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Chapter 815: Sister of Sister of Sister Efa Tiya (Part 2)
Chapter 815: Sister of Sister of Sister Efa Tiya (Part 2)
They couldn't handle other possible unknown variables and had to consider retaining enough strength to withdraw smoothly.
Abigail's expression turned worried.
"If we don't have the best combat power on National Day, can we consider finding a better day in the future?"
Talia comforted Abigail, telling her not to worry.
After all, the Imperial Archangels couldn't all stay in the capital, Brillada, on other days.
Only the First Archangel, the Seat of Diamond, Heston, and the Sixth Archangel, the Seat of Water Sapphire, Violet, were permanently stationed there.
Most of the other Archangels' whereabouts would be close to the front line, with at most one or two possibly returning suddenly.
"This gamble is more dangerous, and the longer it drags on, the more unknowns there are."
Abigail shook her head.
She would rather attack Blood Moon City with their current strength on National Day than take a risk on another day.
She always felt that the chaos in the Kreith Empire was more complex than that in the Shadow World's Honing Empire. If they let time ferment, it might reach a point where they lost their intelligence advantage and completely lost control.
"Torliado, where do you rank among the Archangels?"
Lanchi couldn't help but ask.
"I'm sure I can't beat the Sixth Archangel, the Seat of Water Sapphire, Violet, but I should be able to handle the Seventh Archangel, the Seat of Blood Jade, Philip."
Torliado explained.
"What about Sid?"
Lanchi asked Torliado again.
He found that Torliado seemed to have a clear understanding of the strengths of other Eighth-Rank powerhouses.
Torliado, the master of escape, had always been reckless but had always survived, so he was better than anyone at sensing strength and weakness.
"I might be able to fight the Second Archangel, the Seat of Obsidian, Sarron."
Torliado answered seriously.
"Is the First Archangel stronger than me?"
Sigrid asked Torliado with a hint of displeasure.
In fact, she was just one step away from faith power to advance to the Ninth Rank.
"That guy can't be described by common sense. Even if he's a Ninth Rank, I'd believe it."
Torliado had lived for so long and had seen Ninth Ranks in the Old Demon World, so he understood the extent of the feeling that Heston gave him.
"..."
Sigrid didn't want to argue anymore.
She couldn't beat a Ninth Rank.
Only at night, with the werewolf's blessing, could she barely exchange two moves with a Ninth Rank, but she absolutely couldn't win.
Lanchi's simulated peak Pope Lancross in the Mirror of Tiberius could suppress the four Eighth-Rank Saint Puke Lantian Kingdom members led by Xigelei, even without his human-specific attack.
Even a Ninth Rank like Duke Lashall could handle three standard Cardinal Bishops without issue.
"So when we can't determine the whereabouts of the Imperial Archangels, challenging Blood Moon City is too dangerous. We must act on National Day, and during this time, Torliado and I will also try to recruit reliable allies."
Lanchi confirmed their plan.
Abigail shared the same opinion.
"We also have the support of Her Highness Princess Alexia and the four companions she found. Perhaps some of them have influence within the Empire."
Torliado leaned forward optimistically as he spoke.
"We will also cooperate with you fully.
Abigail turned to Lan Qi, reassuring her.
She would protect the Creedentia Empire, the country she loved.
She would never allow these vampires to occupy their territory again.
"Go for it!"
Talia cheered them on, munching on coconut cookies as she spoke.
She had been listening to their conversation from the side.
Their goals seemed to be threefold.
First, they wanted to help Lan Qi climb another rung of the ladder in the Empire and gain a voice in the new Magic Energy Organization Committee.
Second, they aimed to find the recently out-of-contact Princess Alexi or the companions she had recruited.
Lastly, they were preparing for the final battle—the siege of Bloodmoon City.
"..."
The other four glanced at the box of coconut cookies and realized there were only four left.
The rest had disappeared while they were talking.
"What are you all looking at me for?"
Talia looked around in confusion, her fingers glistening with oil and crumbs from the cookie pastry.
Lan Qi struggled to hold back a smile, while Sigrid seemed to be recalling how many cookies were in the box to begin with.
Abigail felt like advising Talia to come down from the stage and join the play. On stage, she could eat as many props as she wanted, and by the time the play ended, she would have finished them all.
"Hmm, my mana seems to be sufficient to bring Ifatiya here."
Toriado stood up, breaking the awkward atmosphere, and walked towards the bookshelf wall in the mansion.
With a distance of over ten kilometers, transmitting an Eighth Rank individual weaker than him shouldn't be a problem.
He focused on the spatial spell, closing his eyes to search for coordinates. Then, on the bookshelf wall, he drew a circle that emitted silver sparks, connecting to another space barrier constructed by Abigail.
The silver arc in front of the circle gradually distorted, its color fading until a vortex appeared, transforming into an almost illusory circular door.
The previously unimaginable mana once again burst forth in this space, capturing their attention.
