After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

"Swish~"

The starlight body, with a jet-black body filled with stars and white edges glowing faintly, flipped through the pages of the document, making a rustling sound.

Meanwhile, Mille Milyan was also examining notable information nearby... mainly the parts related to gods. He suddenly realized that there might be some clues related to the Calamity in the theocratic country's documents.

When Yila last came, bringing along the starlight body he called "The Out-of-Bounds Entity That Seeks Your Refuge," Mille Milyan was indeed startled, but he quickly discovered that the starlight body had no ill intentions.

In the past few days, the starlight body had been reading books here and occasionally asked him some questions.

Overall, it didn't feel much different from usual.

"Pope, you are a very great person."

The starlight body praised Mille. Watching Mille's confused expression, it continued, "Your views on gods and humans are very unique. The gods' moral perspectives are similar to those of mortals... if the world were to be destroyed, you could consider seeking refuge in the Star Realm."

Regarding the starlight body's words, Mille almost immediately shook his head in refusal. He smiled and said, "No need... because the world will definitely be saved, and it will surely be rescued."

Mille Milyan raised his head, looking up at the light shining through the stained glass windows, his voice filled with determination and conviction: "Every time I look up and try hard to seek divine insights... it's not for the purpose of escaping."

As he said this, Mille looked at the starlight body, which seemed contemplative. He said, "I spit blood, I faint, so that everyone can be saved. If only I or only the theocratic country escape… such a future could never exist."

Mille spoke these words with absolute determination, because this was not mere lip service...

If everyone could leave the Main Plane, Mille would be the one most determined to ensure "no one is left behind." Even if just one terminally ill old man could not escape successfully, he would never allow giving up.

Of course, Mille was not afflicted with a "Holy Mother" syndrome; he would not disrupt everyone's escape plan because of this... he would only give up his own place for the old man, because he was Mille Milyan, nothing more.

...

The starlight body looked at him seriously, then nodded and did not discuss the matter any further... it seemed to feel a stirring in its heart, beginning to realize that mortals might be as great as the gods.

Mille's actions vividly illustrated her beliefs...

The gods gave up their hope of living for the sake of the world itself, and the greatness of Mille in this regard had definitely reached the level of the gods... the starlight body believed it could not achieve this itself.

To approach the gods, to inherit their will, to demonstrate nobility.

The starlight body felt it had no connection with these things, but it still wanted to try... even if just for a moment, it wanted to become such an existence.

"If you need my help, just tell me."

"Hmm? Oh... thank you, starlight body."

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Contrary to many people's imagination, the division of the Main Material Plane, the planes, and the half-planes was based on their subsidiary and familial relationships rather than the actual size of the specific worlds.

The Main Material Plane was considered the Main Material Plane precisely because the existence of things like the half-planes depended on the continued existence of the Main Material Plane.

Whether it was the Traveling Merchant's wagon, which seemed much larger inside than outside, the special plane where the Three Towers stood, or the half-plane prison under the Demon King Castle... they were all types of half-planes.

In other words...

"Cough... cough... if you choose to escape to a half-plane... cough... cough... when the main plane is destroyed, the half-plane will collapse as well... known planes have many that are unsuitable for relocating the world."

Qiara Rudnev said this while coughing, flipping through the data in her hands, "There are not many suitable worlds to choose from, cough... cough... those that can barely support large or numerous portals are just..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

...

"Qiara, are you really okay?"

Vera asked worriedly, watching Qiara coughing non-stop. "Although your complexion is a bit better than when we were in school, what exactly is wrong? If it's some strange illness, Yila should be able to help, right?"

In response to Vera's words and the other students' concerned gazes, Qiara, like always, tapped Vera's head with the rolled-up documents in her hand.

"I've told you many times, my throat just doesn't feel well."

Indeed, this was how Qiara always answered when asked and how she had brushed off many questions from Yila... her physical condition remained a mystery to this day.

But no matter how one thought about it, it was hard to believe Qiara's throat issue was merely a simple discomfort.

After all, no "throat discomfort" would last for so many years, moreover... when Yila asked if her "illness was getting better," she would respond with phrases like "much better."

Yet in this matter, Qiara Rudnev was far more stubborn than one could imagine.

Whatever her students tried to persuade her with, she sternly dismissed their concerns... almost always tapping their heads with rolled-up papers, leaving the matter unresolved.

The work now was indeed very busy, not a time for constant interruptions.

However, as everyone resumed their tasks, while they continued to vet suitable worlds for mass evacuation, a familiar voice appeared behind Vera—

"Qiara... it's best not to push yourself too hard. Now, you're the principal of the White Tower, you know~"

Unbeknownst to when, Yila had suddenly appeared in the room, holding a large roll of parchment, much like Qiara. He said, "If you can guarantee 'there is no problem,' then it's fine."

In other words, Yila was reminding Qiara that if she collapsed due to her physical condition, it would not just be her issue... she had to consider everyone.

Although this was just Yila's way of speaking, he was genuinely concerned about his teacher's health. Undoubtedly, Qiara did buy into this approach.

...

It was evident that Qiara fell silent...

Then she shook her head, sighed lightly, and finally began to reveal the secret she had hidden for countless years. One phrase in, and Yila already sensed something—

"Well, actually... I've been troubled by a noise so much that it hurts my head... that's why I cough..."