"Clearly, you're accessing that I'd have no reason to make such a lie. Even so, let's begin. If your reality aligns with mine, your first successful experiment was likely at fourteen. Construct. Silly little thing. You've never read the Odyssey though you have cited it at numerous partiers to make yourself sound smarter in front of nobles. Of course, we really didn't have to. You also have a scar right on your-
Ivy went silent for a moment as her hand reached for the woman's rear and squeezed it. "Mostly healed tissue. Barely noticeable. Dare I say how you got it?"
She took another appreciative squeeze of her own ass while staring at herself. "Naturally, these are things not even the likes of Azwel could possibly know. It can only be concluded by empirical evidence that at least to some extent, I cannot be a fabrication. Thus, we can assume some constants must remain true. Since we exist and thus possess the cursed blood, De Leon must by nature exist and corrupted by the blade. However, as painfully as you likely discovered, simply beating him to death will only have father reform later. Thus, looking at it logically we could use his own lust for soul edge for him to consume shards from other dimensions. He will never share power with anyone. Not even himself. Once caught between worlds....and with some eventual planning the timelines can be done to ensure he won't reform at the point we've slain him the first time if that soul edge of his earth is destroyed. Of course....all this is easierr said than done. But naturally, at least a few hundred of us must be up to the same thing. Besides, the other rewards are quite lovely."
