"You there, you have a question too, right?"

It seemed to derive a tremendous sense of pleasure from the social death of Silvia and Enola.

The Knowledge Holy Chalice's smug lean became even more pronounced. It swayed for a while before finally halting and revealing text to Shiayar on its body.

"Although I don't know how you found me, or even how you learned my incantation."

"However."

The handle of the Holy Chalice flickered with a faint luminescence, scrutinizing Shiayar like a pair of eyes.

"A 6-Ring Beastmaster who has just turned eighteen, your talent in beast taming and spiritual power is indeed quite remarkable."

"In your time, you probably count as a rare genius, one that appears perhaps once every hundred years. But in the Old Era when I was born, where Fabled Creatures roamed the world, someone like you was nothing out of the ordinary."

"You are but a mere mortal born in an age without me!"

"Compared to that Throne, and the Contractor of the Storm Anchor, you still lack a certain something."

The antiquated script appearing on its body also began to show waning interest.

It was as if the thrill of the previous two humiliations had been so intense that the mere social death of an ordinary person could no longer pique its interest.

"Ask your question quickly. Ask, and let's call it a day."

Shiayar, however, was not angered by the Knowledge Holy Chalice's lazy and perfunctory attitude. He merely stroked the upper part of the Little Prison Cup with a smile.

"I certainly do have a question, but first, I need to confirm whether the forbidden knowledge I possess can be traded."

"You?"

The Knowledge Holy Chalice jumped, and text continued to emerge on its surface: "With your age and rank, what secret knowledge could you possibly have? Didn't you see that the Throne failed? I advise you not to humiliate yourself."

"Well, that's not necessarily the case. After all, anything's possible."

Shiayar continued to stroke the cup's body calmly.

His face was kind, adorned with a gentle, refreshing smile.

An uninformed outsider, upon seeing him, might truly believe the handsome young man before them was a gentle and amiable nobleman.

However, to Enola, it made her involuntarily cover her eyes with her hand.

The blonde young lady rarely saw Shiayar display such a benign smile, but whenever it appeared, she knew something unfortunate was about to happen.

"What if I told you the operational laws of the blazing sun and its life cycle?"

"The operational laws of the blazing sun?"

The Knowledge Holy Chalice paused for a moment, and even the emergence of the text slowed slightly.

"Even the Stars Titan and the Star Forger Dragon Tribe can only consume ordinary celestial bodies. They have a very limited understanding of the blazing sun."

"Even that deity named after the blazing sun can only wield one-millionth of the power from its namesake."

"How could you..."

The text appearing on the surface of the Holy Chalice abruptly stopped.

For at that same moment, a faint spiritual power, laden with complex information, was directly injected into the Knowledge Holy Chalice by Shiayar through his stroking fingers.

The swaying of the Knowledge Holy Chalice halted in an instant, becoming rigid on the spot.

BOOM—

Instantly, within the core consciousness of the Knowledge Holy Chalice.

Against a background of void and Darkness, the radiance of tens of millions of blazing suns burst forth simultaneously.

It saw the particles of Element aggregating under enormous gravitational forces and then decomposing.

Then, as mass dissipated, endless light and heat were released with the disintegration.

The resplendent suns rose and fell erratically, each flicker sparking immense coronal tides.

After an indeterminate time, that incandescent celestial body suddenly expanded. It transformed into a much larger, fiery red star, releasing an even greater expanse of light and heat.

Then, that massive red star began to slowly contract.

Growing dimmer, cooling bit by bit.

Eventually, it turned into a desolate and cold death star, like a tomb.

...

The Knowledge Holy Chalice fell into a prolonged silence, as if it had experienced a system crash.

Incomprehensible, indecipherable.

What had unfolded before it was a secret never before interpreted on the Western Continent.

The mere act of reading the knowledge was enough to bring its processes to a standstill.

"What's the matter, Little Prison Cup?"

Shiayar unceremoniously lifted the Knowledge Holy Chalice.

He was one to hold a grudge.

True, watching Silvia and Enola suffer social death was indeed pleasurable and suited his fancy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed the Holy Chalice to conduct its soul-searching inquiries.

However, it was also a fact that the cup had thoroughly tricked his two wives.

This was an item he had obtained by exchanging the Sands of Time. If he allowed it to carry on so audaciously, that simply wouldn't do.

He had acquired it to serve as an encyclopedia, not to install an overbearing master in his house.

In Shiayar's King's Treasury, no Sacred Relic so full of itself would be tolerated.

"If you keep showing off like this in front of me, I'll just make you crash again."

Shiayar held one side of the cup's handle in his hand.

"Since I was able to bring you out of lost history, I have the power to put you right back where you came from."

The Knowledge Holy Chalice seemed to finally recover from its crashed state. Upon hearing Shiayar's threat, it immediately began to shiver.

"Young man, are you threatening me?"

"Do you realize who, or what, you are actually defying?"