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Ti winds back to the morning, after Asuka Tangze left Margaret and that towering stone tower, Margaret also erged from the underground chamber, placing her hands on her lower abdon and gazing at the misty, gloomy sky ahead.
In her eyes, Asuka’s silhouette slowly disappeared into the fog ahead, from where she stood, her petite figure faced the gusting morning wind, opening a gap in the mist, and soon, a wisp of the previous night’s festive celebration’s lingering scent of alcohol wafted through.
The residents within the Ideal Country were all resting at the mont, sleeping peacefully in the intoxication and joy brought by the alcohol.
Margaret stood alone in front of the stone tower, watching the faint golden light flickering at the horizon outside the Ideal Country, keenly sensing the impending storm, but she showed no signs of panic, watching the distance quietly as if everything was unrelated to her.
"Margaret..."
At this mont, Chun hurriedly ca from the other side of the street, looking at the golden hue emanating from the distant fog, as an elf, he knew better than anyone what this implied...
His mother, the World Tree, was coming.
Even an elf who has been reincarnated once and lived this long would feel a panic when his mother ca with her full wrath, a factor rooted in the bloodline. But Margaret remained calm, raising her hand to halt his further words, she smiled and said to Chun,
"The World Tree is coming, right?"
Looking at Margaret in front of him, Chun gradually cald down, nodding in acknowledgnt, he replied,
"Yes, mother completed the King’s reincarnation faster than expected. And it’s not just her, my kin will also co...what we did earlier was a provocation to the Mythical Species, they who revere etiquette will not let it go unchallenged."
For millennia, no one has ever been so audacious as to threaten the Elf Species, who previously only had the upper hand in conflicts. Moreover, the current threat is posed by a human and a traitor, this angers the elves even more, feeling they must utterly destroy the Ideal Country and Margaret to live up to their title as "Mythical Species."
"But there’s always a first ti, it’s ti for those who look down on others to taste defeat... Chun, soon I will focus all my efforts on controlling the Weaver until it is fully under my control, based on the dormant death, they will have no way to deal with the Ideal Country. So our sole objective is to ensure this happens. Thus, Chun, no matter what occurs later, no one must be allowed near the stone tower, including Fisher and his team. You may seek their assistance, but they must not approach the stone tower."
Margaret’s words were firm and resolute, she glanced at the darkening sky, calculating the exact ti,
"I can absolutely trust Asuka, but Fisher, Cain... those with countless ties to the Holy Land, must be approached with caution until the Weaver is fully under control. The pressure on you will be significant, Chun, not only needing to temporarily hold off the incoming elves and the World Tree but also ensuring the safety of the stone tower..."
"And our citizens..."
Chun added.
Margaret nodded with a smile, holding his hand, she said,
"Indeed, but once we succeed, we’ll have a brand-new ho, Chun."
"Alright, I will hold them off."
Chun took a deep breath, taking on the critical responsibility. He nodded to Margaret, then turned and left before the stone tower, quickly floating into the mist.
Soon, in a place beyond Margaret’s view, at the periphery of the Ideal Country, as if resonating with the golden glow outside, thick branches with clusters of robust purple flowers rose like walls. Before the sensation of a landslide and tsunami-like tremor, a faint purple floral fragrance slowly spread, covering the Ideal Country, drawing the awakening living creatures back into slumber.
...
...
At this mont above the high sky, a square book lay utterly flat, as if rendered lifeless by so grievous injury, looking despondently at the foggy space below.
Yes, this was Fisher’s old friend, Emhardt.
When Fisher left earlier, his eyes wanted to follow, but Gabriel refused to move an inch, citing "it’s unsafe" as the unified reasoning, so Emhardt was completely unaware of how Fisher ascended to Mythical Rank, anyway, when he returned, he was already at Mythical Rank...
However, applying general reasoning and the "Paimon inference thod," Emhardt always suspected the worst in Paimon, so naturally, all the problem’s causes were due to Paimon.
Damn Paimon!
He thought angrily, then instantly recalled last night’s scene, his eyes almost bursting open, feeling even more agonized.
That Paimon actually...
What folly! What folly, Fisher!
Though I know you’re always good at charming won, generally welcoming all, why can’t you wipe your eyes at crucial monts?
Why did it have to be Paimon?
The more Emhardt thought, the angrier he got, nearly grinding his teeth to dust while staying nestled in Gabriel’s embrace.
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