"I don't know the reason."
The younger brother, Weaver, finally chimed in, shaking his head regretfully at Maggie. He didn't seem very worried and showed no sense of crisis whatsoever.
I feel incredibly safe because my brother is around.
He never considered the possibility that this was a huge crisis, thinking that his brother could handle it.
Looking at his expression, Maggie guessed what was going on in Willford's mind and almost choked on her own blood.
In other words, after the two are trapped in the consciousness space, it is very likely that the older brother is trying to find a solution alone and fighting a lone battle, while the younger brother only knows how to play and may occasionally cheer for Rephia on a whim.
If that's the case, then her reason for being here suddenly becomes reasonable.
If she hadn't come, the twins probably wouldn't have been able to get out.
"Didn't you go inside to take a look?"
Maggie pointed to the fog-shrouded valley and asked the twin gods.
"We went there, but there was nothing inside."
The younger brother, Weaver, answered first.
"?"
Maggie and Weaver stared at each other for a long time before she finally fell silent.
Today was definitely the day she had the most questions. Nothing was resolved, and she wasn't a god.
But no matter what happened, Maggie wasn't the type to sit idly by and wait for her fate. She looked at the twin gods, then at the depths of the valley, sighed, and went in alone.
Wefia and Refia watched Maggie's departing figure, exchanged a glance, and finally, the older brother Refia shook his head.
"What strange humans."
Weaver received her brother's signal but didn't chase after him. Instead, she waited outside the thick fog, muttering to herself that Maggie wasn't behaving normally.
...
The moment Maggie stepped into the fog, the scene before her immediately made her frown, because... she saw a vast, raging inferno.
No matter the era, wicked people driven by profit and blinded by greed will never disappear.
The scene she saw was the moment when the entire Fire Spirit Clan was wiped out, and the burning flames represented the criminals destroying evidence.
If she remembered correctly, when the Fire Spirits were wiped out, the Undead Scourge was raging. In such a time of crisis, it was incomprehensible that nobles would take the opportunity to hunt down weaker races.
The term "nobles" here does not refer to humans; similar figures exist in various races.
Maggie was filled with mixed feelings. She lifted her leg and walked forward, and all she could see were the corpses of the Fire Spirit Clan members, burning in the fire.
They were clearly symbols of fire, yet now they have perished in the flames.
She continued walking until she was close to the village entrance, where she saw a hunting party composed of different races, their faces filled with greed as they stared at the mithril in their hands.
"This ticket was a huge hit! I'll definitely ask you guys for help again next time."
One of the goblins, with a lewd appearance, was polishing the mithril in his hand, completely unconcerned that it had just been pulled from a corpse; all he could see was how much money the mithril could be exchanged for.
That's why the Fire Spirit Clan was hunted down; it was because of incredibly precious alchemical materials, and also because of their lives.
"Oh dear, it's not easy to find a race like the Fire Spirit Clan, which is weak yet produces precious products. But since you brothers have followed me, I'll make sure you all eat and drink your fill."
The speaker was a middle-aged male elf who patted his chest, acting as if he were very generous, but to Maggie, he only made her feel nauseous.
"Don't say that, brother. Without you, we wouldn't have made this money."
The only human in the hunting party smiled obsequiously as he eagerly offered the mithril in his hand to the elf, his manner utterly ingratiating.
Maggie's brows were furrowed, her feelings indescribable.
If she hadn't witnessed this scene, she could have comfortably crafted the staff with mithril, even though the Fire Spirit Clan had been extinct for a long time, there was still a certain amount of mithril in reserve.
She wanted to create a staff perfectly suited to her, requiring the finest materials, but now...
Maggie decided, to hell with it!
Other materials are also acceptable.
However, this was her first time facing a hunting party. Compared to the mercenaries she would encounter later, they seemed more cruel, more tyrannical, and more greedy. Even from this distance, Maggie could faintly smell the stench of money on them.
Hunting parties are a product unique to the era of the Scourge. They are composed of different races and make a fortune in the chaos.
It wasn't just the hunting of the Fire Spirits; many other races perished because of them.
Even when supplies are scarce, they will resell them and drive up prices, all for the sake of making money.
Perhaps because they went too far, they never appeared again after the Scourge ended, disappearing forever.
But if they show up here, openly counting money at the village entrance, then, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the person who killed them must be the Twin Gods after they ascended to godhood.
Thinking of this, Maggie subconsciously began searching for the young twins in the fire, even though this was a space of consciousness, not reality.
Even the infant twins here are memories from the past, but their people have just been slaughtered, so they must be terrified now.
Maggie's gaze swept quickly across the raging fire, ignoring the hunting party, and rushed into the fire to find the twins.
She was practically invincible; the flames couldn't harm her at all, which allowed Maggie to act without restraint.
Finally, she found two shivering little ones under a collapsed building. The moment he saw Maggie, the younger brother, Weaver, was like a threatened kitten, his movements full of vigilance.
"Brother, run!"
Without hesitation, the younger brother, Wefia, stood directly in front of Rephia, his eyes flashing with fear, yet he bravely stretched out his arms in a protective stance.
"No, don't kill me, please don't kill me."
Meanwhile, Raphia was sitting on the ground, holding her head in her hands, muttering in despair and frantically begging for mercy.
He seemed not to hear his brother's words at all, or rather, he was so frightened that he couldn't understand what his brother was saying.
He couldn't even stand up, let alone run; fear had already taken over his body.
Maggie watched this scene quietly, which completely overturned her impression of the Twin Gods.
She thought that her brother would protect his younger brother and carry him to new heights, just like he always would in the future, but she never expected that it would be the younger brother who would step forward to protect his older brother.
The usually shrewd and resourceful older brother was so frightened that he couldn't move.
"I...I'm not here to kill you. I can protect you."
Maggie felt a dryness in her throat, and hesitated for a long time before she could finish speaking.
“The hunting party hasn’t left yet. It’s dangerous for you to stay here. You’ll definitely be discovered. If you still want to avenge your people, come with me.”
Even if this is an illusion, she doesn't want them to experience the fear they once had.
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