Chapter 9: Dark Huntress and the Saint (1/2)

*At the same time, roughly 2.000 miles to the northwest*

The Republic of Chartia was one of the frontier nations of the north. Occupying the freshly reclaimed lands on both sides of a thin sea, most of its populations was centred around several towns. On its outskirts, the wilderness reigned supreme.

That's why, when a huge ball of light suddenly shone several meters above the ground, there was no one to witness it. Passing unnoticed, this glorious, godly sight quickly diminished, blanking out into the nothingness of the dark sky.

But even if someone was lucky enough to witness this sight, they would still fall to notice two figures that appeared from that strange sphere of light.

Instantly falling down to the soft grass of the plain, by the time the two of them reached the ground, they already changed their location to a more suitable one.

Landing on her feet before dampening the momentum on his knees, Yelna released a pained groan. Holding the body of her husband in her arms, it was hard to soften this kind of drop.

”Thanks for the help.” Winking to the girl, Markus jumped down from her arms. Taking a quick look around, his usual, calm face stiffened.

”What the hell is this?” Cursing the unknown perpetrator of this disaster in her mind, Yelna pulled out her universal knife. Customised according to her own instruction, it was the only weapon she needed besides her enhanced bow to survive in any place and time.

But that didn't make it any easier to comprehend what was going on.

”It seems that my interpretation was off. Such changes to the terrain…” Kneeling down to grab a handful of earth before standing up and looking around, Markus looked down towards the line of the horizon.

”Stop playing around and just tell.” Cutting the mystical play of her partner, Yelna looked at him with a dark expression. Noticing the unfavourable look in his wife's eyes, Markus dropped the earth from his hand before taking a stoic expression as well.

”I think we… no, the world moved way further to the past than what we expected. I saw the effects of that arcana, it didn't interfere with our place, my barrier held against it properly. And that means…” Spreading his arms wide, Markus' expression soured.

”The first records of civilisation in the holy state reach as far as to the first era of the ancients… Could it be?” Bringing her hand up and rubbing her fingers against her chin, Yelna tapped her finger against her bottom lip.

”You know those records were quite doubtful. Let's not be as negative. After all, there is no possible way to gather sufficient energy to push the entire world so far back to the past!” Protesting against his wife's suggestion, fluttering his white saint's robe to the back, he blinked a few times before looking again at his wife.

Her elegant, simple outfit that she liked to wear turned now to its battle version. Creeping upwards of her skin, it quickly covered the entire body of the female. Due to its dark and green colour, it instantly melded the girl's figure into the background, making it extremely hard even for Markus to spot her.

”Then all we need to do is to find the culprit and get him to reverse the spell. Isn't that right?” Raising her hand once again, Yelna suddenly noticed the motion, forcefully stopping her hand in the tracks.