Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2195

A complex formation lay above.

"Doesn't look like your dick was that great." Cassarae whispered.

"Yeah?" Sylas asked, still focused on the formation. "Seemed to work just fine on you."

"Well I'm not an S-tier."

"Does that mean you don't want to be the only wife anymore?"

"Don't try me, Sylas Brown."

Sylas smiled, but didn't say too much. Finally, he looked down and met the Duchess' gaze.

Between now and the last time Sylas had seen the Duchess, she had probably gone through quite a lot. Not to mention the fact she was surely no longer as naive as she was as her younger self, she was an S-tier.

If not for the chains binding her now, her gaze and presence alone would have been enough to crush them.

Sylas was pretty sure that he had set everything up properly. However… the knight.

They had only experienced what happened after the Monkey King summoned it, but given the kind of characters Sylas was dealing with, it wasn't impossible for them to have deduced things on their own.

That was to say that if someone was paying close enough attention… they could have ruined Sylas' plans.

The question was, of course, why? For what purpose?

Sylas' gaze flickered as he thought of Nosphaleen.

Of all the people to target, why choose Nosphaleen? The purpose of that was obviously to target Sylas in specific. If they just needed a vessel for Envy, and the definition of the Will was already becoming twisted, there were plenty of other people to choose.

But they hadn't chosen just anyone. They chose Nosphaleen.

Would the same person be targeting yet another of his women? Had he really rattled them that much?

Sylas placed Cassarae down. "Stay here for now."

Cassarae nodded slowly as Sylas walked forward, closing in the distance on the Duchess until he was basically a single step away from her seated form.

"What happened?" he asked.

The Duchess had gone back to her unprecedented calm. Even when she had lashed out just now, her expression hadn't shifted or changed at all.

However, when Sylas asked that question, her breathing hitched and hurried.

"… You do not know?"

"No. I do not."

"What happened during your battle with my brother?" the words tumbled out of her mouth as though she had been waiting to ask this question for epochs.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. "What do you think happened?"

The Duchess' jaw clenched.

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