Lan Qi couldn't help but marvel at this ultra-long-distance teleportation spell, which showcased its noble attribute.
If not for the all-encompassing barrier, the endpoint of the Eighth Rank peak mana fluctuation would have undoubtedly alerted the Creedentia Empire.
On the other side, in the silver-white palace with floating snowflakes, a figure noticed the mana fluctuation.
She had silver-colored short hair, with slightly curled ends that reached her jaw, giving her a carefree and fresh look.
But in her reddish-brown eyes, there was already a look of delight.
"What do you want from me!"
Ifatiya exclaimed with joy as she jumped out of the spatial door and spoke to them.
She immediately noticed Talia and Lan Qi sitting in the mansion's living room, along with an unfamiliar fair-haired woman with purple eyes.
She never expected the second floor of the opera house to become even livelier.
"Brother and Sister, you're back!"
Ifatiya happily pounced towards the sofa, landing directly on Talia's lap and lying still.
She had thought that her sister's trip to the Shadow World would take many more days.
"My little princess, you mustn't go back through the teleportation gate today. In just one month, you've grown stronger again."
Toriado covered his forehead, feeling a bit dizzy.
"No, Aibo, if I leave the barrier, the vampires will sense it, and I can't take a car back."
Ifatiya hurriedly apologized to Toriado while lying down.
She didn't even want to get up to apologize.
Toriado waved his hand, too lazy to explain to this spoiled little princess.
"What a cute child."
Sigrid stared at the relaxed girl lying on Talia's lap, likely realizing that this was the Ifatiya Talia and Lan Qi had mentioned.
Indeed, she was a super beauty.
Sigrid vaguely recalled a famous painting from the Southern Continent that had been replicated and circulated in the Northern Continent.
The painting depicted a serene and peaceful scene.
A beautiful girl in a long dress lay on a four-poster bed.
Her delicate eyebrows were slightly closed, her rosy lips slightly parted, and her expression was tranquil and gentle, like an angel in slumber.
Her silver hair spread out on the white pillow, and the white silk sheets accentuated her porcelain-like skin. Outside the window was a lush forest, with verdant trees and dappled sunlight filtering through the window lattice, casting moving shadows on the girl's body.
She bore a striking resemblance to the child before them.
But that painting was from some time ago, and over a decade had passed since then. The sleeping beauty in the painting should have grown up and no longer be a girl.
"Who is this?"
Ifatiya slightly turned her body to notice Sigrid beside Lan Qi.
The moment she saw her, Ifatiya instinctively felt that the other party was strong.
Moreover, she swallowed her saliva, as if wanting to bite the other party's neck, drink their blood, and let her whole body's Blood King's Fire burn and become scorching hot, with the pain intensifying.
She shook her head, trying to keep herself awake.
From the branch-like crimson cracks on Ifatiya's neck, the lava-like mana veins wandered, constantly scorching her, causing her to endure unbearable pain that couldn't heal.
She had never experienced such a strange impulse.
"Don't worry, Ifatiya, this is normal after being affected by the Blood King's Fire. You'll have a strong desire for a possible antidote."
Lan Qi spoke to Ifatiya.
"Antidote?"
Ifatiya sat up in confusion, looking at Lan Qi and Sigrid.
"She's the high-level savior of the Wolf Clan, Miss West."
Talia reassured her sister.
"..."
Ifatiya glanced at the solar calendar on the wall of Abigail's mansion.
She remembered that it had been less than a month since Lan Qi said he would help her find an antidote, and sometimes even international express deliveries wouldn't be this fast.
"Waaah, thank you so much."
Ifatiya started crying with emotion.
She had never met such a reliable person.
They promised to help her with the antidote, and without any pretense, they immediately took action.
This was no different from making a wish.
"You should thank Aibo more; he exhausted his mana to help teleport West here."
Lan Qi said with a smile.
"Thank you, Aibo. You're truly reliable when it comes to handling important matters."
Ifatiya beamed at Toriado and saluted him.
"You should thank West. She heard that you needed help and came to the opera house."
Toriado felt that Ifatiya's description sounded like she was implying that he was usually unreliable.
I would say that Ifatiya is the most respected demon in the entire demon realm.
"Miss West, I really don't know how to repay you."
Ifatiya looked at Sigrid with tears of gratitude.
"It's nothing. You're Tata's sister, so you're like my sister."
Sigrid picked up the glass that Abigail had prepared on the coffee table, and with a sharp breath, she lightly drew her fingertip across her wrist, causing a bloodline to slowly appear, and fresh red blood began to drip into the cup.
After a while, Lan Qi grabbed Sigrid's elbow, and Sigrid understood that it was enough.
The wound on her hand healed instantly, and she handed over a half-filled cup of blood to Ifatiya.
"..."
Ifatiya stared at the wolf's blood filled with icy chill, her throat making a gurgling sound as if it was hard to imagine how much thirst could be quenched by drinking it.
She closed her eyes and drank the crimson liquid in the cup in one gulp.
