Mohe didn't dwell too much on what Doro might do. She had been attentive enough to this former Hero, and what she could do now was nothing more than this extent.

She returned to the room she used for alchemy.

Originally, talking about Lisidorwei with Doro was just an interlude in the alchemy process, and alchemy itself requires some time, so she took these moments of leisure. Now, all the various items had fully reacted, and with her ideation, her desired creation could be born.

Compared to magic, Mohe preferred alchemy; from her personal perspective, alchemy possessed a more mysterious significance.

Even the Demon King couldn't guarantee the outcome of alchemy with absolute certainty, and that was the charm of this technique, which she liked.

Of course, the alchemy materials this time were hard to obtain, especially things like Charlette's arm, truly a rare item, and it's uncertain if it'd be available next time. Even Mohe felt a bit of long-missed anxiety.

This was a very unusual emotion for Mohe, one she both resisted and anticipated. As someone destined to rule the world sooner or later, as an entity meant to embrace the world eventually, Mohe shouldn't have these emotions, but precisely because she shouldn't, this emotion was especially worth anticipating.

What if she fails?

Failure wouldn't be a big deal, after all, it was just for an artificial sun in an estate, only to improve the quality of those grapes to brew better wine. Of course, initially, it was just grape wine, but later she planned to brew some other fruit wines, as for grain wine...

She halted her thoughts and instead invested her will into the alchemy cauldron.

The mysterious liquid was constantly stirred, and those symbolic things were also floating and sinking within the alchemy cauldron. As time passed, at a certain moment, these symbolic objects gradually fused.

The impression of "sun" kept repeating in Mohe's mind.

This impression was extremely important to her understanding of the sun—fortunately, Mohe had an exceedingly deep impression and understanding far beyond others. At her level of expertise, celestial research was crucial, as most magic experts in this world would study celestial bodies, and so would alchemists and curse masters.

No matter the race of expert... there is an innate longing for the starry sky and an attribution of mystical significance to celestial bodies or stars. Various celestial phenomena thus have different meanings, which likewise influence mystical powers, magic, curses, alchemy... all of which are part of this.

Is there anyone in this world whose celestial research is more profound than the Demon King's?

Mohe herself couldn't say for sure, but among all races, each had its secrets. In fact, similar celestial alchemy items have appeared many times in history and aren't lacking alchemy items symbolizing the sun. However, different alchemy items have different effects, some focused on combat, while others...

A small sun arose from the alchemy cauldron; this sun was only about the size of a human head yet radiated brilliant light as if dispelling all the darkness in the world, promising to grant light to humanity.

The entire room was lavishly illuminated by the sun's glow, warmth rising spontaneously without feeling scorching.

"This is what I wanted, should I say it's just like me? A sun that symbolizes life; trying to eliminate the destructive symbolism was truly difficult, but indeed only I could do it. After growing weaker, my mastery of alchemy became more thoughtful, and being frail isn't necessarily a bad thing, at least it allowed me to discover many past shortcomings."

The warm sun returned to Mohe's palm, suspended and upheld by her left hand. She self-reflectively summarized her past once again, and then, the sun's light in her palm began to extinguish, transforming into a pitch-black sphere, appearing much like a coal ball.

She carried this thing to the estate.

Looking at the seedlings already planted, she couldn't help but smile.

This feeling is truly subtle; humans inherently possess planting talent. No matter how harsh the environment is, as long as human numbers grow, they somehow find suitable crops as food, research and cultivate them, and ultimately thrive. And now, as a human herself, she actually anticipates the planted crops. Thinking about the future harvest, she even feels joy.

She doesn't resist such sentiments.

After all, seemingly frail humans, seemingly small humans, were the very culprits leading to the downfall of the Demon Race; becoming human upon reincarnation might well be "fate".

She ought to understand this race.

Therefore, for now, she hasn't reclaimed the symbol of her double horns, representing both creation and destruction, also symbolizing the Demon Race. All demons possess double horns. However, Lisidorwei's horns were severed by herself when she betrayed way back then...

All bygone stories, not worth mentioning.

