Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 431: The Gospel Is Framing Me

Senhaeser Building, top-floor office.

Hearing the sound of the oak door being pushed open, Qenna, who was in a conversation with the Listening Minister, turned her head and saw her sister, with a gloomy expression, walking in wearing high-heeled boots.

“Captain Nona.” The Listening Minister nodded slightly in greeting, and Nona nodded back, calmly standing behind Qenna.

“That’s it, for now, postpone the Listening Plan for over three years. Change the decision-making preference from ‘future risk-oriented’ to ‘current stability-oriented’. I need you to prepare a report on the number, realms, and Spellcasting Sect of the spellcasters within the tribe, prioritizing their training importance.”

“Understood.”

After the Listening Minister left the room, Qenna stood up and gazed at the white mist city below. The eyes of the Elf patriarch seemed to be envisioning the future of Vamora, and her meditative lips appeared to be weighing the family’s safety.

“Nona, come here.”

Nona walked over, not quite understanding, only to have Qenna smack her bottom hard. The usually composed and quiet vice-captain shivered all over, letting out a surprised “Eek.”

“I just found out you like to spank, like a mother cat…” Qenna chuckled softly.

Nona abruptly pushed Qenna into a chair, staring at her sister sternly and coldly. Unfortunately, the blush that wouldn’t fade from her porcelain-like face reduced her intimidation to that of a little kitten puffing up its fur.

“What’s the deal with the ranking list?”

“We discussed this before, didn’t we? The gospel made an erroneous judgment,” Qenna replied calmly. “Annan and her people from the exotic land are variables that the gospel can’t accurately predict. Annan’s deliberate interference caused the gospel to vastly overestimate their potential and future…”

“I’m asking why you and I are both serving Ashe Heath on the ranking list!”

“For the same reason as on the Family Ranking, Ashe’s peculiar tastes…”

“It’s different,” Nona retorted. “On the Family Ranking, we were transformed into undead, and our minds were twisted, so that’s not surprising. But on the Happiness Ranking, you and I are fully conscious!”

“The Happiness Ranking also mentioned it. As the Happiest Patriarch, I was forced by Ashe,” Qenna paused, then suddenly gritted her teeth and said, “Damn Ashe! He must have threatened me with the Family, forcing me to submit to him. I wish I could lock him up in a dark room and torment him day and night… But in the future, he is the Source of Calamity and an Undying Fiend. His power will surely surpass the Sanctuary. For the sake of protecting the Family, the Gospel thinks that I would endure humiliation and bend to his will. It’s understandable.”

“Is it?” Nona said coldly. “But I got the feeling that you didn’t seem too unwilling in the images.”

“Ashe is a companion of Rust Crow, and Rust Crow is a powerful mental spellcaster. To protect the Family, I would have to conceal my killing intent and even pretend to enjoy it. Otherwise, how could I deceive this calamity-breeding Demon Lord!” Qenna sighed deeply. “I’ve sacrificed so much for the Family’s well-being, but since I am the patriarch, I must shoulder this responsibility.”

“What about me?” Nona demanded. “Why am I in it too?”

“That proves Ashe is full of vile deeds. It’s not enough for him to use underhanded tactics to get me; he even wants a piece of you…”

“But the problem is, why do I also look so willing in the images!?”

Qenna quietly looked at her blushing sister and said, “Then Nona, maybe you should reflect on why you would want to steal your niece’s man…”

Nona was so angry she laughed. “Qenna, you’re still trying to blame me? Ever since you returned to be the patriarch, I’ve always been your avatar spirit! What I’m saying is, when we were at the Belldate manor, how could I have developed feelings for Ashe? It must be your emotions spilling over into me!”

Every Six Heraldry patriarch has several avatar spirits among their clansmen to ensure the Family’s power inheritance if the patriarch suddenly dies. During the white mist anomaly, Qenna was trapped in a Dream, and the avatar spirit of Qenna within Nona’s soul activated, allowing her sister to temporarily move using her body.

This insurance mechanism is stringent, given that avatar spirits could potentially usurp the host’s will. Therefore, both parties must trust each other completely. But in the Six Heraldry Family, trust has never been an issue.

“Even so, the avatar spirit can still have side effects on the host, such as emotional leakage. To give an analogy, the relationship between the main body and the avatar is like a champagne tower. Normally, there’s no impact, but if the emotions of the main body overflow, they drip down into the avatars below.”

“Can’t it just be that you’re moved yourself?” Qenna argued stubbornly. “Don’t blame everything on me!”

“I’ve always been detached my whole life, so why would I care so much about Annan?” Nona said. “If it’s not your fault, whose is it?”

“Putting that aside,” Qenna changed the subject, “the important issue now is that the Gospel has a big problem.”

Hearing her sister talk about business, Nona could only suppress her irritation and nod, “Updating early is an unprecedented event in a thousand years. And after reviewing Ashe and his people’s profiles, it’s clear that they vastly differ from the ranking list descriptions. If I’m not mistaken…”

“The Gospel can no longer make things up,” Qenna motioned for her sister to sit across from her. “We need to change our strategy for utilizing the Gospel. Nona, for the next few days, assist the Listening Department and try to use up our Gospel points as much as possible.”

“No problem… wait, what?”

“The Gospel can no longer make things up.”

Annan said, “So, it uses people like you, these meteorites, to smash through everything.”

“Can no longer make things up?” Ashe and Lise were both puzzled. “What does that mean?”

“It can’t weave a genuine future,” Igor explained. “So it uses us, these fake futures, as replacements.”

