At this moment,
Matthew finally understood why the God of Midnight was so obsessed with Ye Li.
If Ye Li were alive today,
or if Isabelle were to unreservedly release her charm,
perhaps hardly any spellcaster in the Alliance could resist the extra allure brought by the Pure Ether!
"So, who exactly are you?"
Just to be safe,
Matthew still asked:
"Are you the spiritual imprints of The Goddess of Magic, Ye Li?"
"Or a chaotic creation influenced by the memories of the God of Midnight?"
The clone responded indifferently:
"Both."
"That madman used the High-dimensional Shadow to replicate my spiritual imprints and then implanted in it a mass of wills and memories that do not belong to me."
"He delusionally tried to merge with me in this manner…"
"It is disgusting."
"A person who has died should not be resurrected in this world."
"My very existence, for even a second, is blasphemy to this world!"
Her gaze was exceedingly firm, filled with intense disgust and dissatisfaction.