"A barrier is still necessary, can't let just anyone come in and discover that I have an artificial sun here. Though it's completely doable from an alchemy standpoint, this is Baixi Town and a bit too conspicuous. Something akin to a double illusion is needed to cover the true appearance."

But such a thing can be realized using magic. Mohe can now use some magic of this degree; setting up a magic barrier isn't a challenging task.

In any case, let the sun rise first!

Once again, the lump of coal burst into dazzling light, warm rays streaming forth. Mohe spread her arms, and the girl embraced this warmth, then, this artificial sun settled over the mansion, seemingly embedded directly atop it, becoming an eternal part of its scenery.

In an instant, a warmth seeped through the entire mansion, a warmth that made people want to fall into a peaceful slumber.

Due to its proximity to the stream, Baixi Town was quite damp, but at this moment, all the cold and moisture were driven away.

The people inside the house immediately rushed to the windows, witnessing the artificial sun high in the sky, as if it sought to rival the real sun hanging in the heavens—they knew, of course, this perception was just an illusion of perspective.

"Demon King Mohe..."

Doro looked at the sun in the sky and couldn't help but utter Mohe's name. He knew that Charlette's arms had completely transformed into the sun in the sky at this moment, and Mohe had already completed her alchemy... correspondingly, Charlette would lose her connection with these hands, and she would likely be furious...

However, as Mohe had said, Charlette's current situation might not be so easy.

The church wasn't a monolith, nor were humans, nor were other races. Power struggles existed everywhere—when the Demon King was powerful, everyone could unite and fight against the Demon King together, but now that the Demon King was still weak, figuring out how to overthrow others became the crucial issue.

Doro fell for this reason. In the past, he didn't understand, but as time passed, he came to recognize some of the human struggles, though he was always reluctant to admit it. But isn't excessive drinking just a way to escape? It's precisely because he knew and didn't want to admit it that he drank heavily every day.

Recently, he hadn't been drinking heavily. More so, he drank with an appreciating mindset because Mohe designated him as the "Wine Taster." According to Mohe, the taste of the wine produced by the mansion in the future would depend on Doro's palate for adjustments; Mohe believed in his "aesthetic."

Doro completely didn't think he possessed this aesthetic.

But since Mohe arranged it this way, he'll just go along with it... Over the years, he indeed drank a lot of wine, and although the goal was to intoxicate himself, he truly could taste the differences between different wines.

Looking at the rising sun in the sky, he surprisingly felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Like... like...

Like finding home.

Surprised by this subtle feeling, Doro patted his face, reminding himself to stay clear-headed; this wasn't his home. This was merely the Demon King Mohe's mansion to hide her identity, just a whim of the Demon King—there was only a transactional relationship between him and Demon King Mohe, and it should remain that way.

A selfish and subservient human betrayer should maintain such a relationship with the Demon King.

He long shouldn't have a sense of belonging anymore.

...

"Saintess Charlette, how do you plan to take responsibility for the attack on Nalune? The church lost an entire Holy Knight Order there!"

Charlette's gaze was icy: "Demon King, the Crimson Queen attacked the Divine City with the Apocalypse and End Horn; at least I saved the Demon King's arm. What more do you ask of me?"

The person questioning her was a member of the White Church Elder Council, all of whom bore the name "White." Undeniably, these old folks contributed a lot of effort to the church's construction, and in their youth, they fought and bled for the church; they may not be powerful, but they were undoubtedly loyal to the church...

But so what?

Charlette tore off her sleeve.

As a Saintess, this behavior was unattractive and should be rebuked—but Charlette didn't want to fuss with these old men.

"Alchemy Arm! You..."

There were exposed, articulated joints at her shoulder.

"In that battle, I had both arms torn off by A·Gedora, the slayer of the last generation's Hero, Frodonick. Now, both arms have lost all connection with me, and the enemy is using them as alchemy items—is that explanation sufficient?"

The Elder Council was rendered speechless.

"Now, the one who should be questioned is me! Bai Lushi! Why was my faith altered! Why were you influenced by demonic whispers!"

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