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Chapter 250: Sybillian's Fantastic Adventure
Chapter 250: Sybillian's Fantastic Adventure
Far to the northwest of the Northern Continent lies the Northern Lands of the Aetherterran Kingdom.
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, dancing with the golden motes floating in the air, casting a soft glow upon the forest's morning tranquility as the morning mist slowly dissipated, revealing a waking city.
The capital, Gedaria, was seamlessly integrated with the enchanting woods and lakes that surrounded it. The architectural style, urban planning, and way of life of its inhabitants were in perfect harmony with nature, retaining its natural charm while showcasing the wisdom of modern craftsmanship.
The streets buzzed with activity as people went about their morning routines. Messengers riding on gigantic avian mounts hurried by, their light armor glinting in the sunlight.
Wooden canals carried flowing water throughout the city, nourishing every corner of this vast domain.
The kingdom exuded inclusivity, with diverse races and unique features coexisting peacefully along the journey. Their differences didn't elicit surprise but instead fostered a sense of unity.
Aetherterran, a federal kingdom governed by multiple autonomous races, stood in stark contrast to the Protoss Empire in terms of culture.
While it might lag behind the Protoss in magical engineering, its pure magic and martial arts were exceptionally strong due to its deep-rooted heritage and diverse magical scripts. It was one of the few powerful nations on the Northern Continent that could stand against the Protoss Empire.
Deep within this city, surrounded by lush forests and a clear lake, stood an imposing temple.
The tranquil skies above the temple were suddenly disturbed by a faint tremor, followed by a low hum that grew louder. A mid-sized passenger dragon descended from the heavens, its wings stirring up fallen leaves and dust from the ground.
It finally came to a gentle stop at a distance from the temple, and several figures leaped off its back.
Leading the group was a priest clad in immaculate white robes, embroidered with golden thread at the edges. He took the forefront, guiding the way.
Following him was an executioner in heavy armor, cloaked in a red cape, and a paladin in shining silver-white armor.
Their positions within the church were evidently high, as passing clergy members greeted them respectfully, reserving the utmost reverence for the final guest.
"Miss Sybillian, we will take you to see Her Holiness," the priest said respectfully.
"..." Sybillian responded with a complex expression as she gazed at the temple.
Her disguise had long been discarded, revealing her true appearance—silver hair and amber eyes.
"Alright," she sighed, following the three familiar figures into the majestic temple.
To understand how she ended up in their company upon her arrival on the Northern Continent, we must rewind to the maritime disaster that befell her and Lanchi.
Sybillian never imagined that her journey with Lanchi would veer so drastically off course. She had drifted into the disaster-stricken zone and was forced to detour, eventually reaching the borders of the Aetherterran Kingdom.
Initially, she was suspected by the locals of being an illegal immigrant or spy from the Protoss Empire, but her quick escape skills allowed her to elude the guards.
Learning about the bizarre state of the Northern Continent, she realized that her lack of identification further complicated her situation in the Aetherterran Kingdom.
Thus, she decided to seek help from the Temple of the Goddess of Fate, requesting an audience with the three leaders of the church.
The trio had become quite renowned in the Aetherterran Kingdom; not only had they reached the sixth rank after the shadow world incident, but they were also at the forefront of eradicating heretical cults within the kingdom.
With the assistance of the border town's church officials, they were promptly notified of the arrival of the spiritual mentor's dear friend from the Southern Continent, and they hastened to the border town that very night.
Upon locating Sybillian, they invited her to the Temple of the Goddess of Fate in the Aetherterran capital.
"In addition to helping you obtain official identification in the Kingdom of Aetherterran, it is said that there is also an order from the Saintess."
"Why does the Saintess want to see me?"
As they walked through the temple, Sybillian asked with some trepidation in her voice.
Even the echoing footsteps in the vast hall made her anxious. She couldn't shake the fear that Lanchi might have caused too much trouble... perhaps the Saintess was looking to settle the score.
"Rest assured, the Saintess only heard that you are a half-demon with silver hair and amber eyes, and she instructed us to bring you to her," the priest replied gently.
"That's good," Sybillian said, feeling relieved.
Looking at the three of them now, she felt they had returned to their normal selves, a late-stage symptom of Lanchi's condition—they actually appeared more normal than before.
As long as they weren't here to make her take the fall for Lanchi, she really couldn't handle that burden.
She wondered how Lanchi, the root of all this, was doing. Sybillian worried about him all day.
The Great Lover reassured her that Lanchi was fine. After all, if he died, the Great Lover would also cease to exist.
With the Great Lover on her, she could always locate Lanchi. As long as they were within a certain distance, the Great Lover could sense his presence. However, if Lanchi was currently within the borders of the Protoss Empire, she didn't know how she would be able to sneak in.
The four of them continued through the solemn interior of the temple, where sunlight filtered through the colored glass dome, creating a kaleidoscope of colorful lights and shadows that danced across the space.
Looming columns encircled the grand hall, adorned with exquisite bas-reliefs, each one telling ancient tales.
Finally, they reached a massive door deep within the temple.
The stone of the door seemed to be woven from pure white jade and deep gray stone, and even before stepping inside, one could sense the cool atmosphere within.
The priest guarding the door exchanged greetings with the three clergy members and Sybillian, then knocked on the stone door.
"Saintess, Miss Sybillian has arrived."
"Please come in."
A gentle voice, as if carrying a frosty breath, floated out from behind the door.
Sybillian bade a temporary farewell to the three priests and pushed open the heavy door.
Before her was a spacious hall, several stories high, resembling an exquisite private library, with walls lined floor to ceiling with ecclesiastical books.
Seated in the center of the room, on a sofa in the discussion area, was a woman with white hair and silver eyes.
Her features were flawless, like a perfect sculpture, and her demeanor was as graceful as an elf in the moonlight. Only the gentle rise and fall of her chest betrayed the fact that she was a living being and not a mere work of art.
What surprised Sybillian the most was that the Saintess made no attempt to conceal her true form. Although others might not be able to pinpoint her race, Sybillian recognized it instantly—
The Saintess was also a half-demon, without the telltale horns, her only demonic feature being her slightly pointed ears.
But Sybillian had never seen such a beautiful demon before. Rather than an evil creature, she resembled a snow sprite, pure and unblemished.
"Many years ago, before I became the Saintess of the Temple of the Goddess of Fate, people called me the Ice Snow Witch, and I, too, was once a great demon."
As if reading Sybillian's thoughts, the Saintess spoke softly.
Although her gaze was filled with arrogance and aloofness, as if pushing everyone away, there was also a hint of warmth hidden within, which put Sybillian's worries to rest, at least for the moment.
"Saintess, why have you asked to see me? Is there something you require of me?" Sybillian asked bluntly, hoping that whatever it was, it had nothing to do with Lanchi.
"Before that, I have a question for you," the Ice Snow Witch said, her eyes fixed on Sybillian.
"What is your relationship with Yfatia, or Talia, if you prefer?"
(End of Chapter)
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