Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 40 Yeats
"Is that so? I can only blame myself for my half-baked skills back then."
The girl said, and walked up to the advisor of the Takma Order with a majestic step that was not in line with her age and status.
She looked up at the old man, her eyes like an emperor examining his subjects.
"It is your responsibility to avoid all unexpected factors."
She looked directly into the other person's eyes and said this, her childish voice revealing the majesty of a superior.
"The return of a person who has been missing for more than a thousand years is not an unexpected factor that we can foresee."
The old man named Hill answered as if complaining.
After that, the old man and the young man looked at each other for several seconds, and then the "girl" lowered her voice and asked:
"So that was really him?"
"It's just a shadow."
Hill replied.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the bronze holy emblem hanging on the other person's chest and continued:
"It's a temporary illusion created by distorting light. It's the same as you... or at least no more real than you are now. After all, you still have a fulcrum in the real world to support you."
When he spoke of the fulcrum, his finger pointed towards "Diana's" face.
"A fulcrum that can only carry less than 30% of my strength? The current cult is a bunch of rubbish. Even if they ask those beings in the Moon Realm for help, they can't make a fulcrum of this level."
As the other party spoke, a look of deep disappointment that was totally inconsistent with his age appeared on his face.
"As soon as that man came back, he triggered a tidal effect throughout the entire world. Even with more than 800 years of preparation, those idiots were unable to completely erase all traces of his existence..."
As he spoke, he took a deep breath of the mist floating around.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Morton on the side looked at the two men in confusion.
He first looked at "Diana", whose words and actions were clearly no longer the same girl as before, and then looked at the member of the Takma sect called Hill. After hesitating for a while, he continued to ask:
"Who is she?"
"As you can see, the Eighth Order's Divine Inspirer."
Consultant named Hill replied.
"Nonsense."
Morton said as he pulled out his blood-red sword. Golden lines clung to the blade, and a layer of faint flames burned on it.
"What did you call her just now... Terra? The founding emperor of the empire? Explain it to me clearly, what exactly do you want to do? Did you play a trick on me when you said you would use the Inspired One of the Eighth Holy Spirit as a sacrifice to crown the new king?"
Morton raised his sword and pointed it at the elderly advisor and asked threateningly.
The coronation of the new king has always been the core part of the coronation ceremony. However, the last Mist King of Ava was thousands of years ago. If he wants to make his favorite queen, Remedios Moonshadow, take the throne, he must find a sacrifice that can replace the Mist King.
And this sacrifice is the divinely inspired one of the "Eighth Holy Spirit" - they can represent the emperor of the empire who was recorded in the history of the high elves as having died in the Battle of Wandering and became a Mist Ghost. The divinely inspired one is fully capable of taking on the position.
But from what these two people say, it doesn't seem like they actually intend to do that.
At this time, Diana focused her attention on Morton, whom she brought with her. She smiled and explained:
"It's normal for you to have doubts... The thing is, right now, in the Terra Church in Wanren City, Storm Province, about tens of thousands of kilometers away from here, a few people are impersonating us and holding a grand resonance ceremony."
Morton remembered that the "girl" in front of him had said before that the layout of the Terra Church in Wanren City was exactly the same as the throne room here.
"Resonance Ritual?"
Although he had a vague guess, Morton still asked.
“To put it simply, it is a mirror image that resonates with symbolic concepts, and the physical distance of the model lake breaks down the same ritual into several places to be performed simultaneously.”
Hill explained.
"By the way, the genius who developed this ritual was exiled to the continent of Vic because of it. Later, he received help from a noble person and used this technology with the stars as a carrier in a subsequent massive project. It eventually became a peak that future magic chanters could never reach."
"Diana" had a strange smile on her face and continued speaking after Hill had finished speaking.
Although it seemed like she was adding something, "she" was actually looking at Hill.
"Okay, you don't need to remind me about Ye Zhi. Letting him leave Ava was the worst decision I've ever made in my life."
Hill replied, his voice full of melancholy.
"So you think it's the right decision to let him stay in Ava State to continue his research?"
"It was the right decision to imprison him in the Demon Prison directly after discovering that his research was out of control."
"It is foolish to try to keep a wild animal in a cage."
"It is cruel to release a fierce animal directly into the flock of sheep."
"If you have to choose between cruelty and stupidity, I think you will make the right choice."
Diana shrugged.
Ye Zhi, one of the three giants in the Unification War, the chief magician of Terra Riel, the first president of the Star Council, the designer and executor of the Star Law. He is also the second and last magic chanter in history after William Kane to practice all thirteen spells to the pinnacle of the divine realm.
The official historians of the empire have always believed that Yeats's absence from the expedition to Ava because he was busy formulating the laws of the stars was the biggest cause of the defeat in the Wandering Campaign, even more so than the inexplicable storm.
"You mean to say that Yeats was a taqma?"
Morton asked in surprise.
“Not only that, but he’s also the best Takma.”
The "girl" answered with a smile, and then she continued:
"His conception at that time allowed me to touch a corner of eternity and pointed out a path leading to the ultimate..."
As she spoke, she looked at Hill who was standing beside her and continued:
"If you hadn't stopped me back then, this road could have shortened the journey by more than 800 years."
The truth behind Yeats's non-participation in the Ava expedition was that Hill had issued a warning on behalf of the Takma Order that if he, a former Takma, participated, the Takma Order would abandon its neutrality and form an alliance with Ava to fight the enemy.
Hill pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Of course, even if it's eight hundred years late, it's not too late. From the perspective of eternal time, these are just a momentary experience...Are they coming back soon?"
As she spoke, she looked at the egg-shaped mist ball on the throne that began to shake.
"A shadow of the past, and an outdated person. I never thought that in order to open up the future, I would eventually have to fight against the past..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fog dissipated like melting ice and snow.
On the throne, a female elf dressed in elegant clothes and wearing a crown that looked like silver mist, tore off the chains wrapped around her body like a spider web.
Next to her stood a man with gray hair and silver eyes.
"Yes, we still have to contend with the past."
The man looked at "Diana" and said.
