But unfortunately, the soul body is unable to perform this action.

He looked around blankly, and then saw his already cold soul. The next moment, he saw the great lord in front of him who was holding his chin with his crossed fingers. In the vision of the soul, the great lord was looking at him.

There seemed to be some kind of light shining in the ice blue eyes.

At this moment, Chaldea knew that she was dead.

But this was not simply a bad thing, because he also felt the strange freedom of his soul... He had never felt like this since his fate was tied to Xal'atath more than ten years ago.

The freedom, the feeling of not being bound, made Chaldea in the soul form seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he... still has one last question.

"Why do you do this?"

Chaldea Morgan looked at the great lord in front of him. He was not afraid. As the great lord said, Chaldea was one of the few mortals who had fully witnessed Tyrion's life. He had seen Tyrion when he was weak.

So compared to other people, Chaldea doesn't have that kind of fear.

"You could have directly erased my consciousness, but you didn't. You even gave me real freedom. Why?"

Chaldea's soul maintained the posture of a priest praying, and facing his inquiry, the great lord's eyes flashed with light. The next moment, a magical luster bloomed between the two of them, like a mirror.

In the same light, the figure of Miss Milly was reflected. Chaldea's only beloved woman was wearing loose clothes that only pregnant women would wear. She was in a quiet room in Chaldea's private house in the Kingdom of Storms.

Kneeling there sincerely, praying silently.

The object of her prayers was not a sculpture of the Holy Light Church, but a badge...a badge with a black broken blade engraved on it.

"This woman, I have been hearing her prayers since 5 years ago."

The great lord looked at the soul of Chaldea in front of him and said softly:

"She is not outstanding, and there is nothing unique about her soul, but she is one of the few mortals who can let me hear her voice. She prays, and those not beautiful prayers make me a little bored, but this woman is

It lasted for five full years without getting any response, without stopping for a day... Do you know what she desires from me?"

"She begged me to save your soul... For this, she was willing to give everything..."

"Chaldea Morgan, you are a lucky bastard. You have a woman who truly loves you. You see, as we all know, I am a very generous person when I am in a good mood, so I met this woman's meager expectations.

..I gave you true freedom!”

The great lord straightened up, leaned on the throne, and picked up the cup of tea that had been completely frozen. He didn't care about the ice cubes in the tea and drank the cup of tea in one gulp. He looked at the silent soul in front of him.

, like a devil whispering temptation, he flicked his fingers and whispered:

"Now, it's your turn to make a choice, Chaldea. Just like that night outside Durnholde Castle, when we first met, I will ask you... do you want to go back to her?

?Do you want to watch your son be born? Do you want to spend the rest of your free life with this silly woman?"

Chaldea's soul raised his head, the desire in his eyes barely concealed, and he asked:

"What do you want me to do? Tell me!"

"Great! It seems you are already familiar with my style of doing things, which is great!"

The great lord clapped his hands, looked at Chaldea in front of him, and said:

"Just do what you have been doing for more than ten years...go to another place, a little further away, where I need you to do some "trivial" things!"

Faced with this request, Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest, lowered his head and asked softly:

"You want me to be a shameless and despicable traitor?"

"Why, don't you want to?"

The high lord asked in return, Chaldea's soul shook his head, and then bowed to the high lord, just like the most loyal subordinate:
Chapter completed!