Chapter 197 CH 176: I AM NOT SHEHERAZADE

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Sitting alone on the patio, Sol could only eat leisurely while thinking about what happened a few moments ago.

After Nefertiti left, ‘Sheherazade’ had expressed her desire to discuss with him about something important. He wasn’t sure what it would be about, but he could venture some guesses easily.

In the end, he had no reason to refuse and so decided to wait for her. It was then that she asked him to join her tonight on the roof where the two of them first met. Then, she stood up and left in a hurry.

Meow!

When he was about to finish a dish made out of meat he knew nothing about but surprisingly tasted like chicken, the low cry of a cat startled him as he remembered that there was a little one he forgot about.

Putting his attention on the cat that was crouching in the cage and looking longingly at the meat on his fork, Sol hesitated a short while before asking,

“Hungry?”

He had only asked this question out of habit, not expecting any kind of response. Which was why he was surprised when the cat nodded at his question.

“Heh.”

Of course, his surprise did not last for long. Since it was a magical beast, possessing a certain level of intelligence was not surprising. When magical beasts reached a certain level, obtaining a level of intelligence equal or even superior to a normal human was a given. White Sparrow was a perfect example.

“Do you want to get out?”

Now that he knew that the cat was intelligent, Sol felt a little uncomfortable letting it stay in the cage.

The cat looked at him curiously before tilting its head.

‘It seems like the level of its intelligence is still quite limited.’

Even so, he could feel a high concentration of mana in the body of the cat. This showed that this cat was quite a high-ranked magical beast.

“Whether you stay or run, the choice is yours.”

In the end, he decided to leave it to fate.

Sol shrugged and opened the cage. He honestly didn’t care if the cat stayed or left. In the first place, he wouldn’t have known about its existence if Nent had decided to not inform him.

Back at home, he already had two magical beasts – his nightmare horse, and wyvern. Although their level wasn’t high and they had relatively low intelligence, he liked them quite a bit.

Looking at the opening in the cage. The cat seemed to hesitate a little before it stood up and stretched in the haughty way only a cat seemed to be able to, then walked calmly out the cage and jumped onto Sol’s lap.

“I guess you choose to stay.”

All he received as an answer was a small meowl, bringing a smile to his face.

He tore a part of the meat and gave it to the cat that happily ate it. Once the plate was swiped clean, Sol closed his eyes and began to pet the cat on his lap.

'Sheherazade' nodded at Sol's answer. She wasn't very well versed in politics. Even though the Kingdom of the Dead had a complete hierarchy with nobles and whatnot, there were no political struggles to speak of.

Low-level undead obeyed high-level ones and high-level ones obeyed even higher-level undead. It continued until reaching her father who had absolute and complete control over all of them. Such was the absolute hierarchy of the place for the dead.

Still, she understood that in normal politics, exchange of favors was one of the most basic actions.

This was one of the reasons she loved the underworld even though it was quite a boring place.

For Isis, the world of the dead was the perfect world. No pain, no suffering, no oppression nor discrimination. Everything was perfectly structured.

"I don't want to seem like I am in a hurry, but, why did you call me here?"

He already had an inkling, but he did not wish to be the first one to speak about this.

'Sheherazade', whose thoughts were beginning to wander, was startled out and blushed a little.

Taking a deep breath, she muttered,

"Sheherazade, come out."

A dim green light surrounded 'Sheherazade' for a short while before it vanished and was replaced by a fairly wearing green robe.

The moment that fairy appeared, the aura of 'Sheherazade' went through a startling change as a deep energy of death and life mixed to form a perfect cycle.

"You may have guessed it already, but I am not Sheherazade."

'No shit, Sherlock.'

"It might shock you, but—My name is Isis, daughter of Nephthys."

She introduced herself in a solemn way while observing Sol's expression.

Sol meanwhile was facing quite a difficult situation and his thoughts were flying at lightning speed.

He could already guess that this reveal was something important to Isis.

The problem was...he had already long guessed it.

What was he supposed to do now?

'Should I show a moderately shocked expression? Or give an exaggerated reaction? Or should I just keep a stoic face?'

This was quite the conundrum. In the end, he settled for the simplest answer.

"Well...I already knew about that."

At that moment, Sol wished he had a camera or a phone in his hands.

The expression Isis showed was a sight to behold, something he would never be able to forget.