Chapter 89 - 89: Gwyddiens Realization (2/2)

'An Oracle who can wield the Seven Layer Elemental spell?' Gwyddien murmured.

Only one person came to mind, but he still denies the possibility. She can't be Lady Emilia.

'Eu is the Grand Oracle...?' Gwyddien thought as his eyes widen, and he came to a realization.

Nobody knew who the Grand Oracle is. Even the Oracles Clan themselves are not aware of her presence.

She always stays anonymous even if she gets involved in issues regarding Lower Astra.

”Who are you? How dare you enter without permission!”

”I already announce my arrival, yet you ignored me. How can I continue to wait?” Eu coldly responded.

Eu is like a different person as she converses with them. Eirwen started to profusely sweats as he continues to listen.

”Cousin, please stop her. We are outnumbered.” he whispered.

Di'Anon, on the other hand, ignored him and sighs. As much as he wanted to, there is no stopping Eu once she has decided to do something.

Gwyddien is still in a dazed as everything continues to unfold. If he is correct on his speculation, he can't believe the infamous, Grand Oracle mentored him.

”You insolent little girl!”

”I advise you to lower your weapons and summon your Grand Elder. I assure you it is for the best.” she responded.

The man's face twitched as he feels her very oppressive aura. Even with high numbers, their odds against her are still very slim.

The tension continues to build up between them as Eu looks at them with nonchalance. The silence continues to drag until an old man finally made his appearance.

”Stand down.”

Everyone's attention was drawn to the raspy voice of an old man. His platinum long hair cascades behind his back, his eyes are silver and droopy.

His long beard mostly covers his face, and he is dressed in dark moss green robes. He strolls towards them as his eyes curves like crescent moons that indicates his amus.e.m.e.nt.

”Grand Elder Dryad!”

”Took you long enough.” Eu casually said.

”Show some respect! How dare you...!”

The old man raises his hand to silence them and to repeat his command. The Trents lowered their spears and bows their head.

”It's okay. It was my mistake not to open the gates sooner. Greetings, young Oracle. You finally came.” He chuckles.

The old man seems amused to see a familiar face and enjoys teasing her. Gwyddien can assume they are relatively acquainted.

”Greetings, Grand Elder Dryad. I am Oracle Eu.” Eu responded.

”Ah, of course. How is Grand Elder Enoch? We used to drink before that dreadful incident. I can't seem to locate that old man...” the elderly comment.

Eu smiles and heaves a heavy sigh. She is not there for sentimental conversation, and this old man steers away from the topic.

She looks at him with a stoic expression as he continues to spurt out more nonsense.

Meanwhile, everyone has calmed down as the nonchalant Grand Elder converse with Eu. Eu's barrier is also gone, and her friends have finally let out a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Gwyddien can't believe these men are Trents. He is expecting wood men roaming around or talking trees.

He creases his brows as he narrowed his eyes and drowns into a contemplation. How can they be different from the Divine Witch description?

”Young Witch, do you also come for an audience?” Grand Elder Dryad asked as he shifted his attention.

He was caught off guard as he stammers for a response. He didn't know what or how to respond to his inquiry.

”I...” he began.

”You think the Trents are like wooden men roaming around? You are utterly speechless in disbelief?” he jestingly asked as he put the words into his mouth.

”Yes!” Gwyddien mindlessly responded in agreement.

There was silence as everyone looks at him in disbelief. Eirwen, who is standing beside him gulps.

”No... I...” Gwyddien tried to explain.

Unfortunately, he can't find words to help him retract his earlier response.

”Silly witch. You can't trust your Divine Witch words now that you have stayed here. You traveled with these foxes and lived with a White Tiger guardian. You met the Divine Phoenix Lord and even his younger apprentice, Guardian Vermilion bird. How can you still believe her, after all that?” the elder asked.

Gwyddien only purses his lips, unable to respond. He understood what he meant as he realized the lie for a long time but still decided to believe them either way.