“However, that is the truth. After clearing the battlefield, we found fragments of the Sia artifact,” Liedo stated the unvarnished fact.
"Now, Allen is sending Windsor's body to Tilan, the city of Orwick, and it will be laid to rest in the Holy Cemetery in a month."
"Elsie, if you want to see her one last time, you'd better leave now."
[Wow! You old man! How can you say such cold things when your mouth is in such high temperatures?!]
[And also, hmph, you underestimate our Elsie. She's never met her parents, and has no happy memories of being with them.]
[That's right, after my careful tutelage, she has grown into a laughingstock with shattered values, a willingness to betray family, and a complete subversion of filial piety!]
The mere loss of one's mother is not enough...
“Let’s go, return to base…” Elsie lowered her head and said in a deep voice.
[...]
[Great! Excellent! Very good! I know you want to criticize me, but hold on, let me explain!]
【actually……】
I am also a filial son, an upright and honest person, a person with lofty ideals, and a willingness to help others!
The narrator's admission of defeat never disappoints.
Hey! I can hear you, Elsie! Don't frame me behind my back!
Hehehe...
...
Liedo smiled, but then turned to the group of assassins and said, "I will not stop you. You may choose to return to your ancestral lands, but one day, they will be trampled flat by heavy cavalry."
"You can also choose to escort Elsie; perhaps you'll die with more dignity!"
Ledo sighed, "On the way back, the other members of the Holy Sword Sect weren't as easy to talk to as I was."
Dylan hesitated slightly, then looked at Elsie who was silently weeping and said, "I will stay with her."
...
Plans never keep up with changes.
The powerful Ledo forced them to set their destination at the city of Orvik.
To be honest, if they were to fight to the death, they could certainly send Elsie to the Crystal Royal Court!
Unfortunately, the news of Windsor's death caused Elsie to change her mind.
Now, her body remains in the distant city of Orvik, if Elsie decides not to see it one last time...
Perhaps, she will never see her mother's face again.
"The artifact fragments should also be in the coffin, right?" Dylan's adjutant remarked.
“Well, the artifact won’t recognize anyone else, and Allen wouldn’t be so heartless as to leave his wife’s body exposed in the wilderness.” Dylan sighed, “Let’s just consider it as recycling the artifact.”
"Moreover, the family members may try to retrieve Windsor's body. If things get chaotic, we can head west from Orwick City, cross the territory of the Henghai royal family, and approach our ancestral land."
On the way, Dylan studied the map.
"The mountains there provide us with the best cover, but fighting is inevitable, and we may encounter a major battle."
"The journey won't be too smooth..."
Because... this place belongs to the Lanting royal family! A land where heavy cavalry are prevalent! The foundation of the Tilan family!
“The conflicts are endless…” Connor sheathed his sword. To be honest, he wasn’t confident he could fight Ledo.
Even though the old man was seriously injured and unable to wield the giant shield, he was indeed unable to defeat his opponent under the cover of so many heavy cavalry.
...
The journey was long, so the group tried to stay as far away from Mirror Lake City as possible and move closer to Orwick City.
Time... only one month!
As you pass through this forest, the guards who used to watch over it have changed batch after batch, but they all bear the insignia of the Dylan Shia family.
These royal guards did not obstruct the way; instead, they respectfully pointed out the best route.
El looked longingly at the grove, recalling the narrator's words.
Which sentence?
"Don't touch the side quests."
[...]
But it still happened...
"No, what I mean is..."
【？】
Why is the main storyline so difficult?
"Tsk, is that difficult? What games do you usually play? How about I recommend one?"
[Ah! I've got it! (Sound of rummaging through drawers) Ta-da! "The Bald Head in the Chamber Pot," "The Seven-Year-Old War Criminal's Coloring Game," "Vampire vs. Gibbon"—there's bound to be one that suits you!]
"..."
What? This is difficult too?
[Sigh! I admit I tricked you with the first two, but the last one really only requires clicking! Although... we can't win, it'll just be a draw.]
You want to lower the difficulty?
"Um."
[Simple! x (loop)]
A pop-up window composed of millions of "simple" messages successfully flooded the screen, blocking Elsie's view.
Elsie: (￣??￣??)
[What's the point of playing if it's so simple! Do you want me to come over and shove the food into your mouth myself?]
...
That being said, we still have to keep going.
Elsie felt that her age was limiting her; despite having the strength to roam the continent, she didn't have much ambition.
It's worth mentioning that the curse progress is stagnant and seems to only increase when some key events occur.
Whether or not it attracts Keomi, she needs to be prepared.
She nestled in Trisna's arms and fell into a deep sleep...
[Okay, uh-ah—(yawning sound), goodnight, Elsie. (lights off sound)]
In the woods, Jack nodded, closed his eyes, and disappeared completely into the darkness.
For some reason, his stealth skills have become increasingly sophisticated lately.
If Elsie were to investigate, she might be surprised to learn that this assassin possesses legendary skills!
...
In her dream, Elsie heard the wind and felt the biting cold of a blizzard.
In the blizzard, goblins built a massive city with long walls, patrolling and guarding it day and night.
They appear to be a goblin tribe that fled from afar, with several goblin kings attempting to build shelter from the cold and harshness of the place.
However, how could a mere city withstand the harsh environment here?
As the dawn broke and the earth shone with light, a female archangel with twenty-four wings descended from the sky.
She has no face, but is hundreds of meters long and can blot out the sky!
Although the goblins were insatiable, they all knelt down and begged for salvation under that radiant light.
Twenty-four-winged angels stretched out their white hands, speaking unknown divine language, accompanied by heavenly music.
The dawn brought warmth, and an invisible barrier kept out the cold northern winds. The skeleton soldiers of the Northern Plains seemed to be affected as well, no longer advancing.
The twenty-four-winged angel flapped its wings, and a gale blew away the snow on the ground, revealing the minerals buried beneath.
The goblins have long lived within the barrier, and relying on minerals and the lost ruins of the dwarves, they have crafted many suits of armor.
They began to gain fame and launched a counterattack, conquering the northern grasslands one by one, and causing large numbers of northerners to be displaced.
In the goblin cities of the north, the goblin kings began to unite with the Necropolis to summon goblins from all over the world.
The massive goblin priest group displayed immense power.
They shouted in a common language...
"Praise! Twenty-four-winged angel!!!"
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