Chapter 254: Maybe It’s Not Over

Chapter 254 “Maybe It’s Not Over”

Up until now, Duncan had comprehended the intricacies of the long-lost “Abyss Plan,” which had been concealed for fifty years. He understood its taboo nature and the reason even the instigators of the Frost Rebellion feared it – and rightfully so.

Despite unfolding in the real world, the situation escalated beyond its boundaries. An unknown terror lurked deep in the ocean, and ultimately, no one discovered its nature. People continued to lose their sanity, and the entire plan hastened as though plummeting into the abyss.

The never-ending descent, the increasingly unsettling atmosphere, and the Frost Queen’s almost autistic behavior in the later stages... Objectively, even Duncan would instinctively assume that Ray Nora, the original Frost Queen, had been manipulated and controlled by something, suspecting a conspiracy with subspace.

Under these conditions, it was worth noting that there were already adversaries of the Queen within Frost, and several city-states in the frigid sea held animosity towards her rule. Even if the northern situation was initially stable, it would eventually escalate over time.

Nonetheless, Tyrian consistently maintained that Ray Nora was never influenced by anything, and he firmly believed that the Frost Queen had been lucid until the end, always safeguarding the city-state.

Duncan couldn’t determine if Tyrian’s assessment was accurate, but he inclined to trust it because he, too, had seen the “Frost Queen” in historical fragments.

She had once calmly and logically asked him not to “tarnish history.”

At least from that single encounter, the Frost Queen of that era didn’t appear to be a horrifying madwoman under subspace’s control.

But because of this, Duncan’s curiosity grew. He couldn’t comprehend what motive would drive a lucid leader to make such extreme and autistic decisions, continuing to push forward the project at any cost despite knowing the issues with the Abyss Plan, and what reasoning led her to keep every secret to herself, not even confiding in her most trusted naval commander.

After extensive reflection, Duncan realized all questions ultimately converged on one issue: what “mystery” did the Frost Queen uncover in the ocean’s depths?

“...After the Frost Rebellion, did you ever return to that city-state?” Duncan raised his head and questioned Tyrian.

“No, Her Majesty Ray Nora commanded me to depart from Frost with my own direct troops. By then, the rebels had already conspired with other northern city-states, assembling an entire fleet in the open sea,” Tyrian’s tone grew especially somber, as he was clearly reluctant to discuss this past, “...But if I had defied her and remained, the Frostbite Kingdom would have retained a loyal force to the Queen, and those rebels could never have easily breached the port defenses...”

“Thus, subsequent generations have speculated that you took part in the rebellion. Some even claim that you deliberately allowed the rebels into the Frostbite Kingdom,” Duncan said, shaking his head, “Have you ever considered why the Frost Queen issued that order initially and whether she provided any further explanation to you?”

“...I’ve been perplexed by this for many years,” Tyrian confessed openly, “The Queen gave me no other directives, only to depart with my troops. I thought she might have intended to preserve a force for potential future retaliation, but... it didn’t add up. She prohibited us from returning to the city-state, and with the rebels in control, how could we exact revenge without going back?”

“No... no need,” Tyrian waved his hand with a somewhat odd expression, recalling the last scene he remembered before arriving here, the peculiar little girl, and the creature that flew in like a dog... Then suddenly realized, “Wait, I remember now, that wasn’t a dog, that was a dark hound!”

He looked at the mirror, his eyes filled with disbelief, “Is she also one of your subordinates now? An... Ender cultist?”

He seemed hesitant when uttering the words “Ender cultist,” clearly uncertain of Shirley’s true identity – after all, he had encountered beings like Enders before, but he had never seen one wielding a demonic pact weapon...

“She is indeed carrying out some tasks for me,” Duncan said with an enigmatic smile, “But if you have the chance to see her again, I suggest you avoid mentioning the term ‘Enders’ in her presence. She doesn’t appreciate it.”

Tyrian made a puzzled sound, then instinctively glanced around, his gaze eventually settling on Alice, who appeared to have begun daydreaming.

Alice quickly noticed and curiously looked at Tyrian, “Why are you looking at me?”

“Nothing,” Tyrian averted his gaze, his complex eyes concealing some indiscernible emotion. Finally, he looked at the mirror still ablaze with flames, asking somewhat hesitantly, “So, can I... leave now?”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Tyrian quickly waved his hand, “Ah... no, that’s not necessary...”

“Very well, I’ll arrange for my messenger to escort you...” Duncan in the mirror nodded, but suddenly, he furrowed his brow as if recalling something, “Wait, I just thought of something.”

Tyrian instinctively became a bit uneasy, “Something?”

“Strictly speaking, it’s two questions regarding one matter,” Duncan’s expression turned serious again as he fixed his gaze on Tyrian. “Do you recall what you mentioned earlier about several ‘clones’ of the Number Three submersible surfacing one after another?”

“Of course,” Tyrian nodded, “Including the first original and the subsequent six clones, a total of seven ‘Number Three submersibles’ surfaced.”

“I have two inquiries,” Duncan organized his thoughts and slowly began, “First, was the initial submersible that surfaced at that time... genuinely the original?

“Second, was the seventh submersible that surfaced truly empty inside?”