Chapter 307: The Moment the Dream Awakens

The absurd days seemed to settle everything into calm, but left behind undeniable traces.

Such as documents and contracts.

The civil department of Huicheng followed an "archival management" approach, typically filing records without reviewing them.

They only recorded major events—births, deaths, marriages, divorces—and made slight notes on social relationships.

"Their archive room seems to have exploded outright; corridors are piled with new documents."

Heaven knows how they felt waking up to see such a surge of paperwork.

In fact, just seeing the "adoption document" of their own kingdom's Princess might have caused an instant explosion.

"I heard it was the Princess and a knight—turns out it's daughter and adoptive father. Big shots really know how to play."

"Uh, am I doomed now? Knowing this? I'm definitely finished."

Probably, before receiving the Princess's "pardon," they spent the entire morning in anxious uncertainty.

The revelry had ended, but the traces remained—records, contracts, agreements—none erased. The noblewoman who had married seventeen times in one joyful day now endured a joyful yet brutal war of accusations.

Fortunately, the royal spies swiftly took over the archival department and preserved all "records." It seems "recording" is also one of this deity's duties; the records were kept remarkably intact, even faintly imbued with divine power.

Priests have already verified these are indeed "supernatural scrolls."

Their power is weak—merely enough to make the parties recall memories of the contract's signing when they read its contents.

This may well be why Princess Dainya is destroying each "evidence" one by one.

"The currently confirmed deity likely holds domains of 'Festivity,' 'Recording,' and 'Entertainment' (possibly card games or board games). He appears to be an orderly, benevolent deity."

This was the intelligence officers' assessment. If one must find the sole victor amid this chaos, it is surely the royal spies.

Too many once-secret, priceless pieces of information suddenly became stable documents—merely filing them granted access. Without written records, no one would have imagined a certain Marquis had a hobby: performing fiery cross-dressing songs like a castrato.

He even signed a performance contract with an inn, planning long-term shows.

And he is the father of seven sons and five daughters; his eldest son already has grandchildren.

He—she—left behind a promotional poster, apparently painted by the Marquis's personal artist.

The painting was utterly horrifying: a half-naked female dancer with a beer belly and beard, butterflies painted across his belly, the scene grotesquely lurid.

"This Marquis… wasn't he famous as an old gentleman? Supposedly a moral paragon?"

"Looks like he repressed himself too long."

Some "dreams" cannot be realized—for good reason.

When a person pursues dreams without limits or hesitation—or fulfills desires outright—they may easily destroy their former life.

"Incriminating evidence. So much incriminating evidence."

Professional spies immediately recognized the value of these items and mobilized fully, scrambling to collect every "evidence."

Clearly, the person behind the spies—the local controller, Dainya—struck a major haul.

Once the intelligence was organized, she would gain numerous "levers," greatly aiding her control over the city. Though it was awkward to feast on her own scandal, it conveniently helped her destroy evidence fastest.

As the documents were torn into shreds and burned before their eyes, both exhaled in relief.

"Aaaah, our marriage registration form!" Sallyman suddenly shrieked from behind, as the maid whispered to her.

It seemed that, given her rank in the intelligence system, she had received the news too.

As Li En turned around, "SheShe" had curled into a writhing ball on the sofa, seemingly too terrified to look at him.

It seemed that for her, some things were still too soon.

"Let's return to serious matters. What happened these past three days? A miracle. Yes, a miracle."

Li En considered it—this opportunity could not be missed.

The Church of the True God meant nothing without proof; Li En himself had no confidence the "Shepherd" could acquire divine power. But the True God's miracles were leverage to attract attention and followers.

Demonic gods often fail to gain faith and trust precisely because they cannot produce "miracles."

Since the "vanished three days" had already occurred, treat them as a miracle—as the miraculous intervention of a newly born benevolent deity in Huicheng.