Roland silently recalled the scene to confirm he hadn't misremembered – at the time, that high-ranking devil stood atop a high platform, guiding two promoters to fight each other. The white veil fluttering around its body was in stark contrast to the rolling pool of red mist beneath it, and the eyeball on its head shone with dazzling light. Such a visually striking scene would immediately resurface in his mind with just a slight closing of his eyes.
However, after excluding this major difference, the other details were somewhat similar, and Roland couldn't help but feel a strong interest in this devil martial artist named "Valkyris."
When it was his turn to shake hands, he didn't simply go through the motions like before, but stopped by the bed.
"Are you also a resident of the Tongzilou district?"
The others, who were already preparing to move on to the next ward, couldn't help but pause slightly when they heard this.
Valkyris looked indifferent. She seemed to be considering how to respond, and shook her head after a moment.
Indeed, the female devil in the memory fragment should be much older than the Devourer of Jerroh and couldn't possibly be a prisoner in the Soul Battlefield.
"Do you have any sisters? Someone who looks particularly like you?" Roland pointed to his forehead, "For example, with an extra eye here?"
The crowd couldn't help but stir, and the Garrison cleared his throat twice, "Mr. Roland."
"It's okay," Roland waved his hand, "I just think she looks strangely like someone I used to know."
The other party opened her mouth expressionlessly, "No."
"How could there be? I haven't seen anyone from the Kagard Peninsula with three eyes," someone muttered softly, "But there are plenty with three fingers."
"Okay..." Roland, with the last hope of trying, suddenly said out of the blue, "Sharrita!"
But the other party's eyes were unwavering, as if he were the only one being foolish.
If Valkyris was a devil from the other side of the memory fragment, she should have reacted in some way upon hearing this devil language.
It seemed it was just a resemblance after all.
Roland shrugged, extended his right hand, "I hope you get well soon, return to the association, and fight alongside everyone to resist the erosion."
She hesitated noticeably before slowly extending her hand.
The moment their hands clasped, Roland couldn't help but say "Huh?"
The Garrison asked in a muffled voice, "What's wrong?"
"Her hand is so cold... and a little damp."
The crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter. Amidst the deliberately suppressed laughter, Roland also heard a few disgruntled whispers.
"Frivolous."
"How could the Old School choose someone like this?"
"Alright, alright, the patient needs rest, everyone please visit the next patient," the doctor shook his head helplessly, "Really..."
Roland shrugged. As the creator of the Dream World, he didn't really care about these people's opinions. But since he couldn't get anything out of her, there was no point in staying here. He glanced at Valkyris one last time before turning and leaving the ward.
...
After the door closed, Valkyris's violently fluctuating emotions were still difficult to calm.
These short few moments were almost the most turbulent of her life. She had never imagined that she would one day need to unleash all her concentration just to keep her facial expression fixed – and merely achieving this had already consumed most of her spirit.
When that human walked out from the crowd, Valkyris felt the blood in her whole body freeze. She would never forget this figure. In the memories of the Silence Disaster, it was this person who stood opposite the Legacy Shard, coldly watching Silence fall into the clutches of the tentacles.
That wasn't simple observation. The memory extracted by the King allowed every recipient to empathize, so the panic and astonishment of the Silence Lord at that time also affected her to some extent. It was this feeling of being there that immediately linked the figure to the image in her memory.
The previous guesses were all overturned, and even if she was reluctant,
She had to consider the third possibility – the tremor in the consciousness world hadn't led her astray, and she hadn't been looking in the wrong direction from the beginning. This was indeed a realm pioneered by a mortal male, and that person was indeed the master of this place.
If she encountered this human in the real world, she would at most be stunned for a moment, and then she would use all her power to kill him – like some promoters, she also possessed the power to slay devils. Regardless of whether the other party's magic level could really reach such a level, they would be the same once they were dead.
But in the consciousness world, this rule didn't apply. At least according to the King, no one could defeat him in his Holy Seat. Omniscient and immortal, almost like the legendary gods. Even if the King might have exaggerated, she didn't dare to try it now.
Valkyris knew very well that dying here wasn't the worst situation. If the other party also possessed the ability to extract memories like the King, everything she knew would inevitably bring great harm to the clan.
Faced with such an opponent, she had to be extremely cautious.
Fortunately, the third possibility was still not a definite conclusion, as he seemed to be testing her identity, rather than seeing through everything like the King. Valkyris vaguely realized that the other party might have seen her somewhere – although she didn't know why, his words and actions all indicated that he had an impression of her.
And most likely in another world.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked about the third eye – originally located in the center of Valkyris's forehead was the spirit magic stone she obtained during her third promotion.
And that sentence Sharrita was the ancient clan word for "hero."
She extended her clasped hand and quietly examined it for a moment. Her mind recalled the moment of contact with the other party.
That "Huh?" almost made her stop breathing on the spot, but fortunately, she managed to get through it. Valkyris hadn't forgotten her purpose in tracking the other party. This sudden meeting was both a challenge and an opportunity – almost without any effort, she had found a key figure on the human side. As a male, he had the opportunity to come into contact with the Legacy Shard, and he was able to force back the Silence Disaster in the consciousness confrontation. Without a doubt, he possessed a large amount of information unknown to the clan. She couldn't avoid it because of this risk.
Just as the King created the Overlord's Holy Seat to better rule his subordinates, if this place was really pioneered by a mortal male, then it must be for some purpose. Judging from words such as "Fallen," "Frontline," and "Resist Erosion," it was full of the flavor of conspiracy. She had to figure out what kind of conspiracy the other party was plotting in the consciousness world.
Like the general meeting mentioned by that doctor, perhaps it was a good channel.
Thinking of this, Valkyris clenched her fist tightly.
Roland... is it?
I'll remember this name!