While Konrad started his Serkar Insemination Task, Diyana rose from her seat to request a meeting with Gulistan.

　　"Oh? Interesting. Bring her in."

　　Gulistan acquiesced. From the moment Diyana returned from the Tower, Gulistan had suspected her of having turned coat and considered digging through her soul. However, she reasoned that on the one hand, if she were right, doing so would alert Konrad; on the other hand, if she weren't, then she'd ensure her fears became a reality. Therefore, she refrained. Still, she placed her under rigorous surveillance, keeping her in secluded cultivation while still providing her with top resources.

　　But never once did Diyana voice complaints or suspicions. Why then was she requesting an audience now, and leaving on her own accord?

　　Gulistan wasn't allowed to ponder long, for as soon as her approval pa.s.sed, Diyana appeared before her and bowed in greetings.

　　"Master, your disciple greets you."

　　She bowed in greetings.

　　"Straight to the point, will you? I remember giving you express orders to remain focused on your cultivation for the next one-hundred years, or until I requested your presence. Why then do you appear before me now?"

　　Gulistan inquired in a tone that heralded drastic punishments if the answer failed to satisfy her. Yet, it is with supreme calm that Diyana raised her head and locked her eyes on her intransigent master.

　　"I'm here to answer your unspoken questions. You put Miraz and me under house arrest in everything but name, because you doubt our version of the events that occurred within the Tower. I wish to clear that up."

　　Diyana began, and without being granted permission, sat opposite to Gulistan.

　　"Your fears are correct. Be it Vozir, Jaenera, Miraz, or I, all surrendered to Konrad. The only difference is the type of surrender."

　　As those words she'd long inferred reached her ears, Gulistan's face contorted into a frown. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.

　　"Oh? And what would the difference be?"

　　Gulistan asked in a chilling tone.

　　"They were forced into it. I did of my own free will."

　　Gulistan's frown deepened.

　　"May I know why? I raised you from before the cradle, nurtured you from within your mother's womb, gave you the ill.u.s.trious status of being my only disciple, and all the resources a.s.sociated with it. I even shared G.o.d-Blood with you. Because of me, your cultivation speed and foundation transcended all the disciples of this generation.

　　With all I've done for you, why would you abjure me? I'm curious as to where I failed."

　　Gulistan inquired in a calm tone while her frown dispersed. Meanwhile, Diyana shook her head.

　　"Nowhere. In practice, you did nothing wrong. But the reality is that you make me feel unsafe. You treat everyone like p.a.w.ns; tools you can use and discard as you see fit to fulfill your vast ambitions. I was no exception. Said bluntly, I'm the glorified wh.o.r.e you raised to control your son. You even kept the existence and nature of my second physique hidden from me to prevent variables.