Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

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Meridians could not enter that world anymore.

No. gabe. He will not believe in the words of a desperate man like the False.

This world is fake. Everything's fake. Meridians only dream or whatever it is. He'll definitely come back somehow the story has to go.

Novels just need conflict, right? Now he creates conflict. A great war will ensue, and the Meridians will appear as the destroyers of the sacred kingdom. If that wasn't enough, he would just destroy everything so that nothing would be left.

If there is nothing left, there is also no reason for the Meridians to remain here, right?

Surely so.

"What did Miss do?"

Meridian. Just shut up when Herdian comes, crouch down next to him.

They both stared at the reflection of the shadow on the clear water. This place—which turned out to be dungeon—have crystal clear lake water but reflect mirror-like shadows. Perhaps this is called the uniqueness of a magic territory.

"I think I have a promise to you."

"I'll hear it whenever Miss is comfortable. Please don't force yourself Miss."

"All right." Meridian breathed. He was not in the mood to talk about secrets. "But I want you to know, Herdian, your existence helps me a lot. I'm so grateful."

Herdian smiled slightly. "I'd like to be more helpful if I could, Miss."

Second male leads always have their own charm.

"Let's go back." The meridians went up, although in fact he went to the lake to be alone and calm down.

The faster he moves, the more likely it is also the faster the story ends, right? Let's put an end to this ridiculous world and the Meridian returns to where it belongs.

"Lum."

A black light shot towards him. But Meridians were shocked when Lumiel, whom he had summoned, appeared in the form of a golden-eyed black cat once again.

"You changed again?"

"I'm free to hold you." He was writhing on the chest of the Meridians. "Hug me, Meridian."

Meridian glanced at Herdian who seemed to be enveloped in a dark aura.

It must be his feelings. Herdian is green, not black.

While starting to walk carrying Lumiel, Meridian spread its mana. He just remembers how Herdian used to detect their surroundings with the wind, and it turned out to be quite easy.

"Dion, Lukas, come here."

Both appear almost simultaneously. Meridians flicked their fingers, creating a table with chairs that each of them could use.

He sat in the main seat, letting Lumiel relax in his lap while the others sat holding the cake.

"So, first, I think we I need to contact Your Majesty. Is there any way to connect to her now?"

"I'll do it, Miss." Herdian directs mana to the center of the table.

There was something shining from the ring on his thumb, and the ray disappeared along from the appearance of the projection of Andaru sitting on his chair.

"My son, I'm so happy to see you're okay now. I'm sorry I haven't been visiting you lately."

"Please get rid of those formalities first, Your Majesty." Meridian rubbing cat Lumiel's fur. "How's your situation? The temple hasn't shown any signs or movement?"

"That's what I'm looking for." Andaru propped his head to the side, faintly looking tired. "Rather than being called 'yet' to bring up the news, I saw the temple didn't even know anything about you. The priest I killed that day, they were reported missing and they were busy looking for him. This situation looks like there is a group split. Those who know about you, those who don't know about you."

"Michel— mapwait, what's his name, Herdian?"

"Yes, that. Marcel was most likely in cahoots with Ruben."

"I thought about it too."

"But it is impossible that only one high priest conspiring with the prince of a small country confidently won the war. I think they have other powers."

"Ruben hates witches a lot and is not on good terms with priests, but the amount of magic research he does is not small. I think he has at least a hundred black magicians by his side now. That's the amount I can get from the information the kingdom has given."

"There's more." Meridian tapped his index finger on the table. "Someone believes in something convincing. Lagupula, seeing the character of Ruben who is not passionate like a fool, I think people like him will not feel victorious unless it is guaranteed to have victory."

"The chimera."

Dion first opened his voice.

"Black magicians are more skilled at creating chimeras than ordinary witches. The mixing of mana from the unification of many nuclei where witches caused changes to the whichever core the chimera possessed. That's why so-called shapeless black magic can be more flexible with them."

That sounds reasonable.

"Your Majesty, is there absolutely no record of any forbidden research?"

"I think there is." Andaru smiled. "But I can't get it."

"Because?"

"The emperor is not a humble man who will help the difficulties of a girl, Miss. I helped you because I love you, but the Emperor doesn't care about you. When compared to the chaos that would ensue with the temple, of course the Emperor would rather see you killed."

Meridian breathed. "Totally so."

"Kill the Emperor." Luke threw away his face. "So he's old anyway."

"I'll take that as support for me, Young Master." Andaru chuckles. "Right now I can only prepare my soldiers, Miss. I don't know if the Old Man Luke said knew it or not, but we can't move too recklessly. As much as possible, I don't want any futile battles that cost too many lives."

"You're right." Meridian also did not want to kill the NPC intentionally.

Want NPCs or side characters, they were all at least not trodden dust. Insects are appreciated, right?

"Let's move in assuming that Ruben has a number of chimeras in his army."

"But, Miss," Herdian said, "even if they have a chimera, it's likely that Miss's magic power is still greater. That's just a wild assumption, but Ruben plans to take Miss away if it's not prevented by Miss's cat."

He didn't want to mention Lumiel.

"It can be an assumption, but it can be the other way around." Meridian looked down on his black cat. "Lumiel, are there any ancient weapons other than chimeras that are dangerous enough for me?"

"No. But I thought of something we talked about first." The cat jumped on the table. "Regarding Ruben's research."

"You mean a poison that can kill witches and whatever that's bullshit?"

"That "empty snout is now so it's starting to make sense. We don't know yet what kind of magic he's doing unleashing shackles on your mana core. If he can make magic that we can't tell, wouldn't it make sense to make other dangerous magic?"

The meridians propped up his cheeks to the side and fell silent in long thought.

Right too, dad. But if it's true, Ruben is incredibly smart. That extraordinarily clever fellow why was it able to lose and be torn down by the half-baked plans of Meridian and Lumiel?

"I think we underestimated him." The meridian is a bit restless. "Lumiel, in the rebellion of your subordinates, did they check one by one who were the soldiers killed by them? Is there any certainty that the person who was killed was the one around Ruben? Who's missing with Ruben?"

They all flinched. Even Lumiel.

"No. I didn't make sure. After all, the rebellion was your idea. How do they prepare in hours?"

"Your father?" Andaru reacted to that word.

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