Chapter 1742: 475 Secret Treasure of Love and Void Banishment
Chapter 1742: 475 Secret Treasure of Love and Void Banishment
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Yes.
90% similar.
But Matthew soon noticed the subtle differences.
These differences were quite apparent, and they made a vivid impression—
These two people only looked alike.
They were definitely not the same person.
But…
“Is it really just a resemblance?”
Matthew’s heart rate slightly increased.
Unconsciously,
he approached the clone floating in mid-air.
In the process,
Matthew repeatedly confirmed that Nightly’s clone only bore a considerable resemblance to Isabelle in appearance.
In terms of physique, they were worlds apart.
“A coincidence?”
Matthew found it a bit far-fetched.
Aside from their appearances, Isabelle and Nightly also shared many similarities—
They both became, at some point, possibly the strongest presence with magic power in the Multiverse.
One before the arrival of a Calamity Mage,
The other after the arrival of a Calamity Mage.
They also both faced the pain and trouble brought by Chaotic Ether, and their ultimate choices didn’t seem too different.
Nightly chose to commit suicide using divine spell;
Whereas Isabelle chose a sort of self-banishment, venturing into the elusive Original World.
There was no doubt.
Both of their decisions regarding the material world’s greater good could really be called great.
“So, how did Nightly’s secret come into Ronan’s hands?”
“Edmond daring to steal Nightly’s secret from Ronan’s house couldn’t be that simple.”
“If Nightly’s secret was initially in Isabelle’s hands, then everything would make sense…”
In an instant,
Matthew recalled a series of strange occurrences—
Such blatant and terrible disputes among the Superior Legends were quite rare.
Afterward, although Ronan was compensated,
The complete lack of any retaliatory actions spoke volumes.
Matthew guessed,
Ronan and Edmond, as students of Isabelle’s previous generation, might have both had some entitlement to the Goddess of Magic’s secret.
However, something must have happened,
with Edmond being excluded, allowing Ronan to solely inherit Nightly’s legacy.
And that incident might have been related to the struggle for internal influence in the Alliance involving Isabelle, Link, and Nameless.
Thinking back to Isabelle’s initial clashes with Edmond,
Matthew felt his guess wasn’t wrong.
Edmond’s attitude towards Isabelle was still respectful; he clearly hadn’t planned to lash out at his teacher.
But regarding Ronan’s exclusive possession of Nightly’s secret,
Edmond undoubtedly had his own thoughts.
Ronan probably also recognized this, otherwise, why would he leave the last secret in the rarely inhabited house in Rolling Stone Town?
Gossip among Legendary-mages…
It’s truly fascinating!
Unconsciously,
Matthew’s mind flashed through much…
Getting back to the present,
at this moment Nightly’s body was emitting a bright white light.
This was a sign of a massive concentration of free Ether.
This hazy white light made Nightly more beautiful, like a goddess in slumber, exuding a transcendent and sublime beauty.
Matthew had previously had a somewhat negative impression of Nightly.
He thought she was no different from the gods of the Heavenly Palace, just a naturally promiscuous and shameless woman.
The only reason she had become a god
was simply good timing.
However, now Matthew stood in front of Nightly’s clone, and his feelings were completely transformed.
“If the pinnacle of the magic path is to face the disorderly Ether, where one must endure pain that could drive a god insane all the time, then how do Heavenly Mages maintain their sanity?”
Thinking about this aspect,
Matthew’s heart felt unavoidably heavy.
If Isabelle and Nightly had it this hard,
what about the others?
What were they using to sustain their humanity?
Soria may have been after money.
Nameless probably chased the traces of the Calamity Mage.
But what about Link?
Or even Ronan and other Superior Legends?
Matthew instinctively felt,
when he formally ascended to legend, he would probably also have to start facing the harshness of Ether…
At this moment,
a voice tinged with subtle sorrow emerged next to Matthew’s ear.
“You are late…”
“That madman has already turned me into a puppet neither dead nor alive…”
Along with this voice,
the clone turned upright, slowly opened its eyes, and their gazes collided.
At that moment,
Matthew’s heart involuntarily contracted.
Even as a clone,
Nightly’s eyes were so clear and pure, in stark contrast to her tumultuous reputation.
Matthew found it hard to describe the feeling.
The eyes of this clone in front of him were like a forest washed by heavy rain, emanating dense moisture and a luminous air, giving a profoundly beautiful sensation.
This had nothing to do with Charm.
It was simply pure.
So pure that even standing before her, Matthew felt a sense of shame…
“Is this the killing power of the Goddess of Magic?”
Quickly,