Irithea expressed her affection for the 【Blade of Praising Gods】 without reservation; she was truly yearning for it.
However, no matter how extraordinary a 【witch】 may be, she cannot truly make every wish come true. If she could, the entire world would descend into chaos. Would she simply pluck the stars and moon from the sky if she asked for them?
Well, that might actually be possible.
Ahem. In any case, the wheel of destiny only guarantees smooth sailing within the scope of the 【witches' feast】.
That is why Faust requested the royal sister to continue writing a portion of the 【witches' feast】.
Possessing the soul of a story compiler, Yusewood’s authority is limited to three things: weaving dreams, prophesying the future, and... overwriting reality.
The first two carry almost no risk; everyone does them. Only overwriting reality is akin to tweaking the nose of a tiger. The prince felt anxious, unsure if it would take effect.
But the duel at the banquet proved that continuing the story does indeed work.
So, what remains to be seen is just how high the priority of the 【witch】 is. It is known that a 【brave one】 can serve as a stepping stone for the 【witch】, but what if one were to directly cancel the fate-star of a 【brave one】? Is that possible too?
"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
Seeing the Prince of Qingxi remain silent, Alexander prepared to turn and leave.
Although his words were not particularly polite, he did not believe Faust would commit the unforgivable act of killing for loot. After all, they were occult nobles; such vulgar acts of murder were beneath them.
Furthermore, although the title of 【brave one】 does not guarantee personal character, the brave ones certified by the Sanctuary throughout history have truly not been overly despicable. At the very least, in terms of magnanimity, they could be called a 【brave one】.
Alexander: "Solve the giants in the secret realm as soon as possible. I still have to go to the fiend defense line later. Before I came in, those rebels of the Second Empire were also reinforcing that area. Perhaps that evil dragon has made another move."
Faust: "What move could she make? I think even a dragon would not loosen the defense line. Moreover, it was Lian who stabilized the fiend defense line in the first place."
The fiend defense line, which had been bleeding the empire dry for so long, had ironically ceased to cause any trouble after the great cataclysm.
It was not that the endlessly surging fiends were good at reading the room and stopped attacking just because the empire was busy with a passionate civil war. It was that after the empire’s guardian fairy became a dragonfall, the first major thing Lian did was to head to the fiend defense line.
Then, this true dragon descended in person. Legend says that she simply tossed aside the wine cup she had just finished, and the mountain ranges stretching for a thousand miles were frozen solid.
It was not by using some frost spell; rather, the mountains before the fiend defense line had their time frozen.
Whether it was the undulating peaks, the surging fiends, or the permanent fortifications left behind by the empire, everything seemed to have been sealed into amber, frozen with absolute precision at the very moment the true dragon descended.
Only a very small number of exits remained unfrozen, from which magical beasts still emerged sporadically.
Thanks to this, the empire no longer needed to commit a massive amount of fresh blood, leaving only a small garrison on-site. It was the only place where the two empires could still coexist peacefully.
"Lian..."
Alexander gripped his sword hilt, cold and detached:
"Why do you address the evil dragon by name? I cannot hear any hatred or hostility toward the evil dragon in your tone."
Faust spread his hands: "I just think that, after all, she protected the empire for a thousand years; there must be some lingering feelings. Otherwise, why would she freeze the fiend defense line? If she had simply let it go, wouldn't that have been more effective in achieving the goal of extinction?"
Seeing his princely colleague secretly trying to whitewash the evil dragon, Alexander opened his eyes wide in disbelief and said sharply:
"I cannot believe what I am hearing! A noble prince harboring fantasies about an evil dragon!"
Alexander clenched his fists, his voice filled with resentment:
"Even if she was once a noble fairy, after becoming a dragonfall, she no longer possesses any virtues. She is merely a pure monster, an evil god... Although she hasn't done anything now, that is nothing but a cunning disguise."
"It would not be strange for the evil dragon to commit any catastrophe. My mission is to slay the demonic dragon, regardless of the cost."
Faust watched as Alexander, appearing indignant at the thought of traveling with him, turned and left in a huff.
Is this intense hatred and extreme aversion toward the evil dragon part of the factory settings for a 【brave one】? Yet Artedinis did not seem to share this aversion.
"Sigh..."
Irithea scratched her head, her silver-white beast ears drooping, still immersed in her disappointment:
"What a pity. A sword that can chant poetry on its own, requires no maintenance, and has no fear of damage. If I had it, I would never have to carry a tactical box again."
Faust gave her a meaningful look:
"You could afford to be a little greedier. Who knows, perhaps a miracle might happen?"
The white wolf-girl smiled and, in a show of pretense, clasped her hands together: "Then I shall make a wish!"
...
For the rest of the day, Faust and his companions continued to search and hunt in the secret realm.
However, no matter how they searched, they could not find any additional Giant Kings.
The Giant Kings imprisoned in the secret realm were scarce to begin with; even in the ancient age, there were fewer than ten. After long periods of imprisonment, attrition, and mutual slaughter, fewer than half likely remained.
Artedinis, however, had slain the last Giant King and even specifically sought out Faust to flaunt her martial prowess to the prince.
Consequently, the prince's party could only slay the remaining common giants. Under the joint slaughter of the Sanctuary and the empire, this group of mindless monstrous beasts was basically wiped out.
"I don't think the gains from this trial were very significant."
The space inside the shuttle was relatively small, and it was slightly crowded for four people.
Selena sat in Faust's lap, brushed the hair behind her ears, and offered a sharp critique:
"We ran all the way here just to slay an ancient monstrous beast? But it doesn't matter to us; we can just treat it as a vacation."
The Midwinter princess lay on Faust’s chest, sniffing the man's deeply mellow scent along with Viviana beside her to replenish her energy.
Faust said calmly: "It is fine. I did not come here for the merit of the trial in the first place."
Irithea looked up: "Speaking of which, Faust has become quite close with the Imperial Princess. Is this the networking resource of someone who lays out their plans in advance?"
"That fellow... that was unexpected. Is it truly a good thing to be on her mind? Never mind, let's head back."
Faust shook his head, not discouraged by the failure of the experiment. Interfering with the 【witches' feast】 was a slow, meticulous project after all.
The prince intended to return to the original portal when, suddenly, the leaden sky of the secret realm began to churn, as if cyan-blue thunder were streaking through it, accompanied by a rumbling sound.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
Mephisto's voice, tinged with a hint of gloom, rang out in Faust's mind:
【She actually came through here. Hmph, is she that impatient?】
Who?
Before Faust could ask, a tremendously strong "presence" was transmitted over, so vast and profound that everything else seemed dim and pale, as illusory as foam.
It was a great existence that transcended the mortal realm.
"!!!"
Everyone touched by this "presence" instantly became solemn, feeling uncontrollable tremors and palpitations.
Faust was no stranger to this sensation; he had felt the same when the dragon's eye emerged.
"This is... a dragon?"
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