Chapter 1003 Hope
"What a coward!" Thrax angrily shouted.
"Stop it, Thrax!" Although Julian was just as angry after hearing the sage's words, he still held the emotional gladiator down.
"Should we really just accept our fate and do nothing!?"
"Calm down, you two! Sit down… we will eventually figure sothing out!" Klea said and quickly forced the two to calm down.
anwhile, Chumo was casually finishing the stead fish on the other side of the table.
—Slurrppp.
All four of them simultaneously turned to look at him weirdly, prompting Chumo to respond.
"What? It's really good. You guys should give it a try."
"..."
Chumo's carefree attitude quickly changed the atmosphere and cald everyone down.
The room instantly fell silent.
"What should we do now?"
Ery, who had been staying quiet the whole ti, stood up and walked away.
"Ery, where are you going?" Klea quickly asked and tried to stop him. "Just leave the sage alone, we can try again later."
"No, I still have sothing to say… I am going to talk to him, you all stay here."
By the ti Ery left the room to find the sage, the place had already turned dark. Through spirit reading, he quickly found that the old man had once again gone to the pond.
'He can't possibly be fishing again, can he?'
Ery was walking toward the place when all of a sudden, he faintly heard a gentle tune from afar. As he got closer to the lody's source, he saw the sage standing next to the pond playing a long bamboo flute.
A sense of peace seeped into Ery's heart as the lancholic lody drifted in the air. He couldn't help but stop and listen, afraid that his arrival would disturb the tranquility of this place.
It was only after the sage finished his tune that he finally dared to approach.
"What a beautiful song, senior," Ery complinted.
The old man's eyes looked into the distance and calmly spoke, ignoring Ery's comnt.
"Just leave the old man in peace, will you?"
Ery subconsciously held his breath for a mont, clenched his fists, and mustered his courage to say what he needed to.
"Senior… why are you here?" He paused, a little hesitant. "Are you hiding from sothing?"
The old man's expression subtly tensed for a brief mont. He almost spoke out of impulse, but he quickly cald himself.
"How bold of you... You know I can kill you with a snap of my finger, right?"
"Yes… I do, senior… but I believe you won't."
After a few monts of silence, a sigh with a hint of dry laugh ca from the sage.
"Ha… you, fey… you're all crazy, aren't you?"
Ery was startled for a second when he heard the sage ntion his bloodline.
"That's not it, senior… I believe you were lying to us. You wanted to help us, didn't you? Or else, why did you allow to see a mory of your past if you weren't hoping for sothing?"
The old man once again fell silent and heaved a deep sigh.
"...Do you know… how many tis I've failed in the last two thousand years? …No… hope is a dangerous thing."
The sage's voice remained the sa, but Ery could feel the heavy sorrow in his voice. Ery could only assu that the sage was talking about the failure of the second generation that he trained, where everyone except the abbot died.
He slowly walked closer to the old man with determination.
"Senior, please… please help us, just one more ti… We promise you, we will do our best, and will not fail this ti… we won't!"
The sage didn't imdiately respond. He closed his eyes before finally speaking out his thoughts.
"You know… you really remind of him… that man… you didn't just inherit his bloodline… it's strange, really."
After saying those words, the sage opened his eyes and his expression slightly changed. In the end, he decided to walk into the darkness without a word, leaving Ery alone in the vicinity.
This ti, it was Ery who sighed.
He did the best he could. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough.
…
Upon returning to his friends, he was imdiately t with four pairs of nervous and curious gazes.
Ery shook his head.
"Sorry, I failed."
They were a little disappointed, but none of them said a word. After all, they also couldn't do anything.
That night, the group took out a drink and drank away their helplessness.
…
The next morning, the group prepared to leave the place right after waking up. However, when they exited the wooden house, they were surprised to see that there was nothing outside.
No houses, no clay people, just an empty clearing.
Julian even thought that they were perhaps still drunk, but that was confird to not be the case when they t each other's eyes wondering about the sa thing.
Did the grand magus leave?
Before they could say a word, the bamboo forest in front of them suddenly split in two. From it ca two figures, Grand Magus Fuxi and the little girl Naya.
The little girl had an excited look on her face as she exclaid, "We're leaving!"
The group was montarily stunned, but they quickly beca elated when they realized what the little girl's words ant.
They were going with them!
"Thank you, senior!"
The sage glanced toward Ery with a smile and said.
"One last ti."
Now that the path had been opened, it only took them less than half an hour to get out of the mountain. When they stepped out, they were imdiately greeted with the sight of Yuria and the other golden warriors gathered.
Together, they all headed to the portal gate, returned to Terra Castle by ship, and arrived a day after, just in ti to et the Nephilims the next day.
To their surprise, as soon as they arrived at Terra Castle, they found that the place was bustling with a ceremony held.
"What is going on!?"
"Our Lord has returned! Our Lord has returned!"
It was a little difficult to enter the castle due to the crowd, but when they finally did, the first thing they saw was a huge figure in golden armor who had been waiting for their arrival.
"Hahaha! My juniors, did you all miss ?"
The figure was no other than Lord Izta himself. Except for Ery, it had been a while since he last saw the others, so he had a wide grin of excitent on his face.
However, when his eyes t the sage, his gaze suddenly turned cold.
"You're finally back, you old fart!"
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