The moment the blood entered her throat, a chilling sensation instantly filled her entire body, as if she was in an ice cave. After a moment, a warm current rose from her lower abdomen and quickly spread to her limbs and bones.
Ifatiya felt a surge of wild vitality within her body, like a raging fire burning her, or a giant wave crashing over her. Her originally pale skin gradually turned rosy, almost as if she had been reborn, and the crimson cracks around her neck gradually faded, turning into a light blush that slowly disappeared into her skin, leaving no trace.
The lava-like mana veins also began to fade, becoming light and gentle, no longer burning her body. A layer of faint frost appeared on her skin, as if she had donned a thin veil woven from moonlight.
"Phew—"
Ifatiya exhaled, feeling light and free, with the pain vanishing without a trace.
Her appearance became even more elegant and ethereal, like a celestial spirit who had descended to the mortal realm. Her eyes and brows exuded an aura of transcendence and detachment.
From then on, she was no longer plagued by curses and pain, and the mana in her body broke free from its shackles, rising once again.
"Does it not hurt anymore?"
Talia held her sister's arms, turning her over to inspect her, making sure that her sister's body was not being eroded by the Blood King's Divine Fire.
Originally, Talia had thought that with her own level rising from 82 to 84 in the Shadow World, she had narrowed the gap with her sister, who was originally at the quasi-bishop level of 85. But unexpectedly, her sister had become even stronger, and now she was probably at level 86, very close to the bishop level of 87.
However, Talia didn't have time to worry about that. Even if she had to remain at the bottom of the demon hierarchy, she just wanted her sister to be well.
"Yes, I've resurrected!"
Ifatiya said happily.
"So, wait a bit longer, and then you can go home with your sister. Don't make me open the door for you again."
Toriado sat back down next to Lan Qi, shaking his head helplessly.
"Ifatiya, I've already prepared a room for you. From now on, we sisters can chat every day without needing to use communication magic."
Talia took Ifatiya's hand and spoke eagerly.
"Can I live with you?"
Ifatiya looked at Lan Qi, asking him timidly.
She didn't want to disturb her sister and Lan Qi's life, and seeing Lan Qi and Miss West's intimate gestures, Ifatiya was also curious about Lan Qi's home.
"This..."
Lan Qi hesitated, deep in thought.
He was afraid that Ifatiya would get used to calling him 'brother' and wouldn't be able to change back when they returned to Hutton Kingdom. He would then have no face to face Huberia.
The good news is that I've found your mother for you.
The bad news is that I've taught your mother to be my sister.
This doesn't sound like something a person would say.
"If you don't mind me, then it's no problem. I'll also stay at their place for now."
Sigrid answered Ifatiya with an air of authority.
She was Lan Qi's superior and Tata's sister), so she was naturally the head of the family.
What she said went.
"How could that be? You're my savior, Sister West!"
Ifatiya immediately poured out her true feelings to this big sister with such a spirited demeanor,
"I really like you, and I want to get to know you and talk to you."
"Wait..."
Lan Qi hurriedly tried to stop her.
But before he could finish, Ifatiya started crying.
"Thank you, you're all such good people."
Ifatiya sobbed as she spoke,
Wiping away the tears that kept flowing from her invisible eyes with her hands.
The reunion of the Alansar family was something she wouldn't have dared to dream of, even in her wildest dreams.
Fortunately, she had so many friends to help her.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Sigrid quickly sat down across from her to comfort Ifatiya, not expecting that her words would make Ifatiya cry again.
"..."
Lan Qi's eyes were wide with shock, his voice choking.
In this atmosphere, if he didn't let Ifatiya, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, reunite with her sister, he would be the villain.
"Since I used your blood, from now on you're my family! I have quite a bit of family wealth in Icrite, so when you come to Hutton Kingdom, I'll take you to play in the royal capital, and you can stay at my place."
Ifatiya hugged Sigrid, making a promise.
"Actually, I have another sister, and she's also in Icrite..."
Sigrid pressed her index finger against her cheek, thinking that it was quite a coincidence.
She not only planned to go to Icrite Academy as an exchange student, but also intended to disguise herself as Sigray to visit her sister.
"Really?"
Ifatiya looked up curiously, releasing Sigrid.
Talia also looked over in confusion.
She never knew that West had a sister in the Southern Continent.
"She's not in the Creedentia Empire right now, but she's definitely in Icrite. I'll introduce her to you when I have the chance."
Sigrid clenched her fist in anticipation.
"I'm a little excited to meet the sister of my sister's sister. I wonder what kind of person she is."
Ifatiya placed her hands in a ten-fold gesture beside her cheeks, her face full of fantasy as she spoke.
She must be an extraordinary woman.
In the distance.
Lan Qi had gone numb, slumped on the sofa with his face covered.
Only the little black coal ball was patting his shoulder.
"What's all this about? Please, let's end this... I can't take it anymore."
A whimpering tremor escaped Lan Qi's lips.
(End of Chapter)
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