Chapter 1855: and translation of chapter title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines, using exact

NO. 470: There are still pleasant moments of rest.

A traitor who destroys all your foundations, steals your most cherished treasure, and secretly swaps the other two runs up to you shamelessly and says, "I've come to negotiate terms with you."

What would your reaction be?

It would probably be fury.

Or perhaps you'd laugh angrily.

Even if you could suppress the urge to abuse and kill with extraordinary rationality, you'd still inevitably let out a few scoffs of mockery, right?

Even the witch beast could barely keep composure upon hearing the partner's words, and in the data space audible only to Aomo's true form, similar questions like "Partner, are you awake?" kept echoing.

But the person involved, the high priestess who still allows the legion behind her to continue manifesting while restraining them from acting directly, displayed astonishing calm.

"Negotiate terms? Go ahead, I'm listening."

"You should know I've made contact with the Heaven's Gate City police, and through that I've cleared my name; now I'm not only a legal citizen of the Federation, but also a hero widely reported by Heaven's Gate City's media…"

"Is this a provocation?" The high priestess's brow finally twitched slightly.

"Please hear me out, or you should realize that I now have the conditions to cooperate with Aomo Lindun."

"Wasn't it cooperation from the very start?" the high priestess retorted; noticing that the tension was finally as it should be, the Digimon beside and behind her each began preparing, clenching their fists.

"Aomo Lindun, that's you, right? Are you a disguise, a clone, or a puppet, trying to fool me again? You're truly evil."

"I agree that Aomo Lindun is evil, after all he really intends to abandon me."

"At this critical juncture, you still want to keep acting?"

"This is the precondition for creating an opportunity, Your High Priestess." Zerostar, amid weak trembling and eye twitches, struggled to maintain a neither humble nor arrogant demeanor.

But that was clearly not due to being overwhelmed by the Demon King's army's aura.

This caused the high priestess's gaze to drift from the golden patterns on his face to the blood‑stained dragon horns on his forehead.

Surely even veteran beast tamers know a thing or two about dulling pain or physically severing nerves, yet you insist on pretending to be in this much agony?

The high priestess felt that stating this fact was just a waste of time; without condemning Haki Aomo, she merely prepared to have the encirclement net—such that even if Aomo Lindun himself arrived, one could still summon the Royal Knights to have a chance to break through—woven immediately.

But hearing the other party suddenly speed up his speech, he said: "I am willing to offer the investigation plan and whereabouts of the Digimon organization that Aomo Lindun cooperates with as a token of allegiance, just as Belphemon was struck down by a surprise attack—you too can do something similar!"

"Stop." Those words made her raise her hand, halting the Digimon horde's movements.

"Do you think I and my allies are afraid of those self‑righteous folks?"

"I think we always need to erase some key combat power."

"I'll give you a chance to think of other conditions." The high priestess looked at his eyes, which usually don't speak, with composed ease.

At that moment, his eyes turned into amber‑colored dragon pupils, the trembling irises filled with barely concealed urgency.

It also caused her gaze to descend from above, finally leaking a few strands of irrepressible glee.

"It's not because your earlier words had an effect; I just want to see how else you can prove your worth."

"Even if you know my current draconification is hard to reverse, that I could at any moment become a vessel for the Star‑Eater, and am more likely to collapse on the spot, you still refuse to believe me?"

"No." The high priestess smiled.

"By now, truth and falsehood no longer matter."

"I only want to watch you die miserably, and any value you could create is utterly worthless to us!"

"Really?" Zerostar frowned. "You truly don't need the intelligence from Aomo Lindun and his group? Their grasp on your plan is just as certain as yours!"

"Then how do you know that?"

"Wanting to survive, of course I need to know! Gadoll's erosion blankets everything related to me on the informational level—whether soul transfer or mental duplication, all get infected! Even Aomo Lindun and his lot can't do anything about it! They won't even contact the Beast King for me! You…"

"You must not directly utter my lord's name!!"

"……" Zerostar seemed stunned by that sudden, violent outburst, his wide dragon eyes staring at the opposite party, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping then wanting again, "Alright, I apologize—I won't mention your faith—and I only ask, High Priestess, do you have a way?"

Clearly a question, yet he quickly spoke again as if he didn't want to hear an answer: "Or are you saying you'd rather vent your anger and discard this readily available aid of mine?"

"I have confidence, High Priestess! I can let you reap again all that you once had—just give me one chance!"

"All right." The high priestess said, raising her hand to draw an alloy sword from mid‑air and flinging it in a vicious throw straight at the opponent's brow.

But the claw, scaled in dragon‑hide, gripped the blade; the tip stopped half an inch from the brow, and the keen wind before the edge resonated with the forehead forged of dragon scale and keratin, emitting a dull thud.

Zerostar stared at the alloy sword, then turned his gaze to the high priestess, his eyes showing some incomprehension, yet he saw her calmly pull out a recording terminal and say to him: "First torture yourself with this sword, show remorse and sincerity in whatever way you can think of—only then might I consider cooperating with you."

"... Does that mean you still haven't made a decision and just want to torment me?"

"I wouldn't advise you to understand it that way, but if you insist on seeing it like that…" the high priestess cheerfully waved her hand, "then nobody will have any objections."

"I understand, High Priestess."

The one seeking help is inevitably at a disadvantage and must show greater sincerity, but if you maintain this attitude, though our mutual destruction would be a minor trouble, losing the opportunity that could greatly aid you, the other priests, and your Digimon allies means you bear no responsibility at all?

"You're still threatening me? You dare to threaten me?!"

Women whose demeanor matches the word "unpredictable" are rare, and the high priestess is one; her ferocious grin almost instantly caused the legion to press forward, and Zerostar transformed into a massive three‑headed golden dragon, its gravitational beam first slicing a line ahead of him before shooting upward.

Middle head: "This isn't a threat, it's counsel! If you still have a chance, you ought to consider the bigger picture!"

Left head: "We're both down on our luck; even if we were to settle scores, it should wait for later—do you truly believe the Light Beast would treat you as an equal?"

Right head: "……"

The Digimon surged forward, the leader even using data decompression to become a tens‑meter‑tall giant, leveraging its balanced physique; just as the horde was about to engulf the Beast King Gadoll, the high priestess, hovering above the rear of the wave and gazing at the scene, coldly said: "Such things don't require your worry."

"Then I really won't worry."

"……" Amid the noisy clamor of the beast‑crowd collisions, the faint words swallowed by the din were still caught by the high priestess's ears; she frowned, sensing something off but unsure whether it was pretense or whether she should intervene—when a deep, muffled boom rang out!

It came from the very front of the beast horde.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"How did you crash into it?!"

"Where's that guy?!"

"He must have shrunk! I've seen this tactic before!"

"I can't see! Did you scan?!!"

"No, there are traces of external development… that guy has backup!"

"Trace it! Dare to mess with me! Can you track the location?!"

"……" The frontline's clamor merged into a din, and the high priest's face turned ashen, realizing that his hesitation had likely missed a good opportunity.

That guy……

"That's right, thanks for the new information; I believe Mr. Lindun will be very satisfied."

Once more, a faint voice seemed to come from her side, prompting her to instinctively swing her hand, slicing out a beam of light to pierce it, but she only saw the shattered fragments fall into the halted beast tide below.

Portable recording…… that……

That……

"That damned thing!!!!!"

That unrestrained howl echoed through the chaos vortex, truly a joke that satisfied the demon.

(End of chapter)