“Since we’re talking about drama, let’s use it as a metaphor,” Annan said. “If the Gospel is an author, then the Weaving Festival is their meticulously written work. Before writing, it usually spends fifty years collecting materials and then completes the work in one go within 100 days.”

“Its update speed is one chapter every ten days. Though it may occasionally be delayed, it has consistently delivered quality updates for hundreds of years. But one day, it suddenly updates six days early—what could be the reason?”

“Maybe it has some chapters in reserve?” Ashe guessed.

“An author who has procrastinated for hundreds of years suddenly having a backlog of chapters? Highly unlikely,” Annan chuckled. “Although I don’t know the exact reason, it’s definitely not a normal update. This ‘Happiness Ranking’ is undoubtedly a rushed product.”

“If you were this author and had only written 40% of your manuscript, but the editor suddenly demanded that you hand it over immediately, how would you resolve it?”

“I would deal with the editor,” Ashe replied. “But the Gospel isn’t just anyone; does it even have an editor?”

“Dad, you’re silly! There are Angels and a Divine Sovereign above the Gospel!” Lise quickly grasped the situation. “So, to submit the manuscript, did the Gospel just scribble and haphazardly fill in the remaining 60%?”

“Something like that, but the Gospel didn’t just scribble aimlessly.”

Annan spread her hands, her expression complicated. “The Gospel used you all.”

“You are people from an exotic land. The Gospel isn’t aware of your pasts, so you hold infinite possibilities. This also serves as your leverage to deceive the Gospel. But precisely because of these ‘infinite possibilities,’ you become the Gospel’s best… how should I put it, filler side-story material?”

“Normally, for the Gospel to weave a ‘true future,’ it needs to leverage all past intelligence to piece together the future bit by bit. This is why the Gospel delays updates until the very last second—another second of speculation makes its predictions more accurate.”

“Therefore, even if the Gospel wanted to update early, it wouldn’t work. It lacks the time to predict the future of us Gospel people, meaning it can’t predict it at all. As a miracle that foretells the future, it can afford to be inaccurate but can never actively make mistakes.”

“But with you people from an exotic land, it’s different—precisely because of your ‘infinite possibilities,’ the Gospel can allow itself to make fuzzy predictions about you! Even if its predictions are off, it’s not a mistake, just less accurate!”

Hearing this, Ashe finally understood.

“So,” Ashe said calmly, patting Lise on the head, “the Gospel, as an author, needs to update early. However, it can’t write nonsense about you Gospel people because you are the main characters, and tampering with that would ruin your character arcs. The Gospel knows better than to let that happen.”

“However, we’re different. We are new characters who crash in mid-story. No matter what plotline we follow, it’s deemed reasonable. So, the Gospel just makes up our storylines to fill the updates!”

“Wait a minute,” Harvey said through a mouthful of food, “making stuff up isn’t the same as random writing. Our characters are quite different from those in the Happiness Ranking!”

“That’s because the Gospel doesn’t derive our future based on our real personalities,” Igor said calmly, tracing the rim of his wine glass. “Compared to the Gospel people, our future might be even harder to predict. It shoots arrows after drawing the target, first setting a template for the Happiness Ranking and then fitting us into it. That’s why you get bizarre plotlines like me having a daughter, or Harvey creating a wife.”

“Actually, I think Leia is pretty nice…” Ashe muttered, but seeing Lise’s murderous glare, he quickly straightened up. “The Gospel is being completely irresponsible, wrecking my character! How am I supposed to show my face now?”

Harvey took a long sip of stew and reminded, “Even without the Happiness Ranking, going out now would still make you the Source of Calamity, Calamity Demon Lord, and a fugitive…”

“The Gospel is a good chronicler but a poor fantasy writer. Everything in the Happiness Ranking can be seen as third-rate fiction written under the influence,” Igor said. “It’s all fake.”

“Everything is fake?” Ashe sounded a bit disappointed.

Lise, recalling the number one scene on the Happiness Ranking, glanced at her hand mirror and murmured softly, “Not everything is fake…”

“Although it’s fabricated, the Gospel must have seen some signs to inspire its secondary creations,” Annan said, staring intently at Ashe. “For example, Igor and Anfel indeed almost became a couple, and Harvey does have the power to create Necromantic Brides. So…”

“Ashe, why does the Gospel think you have relationships with Qenna and Nona?”

“Yeah, why!” Lise immediately lifted her head to join the attack.

A speck of the Gospel’s dust on Ashe’s head felt like a mountain.

Ashe declared firmly, “The gospel is framing me.”

Annan said, “Why did you lick Qenna’s face? That’s definitely not something you normally do. I haven’t seen you lick Lise, so on what basis did the Gospel derive this plot?”

Ashe gritted his teeth and said, “The gospel is framing me!”

Annan pressed on, “And why were you in bed with both Qenna and Nona? Moreover, you even-let Nona do that to you…”

Ashe completely capitulated, “This is truly the gospel framing me!”

Heaven and earth could attest, Ashe never had such thoughts about Nona. This was simply the Gospel reworking the synthetic image data that Yvaren had sold him!

Just as Ashe was being thoroughly overwhelmed, Banjeet suddenly spoke up, “Since everything in the Happiness Ranking has some basis, then…”

“Why did Igor’s daughter Leia push Ashe to hurry up and have a child with Aunt Annan?”

Everyone turned to look at the Purple Moth.

Now the pressure shifted to Annan.

After a moment of silence, Annan reluctantly nodded, “The gospel is framing him.”