The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 356 - 236: An Su’s Top Secret Conspiracy!

"Since everyone knows already, there’s no need for me to continue this act. Actually, I am not An Su."

An Su instantly began to sever ties.

He looked at Cersei with a solemn face, indicating that the real An Su Moningsta was no more, that he now belonged to the Esoteric Sect, and they weren’t familiar, nor from the same bureaucratic system, and she had no right to hold him accountable.

He proudly thumped his chest and scoffed,

"I am the renowned Ladder Saint, also a dual Senior Agent of the Great Avad Empire, code-named ’Chaotic Ladder’!"

This deflection process was refined and practiced, clearly a direct influence from Merlin.

Cersei continued to smile at An Su, her snow-white eyes blinked, silver eyelashes covered with a thin layer of moonlight, resembling a layer of frost. As her eyelashes fluttered, shaking the silver frost, she elegantly said to An Su,

"You are right."

"But..."

The silver-white eyes stared at the young man, clean and clear enough to reflect his figure. After a long pause, she too lost her smile, her expression serious,

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"Since everyone else knows already, there’s no need for me to act either. Actually, I am not Cersei."

Cersei also scoffed coldly, blowing her cover,

"I am the renowned Ladder Saintess, also the Commander of Dual Senior Agents of the Avad Empire, code-named ’Chaotic Ladder’. "

Trying to play me?

This is all my doing!

Look how she mimics my speech...

An Su desperately looked to Merlin for help. Merlin pretended not to know, turned away humming a tune, signaling the youths to continue as if he wasn’t there.

He enjoyed seeing the youth face a match; he always said fanning the flames wasn’t too much trouble if there was fun to be had watching—the perfect leisure activity for Merlin in his old age, hoping for even more fury, even having those two fighters in his presence,

Seeing Merlin, the elder, not bother himself with the matter, An Su sighed heavily. He gazed at the seemingly perfect-in-every-way-except-deceptively girl before him with admiration for her thick skin and skill at blatant lying,

You’re not a damn Ladder Saintess, the real Ladder Saintess is being kept like a pig at my place...

She eats eight bowls of food a day.

"Mr. Chaotic Ladder."

Cersei naturally called An Su by his code name, appreciating the troubled expression on the youth’s face as she tilted her head, her soft, long hair cascading next to her delicate collarbone,

"As your immediate supervisor, may I ask if Ladder Saintess Ael can step in?"

"Let’s discuss the grand plan of reviving the Esoteric Sect together."

How did she end up becoming my boss?

You don’t eat eight bowls of food a day, you don’t qualify to be the Chaotic Saintess.

An Su forced a smile, needing to find a way out, "Stop kidding, Your Highness, I was just kidding."

He looked at Merlin again, showing a shy smile, "I won’t bother you anymore, Your Excellency Merlin, I’ll be leaving now."

But Cersei had no intention of joking; she elegantly removed her white lace gloves, put them in her pocket, sat directly opposite An Su, her fair, smooth arm smoothing out folds on her skirt. Then, propping her exquisite face, she tilted her head interestingly as she watched An Su,

"Mr. Chaotic Ladder, I believe you show insufficient respect for your superior."

She sighed lightly, her face full of regret.

"It seems you can never be transferred back to the Church Nation and will spend your life under cover."

Where did this plot twist come from? An Su sighed helplessly, watching as Princess Cersei showed no signs of restraint, instead seemingly enjoying the role-playing more seriously than he did.

He didn’t want anything to do with this madwoman. The real Chaotic Saintess Ael might meow if she became honest, but this delusional woman only knew how to rave.

This is awful.

In the original story, after Cersei ascended the throne, she became the most authoritarian empress in a thousand years of the Imperial Capital. This Emperor was still the young version, already starting to experience what it felt like to be a superior.

An Su couldn’t help but feel that fate was harsh and sincerely regretted it; he was truly idle, assigning a leader for himself out of nowhere.

"Saint Heir Ael."

An Su was tired of resisting; he could only take a step back as a way to move forward, to shake off this bothersome woman. He calmly said, his cyan eyes filled with a holy light, his expression steadfast and devout as if he was about to enlist in the military service and join a Crusade,

"Actually, I am not Chaotic Ladder, I was just testing you."

"I neither change my name nor my surname, I am the purest of the Radiant Saints, An Su Moningsta, with no ties to such evildoers, and you, foul witch, have no right to command a devout saint!"

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Cersei held her cheeks, still wearing that graceful smile, her hands crossed over her slightly heaving chest, her snow-white eyes equally holy and devout, like a calm lake on a snowy day,

"I was actually also testing you, I am not some Chaotic Ladder."

"I am Cersei Milton of the Radiant Holy See, the Imperial Saintess, Cersei Milton."

"By the way, according to the Church hierarchy, my authority should be greater than yours." Cersei tilted her head, clapped her hands lightly, "I look forward to your guidance in the future."

You turned on your Tracking Skill, didn’t you?

An Su’s face was lined with frustration. He had carefully converted to the Great Cult, jumping nimbly to their side, then just as nimbly jumped back. Unexpectedly, the Princess had a Chain Skill, following his lead by cutting to the Esoteric Sect and then skillfully jumping back to the Church.