Chapter 479 Memory Wipe

Nial had a hard time controlling himself. He didn't want to leave behind any traces after his job was done in the Otherwordly residency.

That was also why he ended up diverting his focus onto the blood that trickled down his palms.

'Calm down…I can still kill him after everything is over…'

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Nial tried to ease the tension of his body and change his train of thought but that was easier said than done. Focusing on his blood that sprinkled on the wooden floor was the only way to do so.

He ended up using his crimson moonlight to devour the blood that seeped inside the wooden floor. Nial shrouded his hand in crimson moonlight as well, catching the bits of blood that trickled down his hands before they could turn into pieces of evidence.

"Is that everything you have to say? Are you that dumb or does nobody trust you, not even other Linaton?" Nial finally asked after listening to Baron Iglanon for quite a while.

He finally calmed down a little and regained his senses. The dark energy that circulated through his brain had been pulled back inside his Heart of Darkness where it was sealed tightly.

Nial didn't really want to think about it, but it was quite troublesome that his dark energy had influenced him once again, even if it was just a little bit.

'Damian doesn't want to resurrect but the dark energy wants to get him back…or change me until my personality fits the dark energy better…did Damian have problems with the Dark energy as well, or is that just a problem I have to face?'

Based on his experiences, it was quite easy to tell that Damian was actually tired of living. Even the last remnants of his consciousness that had been sealed in his Godly fragment had sounded rather tired whenever he had encountered the Late God of Darkness.

It was not as if Nial had encountered Damian often but that was not necessary for him to conclude that the Late God of Darkness was a good person and that his image in the vast known Universe was a stark contrast to the person he had gotten to know.

This was one of the reasons why Nial had begun to believe that Damian had also been under the influence of dark energy.

Whenever Damian was angry, his anger would get influenced and more negative emotions would resurrect from the depths of his subconscious thanks to the dark energy. Following that, the obliteration of several races would take place, all thanks to the influence of dark energy and bits of intrusive thoughts. Afterward, everything would spiral downward, all hell would break loose and Damian would go on a killing spree, whether he wanted to or not.

The opportunity to change his fate would have long since ended and no redemption would be given to the God of Darkness.

That was what Nial imagined to have happened to Damian, though he had yet to receive more memories from him.

In fact, it had been quite a while since Nial was given an opportunity to take a look at the Late God of Darkness' memories!

"I told you everything I know…" Baron Iglanon's frightened voice reached Nial's ears, bringing him back to reality. He shook his head once and let out a sigh.

"Are the other Ambassadors of the Linaton as oblivious as you, or do they know more?" Nial asked, trying to gather his thoughts once again.

After he was influenced by the dark energy it was somewhat difficult for him to get back into interrogation mode. It was frustrating but the distraction, even if it had only been temporary, had been more than enough to calm down and to forget whether all of his questions had been answered or not.

"No…" Baron Iglanon answered in a low voice, honestly once again. There was no heart-wrenching pain in his chest or the feeling of a blazing pole being pierced into his brain.

Afterward, Nial repeated a few questions to make sure that the answers would be exactly the same and that he wasn't missing out on anything important.

"Forget that this Interrogation ever happened, that you had guests just now, and that someone played with your mind. If someone asks whether you met one of us today, you will say that you went to sleep after your little female friend left your office.

Forget our faces, voices, mana fluctuations, and anything even remotely related to the last 30 minutes!" Nial ordered using Dominion which was reinforced by the crimson moonlight and dark energy.

Afterward, Nial used Dominion to remove the earlier alterations he had done to Baron Iglanon and he moved his hand over the Baron's head.

"You will feel sleepy and stay asleep for the next few hours!"

The Baron's eyes closed afterward and it took him a tremendous effort to open them just a little bit and to get going. He trotted back to his office, and tripped over his feet several times before he somehow reached his office, and slumped on the couch. Baron Iglanon fell asleep on the couch the moment his head hit the soft cushioning.

"Let's move everything to how it had been, remove our scent, and mana fluctuations and ensure that we don't leave even a shred of evidence behind," Nial merely said and they left just minutes later.

Once all of them were outside, Nial fixed the runic armaments within the living room and he released his range of perception to find a bunch of people.

"I will wipe the memories of the two secretaries and the maid before we leave," He quickly said, while being prepared to take action against the surveillance cameras that may or may not get a good picture of them or the people all around them.

When they had entered the Otherworldly Residency not too long ago, Nial had ensured that nobody would see, or remember them. That was what he did while leaving too and made a few memory wipes as an extra precaution.

They didn't want even a single soul to remember what happened in the last 30 minutes, after all!

Nial wanted to raid the laboratory first, get his hands on some information and then take care of the Linaton…and then he would have to pick a fight with the government…or at least complain loud enough to make it impossible for them to keep silent.

'You greedy bastards were silent long enough…I cannot believe that you guys sacrificed your own kind for the greater good, just to prevent a tiny war from breaking out… I should really wipe out the government as well…' Nial thought before he actually noticed what his subconscious had just proposed to him.

'Wipe out the government? What the…calm down…'

Once they were outside the Otherworldly residency, Melheim threw a fit. He was raging like a little kid who was throwing a tantrum because his favorite toy was confiscated.

The visualization was enough to plant a small smile on Nial's face, and he forgot about the intrusive thoughts his mind harbored deep inside him.

"I know how you feel, but we cannot get rid of the Linaton Ambassadors, not yet…" Nial said after a while. He led the others inside a restaurant to eat their fill and to calm down from the shocking information they had procured thanks to the interrogation.

The Oracle was mostly silent, Ryu chirped happily as always, while Melheim was still fuming in anger.

"I really don't know how nobody noticed that something is fishy with the Linaton… it was not even difficult for me to find all, or more likely, most victims of their scheming…neither the government nor any of the other big organizations seem to notice that anything is off…that's too weird!!"

Nial was glad that Melheim acted like this. It showed him that he made the right choice when accepting Melheim, whether it was as a mascot to increase the members of his organizations or because he was just a good-hearted, middle-aged man.

"Maybe they chose not to see it rather than not being able to see it? It might not be worth it for them, or they might gain more from not looking at the Linaton's scheming," Nial replied. He had thought about this answer for a few times already.

Unfortunately, it didn't really make him any happier. On the contrary, the answer was saddening and not something he wished to know the truth about.

He was just making theories but the probability of his theories being right was too high not to consider them highly likely…

"But why?" Melheim asked, even though he knew the answer deep down.

"...Because it is easier."