After carefully listening to Atifei-01’s account, Prince Andre nodded and then smiled as he replied:
"According to the Slaughter King Association, this Scorpio Branch Chief’s level, while not yet at the Pillar God level, is not far off. In terms from the Clean-up Bureau, it’s around the level of 70 Leon Value.
And the materials you have at hand are merely the flesh and blood of ordinary True Gods who died long ago. Not only do they differ greatly from the human body, but the best quality only just broke the level of 60 Leon Value. It’s not your fault that they can’t fully compensate."
Prince Andre today... is he being too easy-going?
Seeing that after hearing about the actual situation with the Scorpio Bureau Chief’s body, Andre’s attitude remained good, even taking the initiative to excuse her, left Atifei-01 feeling uneasy.
A kind of instinct different from synthetic inference, a human brain leftover, was frantically warning her that if she doesn’t break this abnormality, what awaits her might not be something good.
"In fact, there are also some defects with his soul."
Unconsciously clenching her fists, Atifei-01 calmly said:
"As you know, the strength of his soul is fundamentally different from all previous experimental materials, and my Soul Encoding Technology still cannot perfectly parse a soul of such power.
So, just like his body, if Leon truly forces him to his limits or causes him excessive stimulation, his soul might break through the control of the Soul Code."
"Hmm, you mentioned this before."
Nodding again, Prince Andre replied calmly:
"I remember you proposed a solution, didn’t you? If his soul shows signs of breaking through control, immediately disrupt the Soul Code yourself, putting him into a 24-hour slumber, and only reawaken him once his soul stabilizes...
Has something gone wrong with this added safety valve?"
"Not really with this..."
"Then there’s nothing to worry about."
Smiling at Atifei-01, Prince Andre said:
"Since you’ve done your best, whatever the outcome, I won’t blame you... Oh, right."
As he reached this point, Prince Andre seemed to remember something and curiously asked the somewhat uneasy Atifei-01:
"You’ve always been using synthetic computing to calculate the probability of my ultimate victory, right? What’s the probability now?"
"Uh... about sixty-four percent."
Feeling a chill down her spine, Atifei-01 instinctively took half a step back, then explained:
"Previously, it was seventy-three, but that Leon Prince is stronger than I originally assessed, along with the Scorpio Bureau Chief’s poor condition, so your success rate dropped a bit, but it’s still about sixty percent, higher than that of Leon Prince."
Nodding indifferently, Prince Andre smiled.
"I trust the probabilities you calculate, but whether the change from seventy-three to sixty-four is due to the Scorpio Bureau Chief’s poor condition or because you’re preparing to completely align with Leon Prince?"
Startled by Andre’s question, Atifei-01 instinctively retorted with a smile:
"My dear Andre, your aunt loves you very much; why would you have such strange thoughts? You..."
"Don’t worry, I don’t mean to blame you."
Interrupting Atifei-01, Prince Andre smiled and said nonchalantly:
"Though you don’t have good intentions, your dealings with him were actually tacitly approved by me; otherwise, I would’ve used the Scepter of Time Division to simply order you not to interact with him, right?"
In Atifei-01’s uncertain expression, Prince Andre moved to a corner of the room, took an easel out of the cabinet, and started drawing on it. As he calmly pursued his inquiry:
"I did consider you might collaborate with him, after all, I’ve indeed kept you locked up for many years, so it’s normal for you to harbor resentment towards me; wishing to partner with others to overturn me is even more reasonable.
Yet, from some details within your ’collaboration,’ it seems he is the mastermind behind the plan, and you appear to be completely subservient, just following his lead from start to finish, so..."
After a few strokes on the old canvas pinned to the drawing board, Prince Andre raised his head with curiosity and asked:
"Aunt Atifie, do you have some leverage over you?"
Looking into Andre’s curious eyes, Atifei-01 suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
The "leverage" held against her is the truth from back in those days, and what’s even more damning is that, as Leon pointed out, she wasn’t completely innocent in those past events either.
Feiliya and Andre’s "illness" was real, but besides sacrificing Feiliya, another solution existed, which was to periodically destroy the unused parts of their brains, mimicking an ordinary person’s brain.
This procedure, while painful, accompanied by unpredictable memory loss and intermittent bodily coordination issues, could result in long-term aftereffects, possibly persisting until their thirties or beyond, or even for life, but indeed could save both children.
However, she didn’t want Feiliya’s extraordinary talent to go to waste, so she intentionally moved scholars capable of proposing and executing this plan more than a year in advance, forcing Fein to proceed with "choosing one of two," ultimately turning Feiliya into Atifei-01.
If Andre knew about this...
"It seems to be something you can’t tell me."
Staring into Atifei’s eyes and finding a certain resolution within them, Prince Andre paused his drawing pen and frowned slightly, troubled.
"Your expression tells me that if I were to push you for an answer with the Scepter of Time Division, you’d rather breach the Soul Code rule and get temporarily ’shut down’ for defying my orders than tell me."
Taking a deep breath, Atifei-01’s expression calmed, then she smiled at Andre and said:
"Andre, every person has secrets they don’t want others to know. Learning to avoid these things is an unspoken rule among adults. Not probing into others’ secrets is beneficial for you, me, and everyone."
Hearing Atifei’s words, Andre chuckled lightly and couldn’t help but remark:
"How interesting, father mentioned that you always despised such ’unscientific’ matters like interpersonal relationships, yet here you are saying such things."
"Alright, since you don’t want to tell, I’ll just guess myself."
Bowing his head, he sketched a few strokes, capturing Atifei-01’s silhouette in the corner of the canvas. Then, in Atifei-01’s rather troubled expression, Prince Andre, without lifting his head, said:
"Aunt Atifie, what you prefer to trigger the Soul Code to be forcibly shut down rather than tell me, isn’t about my and Feiliya’s ’choose one of two’ back then, is it?"