This cliff, shrouded in dust and grime, is the last remaining part of nature's natural landscape.
The realm of earth.
Now, Vega and 'Gwen' have also arrived here.
A fleeting silver storm swept across the cliffs as 'Gwen' swooped down from the sky.
Her light, swallow-like feet nimbly trod across the sharp rocks, landing steadily on the treacherous cliff path as if weightless.
Seeing her incredibly elegant posture, Vega eagerly stretched out his wing and patted the Goddess of Justice on the head.
"Faster, faster, even faster!"
I was stopped by members of the Mage Council, which has already delayed me for over an hour.
If you include the travel time, it takes a full two hours.
Two hours is enough for a hardworking ox to complete all the farm work.
Vega was in a hurry, though he didn't know why he was so anxious.
In contrast, Gwen beneath him seems to have more reason to be anxious.
For peace of mind, Vega found a reasonable excuse for himself.
It was in such a hurry because it wanted to confirm whether Viktor had truly been disloyal to the elf.
Although Vega believed that Victor would prioritize the greater good and not act rashly,
But what if?
That cunning lustful elf lured Viktor here; what conscience could she possibly have?
Perhaps Victor, on a whim, might decide to try it out with the elves and agree.
Wouldn't that disappoint the goddess of justice for nothing?
The righteous mentor she admired actually committed an unexpectedly evil act!
Clearly, when Vega was convincing himself, he deliberately emphasized the importance of the Goddess of Justice.
And it was in such a hurry because it was all for Viktor.
Thinking about all this, Vega looked around at the scenery.
The place is desolate and lonely, with only a person and a bird remaining besides the cliffs and flying dust.
Logically, when they arrive in a new area, a member of parliament should step in to intercept them.
But now, before the councilor has even appeared, a terrifying disturbance has begun to occur on this cliffside.
Rumble rumble—
With violent tremors and the sound of rocks cracking, the brownish-brown cliff began to crumble erratically.
Huge boulders crumbled and fell heavily into the earth's fissures amidst the awe-inspiring power of the mountains, echoing with terrifying roars and explosions.
Dust and rock fragments burst forth from the surrounding stone walls, accompanied by the displacement of rocks and the collapse of cliffs.
It seemed to cascade down the giant rock like a waterfall.
Feeling the intense tremors beneath her feet, the goddess of justice, standing on the edge of the cliff, swayed and struggled to maintain her balance.
Meanwhile, Vega, who was perched on her shoulder, was also swaying violently, almost being thrown off 'Gwen's' shoulder.
Looking at the scene before him, Vega's eyes widened, and he appeared somewhat flustered:
"...What's going on here?"
An earthquake of this magnitude has already affected a hundred miles of mountains.
If any of those tools in the Mage Council could do that...
It washes your hair upside down!
Gwen's expression was grave as she struggled to steady herself.
She kept one hand on the hilt of her sword at all times, remaining vigilant.
It's clear that her expression is more serious than before.
Deep within her calm and dignified eyes, a solemn air of impending doom emanated.
This doesn't make sense, does it?
Besides Victor, which other mage in the Mage Council could inspire such fear in this goddess?
Just as Vega was quickly racking his brains, a seemingly invisible natural bird flew into the sky.
Under the watchful eyes of Vega and 'Gwen', the natural sparrow slowly descended.
The moment the bird touches the ground, its invisible body rapidly reconstructs, and its transparent surface is coated with a layer of color.
Appearing before 'Gwen' and Vega was Rachel Azure, dressed in a long robe, with a long beard, and leaning on a cane.
As soon as he landed, he carefully examined the man and the bird.
It seems they are confirming their identities.
Similarly, Vega and 'Gwen' were also watching Rachel.
'Gwen' maintained a solemn expression, while Vega on her shoulder frowned, looking somewhat speechless.
Clearly, this commotion couldn't have been caused by the old man.
This old man who likes to play with birds isn't that skilled.
But it also knew that, as was customary, the old man would also begin to introduce himself.
As expected, Rachel, leaning on his cane, coughed lightly and straightened his expression.
"Congratulations...you've proven..."
His speech was stiff and disjointed, as if he were reading from a script and had missed some words.
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
Under the silent gaze of both sides, Rachel took a piece of paper from his pocket.
He gently pushed up his glasses, cleared his throat, and began to read the words on the paper.
"Congratulations, you have proven that you have the ability to get here."
So these words were pre-designed so that you would have to memorize them?
Wei Jia silently complained to himself, then continued reading the manuscript while watching the old man in front of him.
"From now on, this final journey will be undertaken by me—"
He finished speaking, then expressionlessly crumpled the paper ball into a ball, and a flame rose from his palm, burning it to ashes.
Who designed such terrible vocabulary? Did they even consider my esteemed position as dean?
If these words were to reach the students, where would he put his old face?
He suspected that Haim Horn was deliberately setting him up.
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