Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 566.1: The Savior’s Scheme (1)

Glorious golden rays suffused the room.

Before the scepter, a young man wrapped in light locked eyes with another black-haired man. Neither of them looked surprised by the situation at all.

The Kingmaker and the Savior.

Two of the three people who held the greatest influence in the current era were gathered here today, but the scariest thing of all was that their meeting wasn’t a coincidence but a planned event.

What was my ancestor’s choice?

This was the one thing Roel had been trying to uncover throughout the Witness State, for it would spell the difference between success and failure. Two days ago, he collated all of the information he had gathered and came to a conclusion.

The original Kingmaker had been the Savior’s ally all along. In other words, he had betrayed the Mother Goddess, leading to Her eventual defeat.

It was not just once or twice that Roel had wondered why the Mother Goddess had shown such extreme animosity toward him in the real world even though he was the Kingmaker too. In fact, She was the one who had sent Shrouding Fog after him.

The answer was right here.

The Mother Goddess hated the Kingmaker because that was the child She had cared dearly for, only to be backstabbed by them at a crucial moment. There was no greater destructive force in this world than love turned into hatred. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

Roel had been constantly questioning the original Kingmaker’s stance ever since he entered the Witness State, and his initial deduction was that the latter had a neutral stance that was slightly more favorable toward the Savior. However, his confidence in that deduction had wavered over time.

He was certain that the Death God had truly intended to take his life, but the resulting outcome showed that everything had been nothing more than an elaborate ruse.

The angels who intended to fetch Roel to safety were pawns. The Death God who had risked his life to assassinate Roel was a pawn. Even the Savior’s soldiers who had recently died on the battlefield were nothing but pawns.

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