"Your Highness! We can't delay any longer!"

Looking at the expressionless "Princess Catherine" in front of him, the head of the Shaman Society, who was loyally devoted to the lineage of the Great Shaman King, couldn't help but stamp his foot in exasperation, and then urged anxiously:

"That damned Lionheart Prince is coming to annex our Mifra! If we let him continue like this, we're done for! We have to act immediately and capture him and that Ball of Yarn Society! Or even... just take him out directly!"

"..."

Take him out? If you go after him, won't I be the one who ultimately dies?

Faced with the head of the Shaman Society's urgings, the shocked "Princess Catherine" couldn't help but twitch her lips, feeling as if she were caught between two muscular men, unable to choose a side.

If I don't act against the Food God, given his speed and skill in causing trouble, the entire Witch Kingdom could be dragged into the [Bedtime Story] within just two days, and any attempts to eliminate the Food God would be completely thwarted.

But the story that's been set cannot be fundamentally altered. If I want to seize him, it would mean disrupting the established storyline, and I would become the one to resist the confines of [Bedtime Story], instead of the Food God.

And what's more fatal is, if to thwart the Food God, I unravel the Bedtime Story...

Recalling the subterranean Northern Kingdom, where entire families were crushed into pulp under mountains, dead and alive alternately, driven to surrender through torment, Trush couldn't help but shiver.

The damn big guy is in the library just a few streets away, less than a kilometer away from me! So once the Narration of Nonexistence's [Bedtime Story] pauses, he could be here to devour me alive in less than thirty seconds!

Isn't this a dead end?

"Your Highness?"

After waiting for a long time without a response, the head of the Shaman Society couldn't help but plead anxiously:

"Your Highness! Say something, Your Highness!"

"..."

It's not that I don't want to say something, it's just that I truly don't know what to say, just as I don't know how to free myself from the Food God's grasp... Is this going to end badly again?

Seeing the "Princess Catherine" whose face turned white, then red, then greenish blue to the point of almost turning black, the head of the Shaman Society gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Highness! As long as you say a word, I will immediately gather the people of the Shaman Society to take troops and capture him!"

Capture him? Can't be done! Don't have the ability, you know?

Seeing the head of the Shaman Society who still couldn't see the "situation" at this point, still intent on dealing with the Food God, Trush couldn't help but show a hint of pity in his eyes, and there was a touch of enlightenment in his gaze.

What grand ambitions of the Slaughter King Association, what lofty position of vice-president, what unfettered enjoyment of the beauty of the mortal world after expelling the clearance bureau... All of these are predicated on staying alive first!

The Food God is not even eighteen this year, hasn't been in the clearing bureau for a year, yet can crush three pillar-god-level terrestrial seedlings, what's he going to do when he's in his thirties or forties? Straight up ascending?

Based on the situation of three generations of directors of the clearing bureau, that guy will probably live to a hundred and fifty, at least another hundred and twenty years of causing trouble, even ten Slaughter King Associations wouldn't be enough for him to harm!

So what Narration of Nonexistence, what Omnia Cicada, what Crimson Overlord, what Azure Sleep... all garbage! You useless trash truths are not qualified to compare with my [Disaster Avoidance]!

I've figured it out, in the next hundred and twenty or thirty years, it's not about whose truth is stronger, but who the hell can survive the Food God's hunt!

...

"Forget it, don't bother with him anymore!"

In the dumbfounded gaze of the head of the Shaman Society, "Princess Catherine" seemed to have figured something out, and her entire demeanor suddenly softened, even exuding a faint "enlightened" aura akin to that of a monk.

"Let that Food... Lionheart Prince make a mess, it's fine."

"..."

What... it's fine being like this? Are you freaking crazy?

"Your Highness!"

"Alright, you may leave!"

Gesturing for the head of the Shaman Society to leave, "Princess Catherine" touched her trembling earrings and said with a look of calm:

"I'll go and consult with my mother, you go tend to other important matters first."

"The most important thing now is... Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Watching as "Princess Catherine" walked back to the inner courtyard without looking back, leaving him behind, the nearly furious head of the Shaman Society stomped his foot, then turned and headed toward the outer courtyard.

The Great Shaman King and Princess Catherine, it seems I can no longer count on them. Only I can stop the Lionheart Prince's ambitions now! Even if there will be repercussions later, or even war, I must protect this... What?

"Why are you here?"

Stepping into the outer courtyard and seeing two Shamans running up to greet him, the head of the Shaman Society frowned and asked:

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the society, ready to take over the city guard at any moment? Why did you come here?"

"President!"

The two Shamans looked anxious as they reported:

"Something happened! After the Lionheart Prince left the Society of Silver Philosophers, he brought those mediums from the Medium Society and blocked the entrance to our Shaman Society!"

"What! How dare he?"

Hearing this, the head of the Shaman Society was taken aback, then gritted his teeth and asked:

"How did you respond? Did you drive them away or directly repel them?"

"Well..."

Upon hearing the inquiry from their president, the two Shamans glanced at each other, then hesitantly replied:

"We told everyone not to go out and then ran out through the tunnel to inform you..."

"Useless!"

The head of the Shaman Society was furious hearing this.

"Didn't I say before, when I went to get the order from His Highness, if that damn Lionheart Prince dared to show up, don't engage in any bets, just drive him away?"

"President, it's not that we don't want to drive them away, it's just that we really can't..."

The older of the two Shamans explained bitterly:

"After the mediums from the Medium Society joined him, they rushed to the cemetery outside the city overnight and summoned the spirits of our deceased elders from the Realm of the Dead using secret techniques. Just as I led people near the front door and opened my mouth, I was immediately scolded back by my father."

"Ah?!!!"

"President, it's not just my dad, your father was summoned too, also your grandma, your aunt, your second aunt...

"What did you say?!!!"

"I mean... President, your elders were summoned back in the fullest."

Recalling the scene of ghosts floating all over, the elder Shaman said with a difficult-to-sustain expression:

"And they might not know you're not inside, trying to force you out of the society, revealing all your embarrassing secrets at the society's entrance. When the two of us escaped, they were already talking about how you wet the bed at fifteen."

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