Chapter 2321: Years Historian

"Given your knowledge, Your Majesty, you must have heard of various miraculous skills across the myriad realms, right?" Zu An asked.

"Naturally," the Demon Lord said, chin raised with an arrogant expression, before frowning slightly. "Why do you ask?"

"There's a problem now. I clearly didn't kill Steward Pi, and the Great Elder of the True Demon clan, along with many other clansmen, actually know this. But now they are all saying in unison that I killed Steward Pi..." Zu An's expression was grim.

"Are you saying they're framing you?" the Demon Lord asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"No," Zu An shook his head. "I can tell they genuinely believe it. And it's not just them; even my close maids believe I killed Steward Pi. Is there some skill in this world that can alter the memories of living beings?"

"That's utter nonsense, how could there be such a thing in this world..." The Demon Lord, initially impatient, suddenly paused mid-sentence as if struck by a thought. He fell silent, his expression shifting, clearly deep in thought.

Seeing his reaction, Zu An breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed his guess was indeed correct.

After a moment, the Demon Lord raised his head and looked at Zu An with interest. "You truly surprise me, to be able to come up with such an excuse to clear your name."

Zu An replied, "It's not an excuse; it's the truth. I'm sure with Your Majesty's wisdom, you've already figured out who is behind this, right?"

"There is indeed a type of profession across the myriad realms that can do this, and coincidentally, there's one right here in this dungeon," the Demon Lord paused, then stared at Zu An again. "However, such a skill modifies everyone's perception. Why are you the sole exception?"

Zu An's heart skipped a beat. This was indeed a source of his confusion. He had initially thought such a skill wouldn't affect the victim, so he hadn't dwelled on it. But now, according to the Demon Lord, he, too, should theoretically believe he had killed Steward Pi. Could it be because he wasn't a true demon that he wasn't affected?

He reacted quickly, hurriedly replying, "I don't know either. Perhaps there's a flaw in their skill that I just happened to encounter."

The Demon Lord eyed him suspiciously but didn't press the matter. "The possibility you mentioned does exist. However, we can't rule out that you truly did kill Pi Yanyang. So, tell me everything that happened today in detail; don't omit any specifics."

"Yes..." Zu An then recounted everything that had happened, from start to finish. During his narration, the Demon Lord incessantly questioned him, often pressing him repeatedly on a single detail after a short pause. With his unique intimidating presence, any lies would surely not escape his notice.

However, Zu An's current state of mind naturally wasn't intimidated by the other party's authority, especially since he wasn't lying about this matter.

After listening, the Demon Lord then focused on asking about the exact timestamps for the conclusion of each event. The more detailed his questions, the more reassured Zu An felt, as this proved the other party genuinely believed his words.

Moreover, while that mysterious entity could alter everyone's memories, if its existence was known, a flaw would emerge: the timelines wouldn't match.

When Steward Pi died, he was riding a flying eagle back to his dwelling. Many demons must have seen him along the way, so it wouldn't be difficult to verify if someone intended to investigate.

"I've heard what you said. Go back and wait for news. For the time being, you are not permitted to leave without authorization, and you must be available for questioning at any time." The Demon Lord waved his hand, signaling him to withdraw.

Zu An noticed the Demon Lord's solemn expression; he seemed to be in no mood for further conversation.

He couldn't help but wonder, did that mysterious entity make the Demon Lord so wary?

He had tried to inquire about the entity's identity and information several times during their conversation, but unfortunately, the Demon Lord was tight-lipped and revealed nothing.

Seeing him emerge from the grand hall, the demon guards outside were startled and promptly drew their weapons, surrounding him.

At that moment, the Demon Lord's voice echoed from within the hall: "Let him return. Also, withdraw half of the guards assigned to the True Demon clan; the remaining ones just need to ensure they don't escape."

Hearing that vast, majestic voice, Zu An thought to himself that the Demon Lord's power was indeed formidable.

"Yes!" Although the demon guards were perplexed, they dared not question him. They simply cleared the path and watched Zu An depart.

Zu An knew that the women must be extremely worried at this moment. If he didn't return promptly, there was no telling what foolish things they might do, so he raced back at full speed.

Halfway back, he suddenly felt a stir and stopped in a patch of woods. "Friend, you've been following me for so long, why not reveal yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause erupted from behind a large tree nearby.

"You truly surprise me, Donnell," a figure slowly emerged from behind the trees.

"Who are you?" Zu An scrutinized the figure. Unlike typical demons, this person had more prominent human features. If this weren't the demon world, Zu An might have even thought he had encountered a young noble.

However, the person's face was covered by a grotesque mask, obscuring their appearance.

"Who I am isn't important. Instead, you've piqued my curiosity." The person walked around Zu An, examining him from head to toe while marveling. "Donnell, the young master of the True Demon clan, though possessing some ability, is more notorious for his philandering. I didn't expect everyone to have underestimated you."

Zu An didn't reply, instead secretly staying on guard. He couldn't sense this person's strength at all. Could this individual also be a powerhouse like the Demon Lord? How was that possible?

"You don't need to be so wary of me. I'm not here to fight you. On the contrary, I'm very curious about why your memory wasn't affected." The masked person's tone was filled with uncontainable surprise.

Zu An: "So, you're the one behind all of this!"

Now, besides himself and the Demon Lord, only that mysterious entity knew about the memory alteration.

"Your strength feels ordinary. Could it be that you possess some special magic artifact?" The masked person muttered to himself. "But that's not right. With your abilities, what formidable artifact could you possibly acquire? Not to mention you, even the Demon Lord, if caught off guard, couldn't avoid being influenced by me. In the entire demon world, perhaps only the Lord of Slaughter from back then..."

At this point, he couldn't help but laugh, clearly finding the conjecture absurd. How could this fellow in front of him be connected to the Lord of Slaughter from back then?

The speaker had no intention, but the listener paid attention. Zu An's heart stirred. Lord of Slaughter, could it be...

He finally realized why he was the only one unaffected: it was the only thing left after the Lord of Slaughter was annihilated by the mysterious entity summoned by the Heavenly Dance of Sacrifice—a tooth like a blade!

That tooth had the ability to break through all techniques and seemed to be a divine artifact the Lord of Slaughter had obtained in his early years, which he then refined into his own tooth.

So, it was immune to various laws back then. Now, with that tooth on him, it had inadvertently protected him from being affected.

The masked person seemed about to say more but suddenly looked up at the sky. "It seems I don't have time to chat with you today. Until next time."

As he spoke, he vanished.

Almost simultaneously, two demon guards flew over. "His Majesty ordered us to escort you back."

Zu An thought that the Demon Lord must have also realized the situation, fearing that he might be silenced by that mysterious entity.

On the way back, Zu An couldn't resist quietly asking, "Empress teacher, Empress teacher?"

"Do you only remember me when you need something?" Mi Li's elegant red silhouette appeared beside him, lazily stretching and revealing her graceful, lithe figure.

She was a soul bound to Zu An; unless she intentionally manifested, only Zu An could see her.

"Did you see that masked guy just now? He could actually alter everyone's memories; it's quite terrifying." Zu An said, still feeling a lingering fear.

"That fellow? He's probably a Chronicle Historian," Mi Li answered casually, her tone suggesting he was making too much of it.