The lantern bearer patiently recounted the old tale of the hero and the demon king to Elsie, even though she was extremely unwilling...
"Hagrid was actually a fisherman, and he wasn't that outstanding after becoming a member of the church."
"But during one of the monster invasions, he demonstrated a secondary creation of the priest profession."
That is to say...
As El looked at the mural, images of that time seemed to appear in her mind.
"Heavy armor priest, Hagrid does not have true piety toward the gods, but instead clings to his own faith."
"No one knows what his beliefs were, perhaps Tilan did."
A hint of regret flickered in the lamplighter's eyes: "That faith gave him the strength to become a hero."
Elsie cast a questioning look at him. Could a mere fabricated belief grant a human such power?
What about Tiran the Brave?
Not necessarily! Tilan becoming a hero might be related to other reasons.
after all……
El longed for the second mural, which depicted the heroes battling the Demon King. Tiran, the strongest among the heroes, charged to the front of the group and fought a desperate battle against the Demon King.
That was also the first time Elsie had seen Tiran's portrait. Although the other party was a heavily armored knight whose face was completely covered by armor, there was a special sense of familiarity with him.
My god, your ancestor was so handsome! So pretentious!
The narrator's amazement was not without reason, after all, these were murals of the Hagrid family, mainly recording Hagrid's life.
Even though Hagrid behind Tilan in the mural has been sculpted in gold, it still cannot overshadow Tilan's inherent brilliance.
“Tiran is dazzling, isn’t it?” The Lanternman noticed Elsie’s attention.
“I think so too. He doesn’t seem like a human being. I’m not trying to belittle him; these are the words of our ancestors.”
"Hagrid said that Tilan was the brightest man he had ever met in his life, more radiant than faith. He was not like a human being; no human being could possibly have the courage to raise a lance against a dragon alone."
[A giant dragon?]
The narrator seems quite interested!
"Let's leave the matter of Tilan for now," the Lamplighter sighed and turned to the third mural.
[Isn't Tilan more dazzling than Hagrid?]
Elsie: "Alright, stop talking. She has her pride too."
The third mural depicts the cessation of war, with the heroes receiving royal investiture as dukes, chosen by the people after the royal family.
The eight heroes are also the eight most popular professions on the continent.
“Every hero gained his own territory. They put aside their obsession with war, married and had children, and became lords of their own land.”
That's all.
"It should be gone." Elsie breathed a sigh of relief, finally having heard this cliché story.
This is how the whole story ends—a classic case of justice triumphing over darkness!
"Alright, there's really nothing special about it, and it's quite boring and tedious," the Lanternman said, patting Elsie's head.
"Let's go enjoy dinner now!"
Before she knew it, it was already dark. Perhaps these murals really did have some magical power, allowing her to pass several hours without realizing it.
The lantern bearer led her to the edge of the corridor. Elsie glanced back at the mural, or more precisely, the third mural.
Almost all the warriors knelt before the king, and the messenger bestowed upon them the Duke's medal. Only Tilan stood, his back to the people viewing the murals, facing the king directly.
The king's eyes were piercing, his gaze fixed intently on Tilan, as if... he wanted to tear him apart!
The king's guards also tended to point the finger at Tilan, and most importantly, one of the king's scribes stared wide-eyed as if Tilan had said something he shouldn't have.
“Perhaps… the truth is not what we see.” Elsie followed the Lamplighter back to the castle hall.
The hall was now filled with food and drink, and the bright candlelight illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime.
The lantern bearer extinguished his lantern, and at that moment a middle-aged man dressed in black clothing with gold trim walked over.
"Father, how could you..."
The lantern bearer stopped the man, whispered a few words in his ear, and then called for a servant, who immediately went to summon Azer.
Elsie was finally carried away by Azer, who felt helpless as Elsie had actually walked alone into the Hagrid family's forbidden area!
Aize didn't know what was there, nor did Walson. They had only heard that it held the secrets of the heroes of yesteryear, as well as a treasure that could keep their families away from war.
If Elsie had not been discovered by the Lanternman of the Hagrid family and had instead walked all the way to the location of the treasure, then it would have been a conflict between the two families.
Fortunately, the Lamplighter didn't mind. He thought Elsie was just a child, and he liked this child who was willing to patiently listen to him finish his story.
Don't look at me, I already advised you against it.
"You were clearly acting on your own conscience back then..."
At least, I've advised you to change your path.
She watched the lantern bearer and the man whispering to each other, while Elsie was plotting something.
Aize carried her to the maid Ferry, who looked very worried about Elsie and blamed herself for her carelessness.
She took Elsie back into her arms and re-examined her responsibilities as a maid. How could she let her guard down just because Elsie was too obedient?
The banquet was attended by many important figures, including the city lord of Locke City, the representative of the Mage Association branch, and the dean of the Imperial Knight Academy.
Aize and Worson paid their respects to the Dean, who was a student at the Imperial Knight Academy.
Instead of focusing on these things, why don't you take a look at the curse progress bar?
"The progress bar changed?" Elsie glanced at the changes in the Blood Child, only to see that the curse progress had changed to 10%!
This thing... doesn't increase over time!?
"Thanks for reminding me!"
You're welcome, just a routine reminder.
"Wait, why are you being so serious?"
Because... he came!
"who?"
Elsie suddenly felt a chill run through her body, and everyone at the banquet felt it too.
The dean of the college smiled and looked at the corner, raising the fruit wine offered by the waiter in a gesture of respect.
Everyone looked over and saw that a man in black had appeared in the hall at some point.
He was wearing an old-fashioned tuxedo, and his entire face was covered by a hood, with only his graying hair vaguely visible.
“Welcome, Master Assassin Bernard!” the man who had been talking to the Lanternman suddenly said with a smile.
He is York Hagrid, the current head of the Hagrid family, and also Watson's father.
“Long time no see, York.” Bernard had somehow produced a glass of fruit wine in his hand. He returned the gesture of respect to York and the Dean, then drank it all in one gulp.
He moved through the crowd like a gust of wind. Even though everyone knew he would pass them and was just about to make way, they found he had already passed them.
This is the speed of a master assassin!
As he approached Firi, his eyes beneath the hood met Elsie's gaze...
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