested.
Some questions could be answered regardless of his response—because the real information was in the questions themselves.
Alistair breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately… these supervisors had not yet increased their resistance to Charm, otherwise, she might have had to flee.
She suddenly understood why two people had gone missing.
Initially, Alistair had thought they had been petrified.
Now it seemed…
…Had they been apprehended by the Inspection Bureau as dangerous individuals?
Because they couldn’t move, they were directly unable to enter the building!
(End of this chapter)
