Chapter 609 - v3c374 Requiem(24) (1/2)

v3c374

Requiem(24)

Medusa Lysemeka stood in awe at the side of the pit, looking at the supreme creation of the Buga Mage. The bronze giant stood under the heavy rain, and then it turned into a lightning bolt, shooting straight to the sky. It disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

This is a masterpiece, she thought.

It was a pity that the one who controlled them was not from Jorgendy Ridge, but from the All For One society’s cultists. No one liked the evil cultists, as did Lysemeka, but for certain reasons, she could only endure the hatred she had for them.

The beautiful lady could not help but s.h.i.+ver when she thought of the Devil Lord, whose body gave off the smell of sulfur.

She then diverted her own attention to the pit. The first t.i.tan Statue was heading towards the battlefield. and the remaining statue was in the middle of activating itself too.

She saw the human dressed in n.o.ble clothing walk towards the t.i.tan Statue. A ladder had been set up and there were many cultists clad in robes from the All For One society. This was like a festival for them. Lysemeka suddenly remembered that this guy was a marquis.

Too bad that she always held disdain for human n.o.bles.

She looked away subconsciously, but immediately saw the last thing she wanted to see.

……

“White Mist, did you hear that? They are heading towards Brendel, what should we do? Such a big statue… Brendel surely can’t beat it,” the merchant girl said nervously after a.s.sessing the situation.

“Oh, then what are you planning to do?”

“Well, I don’t know..”

“Can we get in by cutting a path through?”

“What do you think?”

“Then what should we do!”

“There’s no way, Romaine. Some things cannot be stopped by manpower. But when you become stronger in the future, you can avenge him,” White Mist replied blandly.

The merchant girl fell into dead silence.

“White Mist. Do you think Brendel can beat them?” She asked.

“No, he can’t. That’s a t.i.tan Statue. None of us are capable of facing it. There are two t.i.tan Statues too. Admit your fate, Romaine. A witch must learn how to see fate and not change it. No one can change fate,” White Mist replied. As a contract spirit, human’s emotions were unnecessary for her.

“I don’t want to.” Romaine shook her head. “My fellow witch said it too. I’m a sorceress, not a witch, and I’m going to save Brendel.”

“So how are you planning to save him?” White Mist asked Romaine, obviously not taking Romaine’s words seriously as she stared at Romaine with blank, dead eyes.

“I… I… ” The merchant girl looked outside nervously, but then it seemed like she had made up her mind when she spoke again. “I know, I’m going to s.n.a.t.c.h that stone statue here!”

“If you are slightly stronger, it might be possible,” White Mist replied calmly, “Every time I told you to practice your witch arts, you always found various excuses to avoid it. At your current level of skill, you will only get killed out there.”

“No, I won’t.” Romaine shook her head. When she spoke, it was as though she was encouraging herself. “Brendel said it too. Romaine will become a great merchant. Brendel will never lie to me.”

“Romaine.”

“Yes?”

“You’re such a fool.”

The merchant girl giggled. “Brendel said so too, but Romaine is actually really smart.”

Some people were smart because they could see through everything. When the mist of the future covered a mortal’s eyes, only a wise man would be able to reach the final result. However, some people were smart because they could see through people’s hearts from the beginning.

Only a few people would understand what kind of ideals and beliefs they were tirelessly pursuing.

For Medusa Lysemeka, she probably had not thought about what she wanted to pursue. As a resident of the underground of Jorgendy Ridge, it was already a precious feat for her to survive until now. She merely wanted to maintain her status as much as possible, to prevent her lord from abandoning her during a mission like she was just dust.

She had seen too many similar tragedies.

Therefore, she was accustomed to being well-organized and careful when planning her moves. She must go forward step by step in order to prevent herself from falling into the abyss of unresolved disasters because of those unexpected changes. Until now, her plans had always paid off most handsomely, until she saw a little girl in a merchant’s dress rush out from the ruins and run towards the t.i.tan Statue.

Somehow or other…

For the first time, she sensed that there might be a serious flaw buried in her delicate plan. Right at that moment, she suddenly thought of the times where Sir Benninger was suddenly spotted by the Eagle Demons.

It was perhaps intuition, or a moment of fortune which made her let out a roar. “Stop that little girl! Don’t let her get closer to the t.i.tan Statue!”

The evil cultists on the outermost perimeter were the first to react.

These lunatics and b.a.s.t.a.r.ds looked back nervously, only to see a beautiful merchant lady who was running, her hand lifting up her skirt. Everyone could not help but feel relieved. and they even started to blame Lysemeka for making a huge fuss.

It’s just a little kitten who lost her way.

The cultists near her stopped subconsciously. They watched, calm and composed, as their companion walked alone in front of them and stopped the little girl. All of their faces showed the same look of amus.e.m.e.nt and antic.i.p.ation.

But they would soon regret it.