A massive Weave covered the entire Empire. Information flowed through the Weave, and energy flowed through the Weave. The once loose and isolated human society had never been so tightly and efficiently connected together. Even if something happened in a distant land, it could cross thousands of miles in an instant.
Greene, the tower keeper, was wearing a loose shirt as he sat in his workshop. The double-layered windows blocked the howling cold wind outside the tower, and the heating system inside the tower made the room as warm as the afternoon between spring and summer. The room, which was not too big, was rather quiet. Other than the occasional buzzing or clicking of some machinery, the only sound that could be heard was the sizzling of the food being heated on the nearby heating table.
Above the small magic net terminal in front of Greene, a big boy with freckles on his face appeared in the holographic projection. He said excitedly, "… The course on neural networks is very interesting. Mr. Magnum is actually a very interesting teacher. Although he has a loud voice, I recently found that he is not as old-fashioned as other teachers …"
"Are you getting used to life there?" Greene could not help but smile. "Are the things in the imperial capital expensive? Do you have enough money? "
"You always ask this. I have enough, don't worry." Storm's face in the holographic projection showed a helpless expression. "There are shops and cafeterias in the college area for students and teachers. Things are cheaper than in the countryside. I also found a part-time job that doesn't affect my studies. I'm helping out in the school's laboratory, and I get three pounds a week."
"Oh … That's good …" Greene nodded. He could not imagine life in the college, and he did not understand what kind of 'work' it was for a student to help out in the school's laboratory. But from the elated look on his First Born's face and the description, Greene could still feel a sense of contentment and happiness.
"Ah, I have to go. It's almost time. I have a class later."
"Okay, okay. Take care of yourself over there. Don't get into trouble with your classmates …"
The holographic projection disappeared, and the runes on the base of the magic net terminal dimmed one by one. Greene blinked, shook his head with a smile, and got up from behind the table.
Sending his First Born to the Imperial College seemed to be the right choice. Storm was still very motivated far away from home, and this made the scrivener-turned-tower keeper proud and expectant.
Looks like there is going to be a promising and decent person in the family, the tower keeper thought.
He was in a good mood as he walked towards the heating station not far away, preparing to take the food that had been heated. However, he had only taken three to five steps when a crisp chime sounded from behind him, and the Mana Net terminal on the table lit up once more.
This' ringtone 'was the result of the technicians upgrading the equipment in recent weeks. The magicians in the Imperial Capital had made some improvements to the magic net terminal, replacing the less noticeable buzzing sound with a louder ringtone. In Greene's view, this improvement was very effective. The ringtone was much more penetrating than the buzzing sound. Now, even if he stayed in the next room, he would not miss the important message.
The tower keeper turned his head and saw that the magic net terminal had activated on its own. The holographic projection above the terminal showed the rotating emblem of the Imperial Network Control Center. He immediately got serious and quickly came to the table. The terminal automatically connected and showed the emblem of the control center. This meant that the message was broadcasted directly by the Imperial Capital HQ. Such messages were usually of great importance!
After a few seconds of ringing, a message was sent from the Imperial Headquarters. The printing device on the table that was connected to the Mana Net terminal immediately activated on its own. Amidst the sound of gears and the friction of paper in the machine, Greem watched as the intricate device quickly spat out a document.
He stepped forward and pulled the paper clip of the printing device, cutting the document from the continuous roll of paper. Then, his eyes fell on the solidified and cooled ink. The words at the beginning of the document came into view.
"From Cecil, Imperial Magic Net Communication Administration. Forwarded to all hubs in the Empire. Archived at all hubs.
"Now releasing the investigation results of the Imperial Mage Association, Extraordinary Persons Administration, Royal Magic Consultant, and Theology Administration on the recent incident of the Goddess of Magic Feedback …"
Seeing that, Grelin couldn't help but blink. He had also heard that the Goddess of Magic had stopped giving feedback. Although he was not a mage himself and did not believe in the Goddess of Magic, he was probably the most well-informed person within a hundred kilometers after working in the Louen Hub for a long time. Many of the messages that came and went mentioned that. Many mages were also discussing the mysterious "disappearance" of the Goddess of Magic in the magic network communication. It was hard not to notice it.
As far as he knew, the incident had even alarmed His Majesty, the great scholars, and the great mages in the Imperial Capital. They had even set up an emergency investigation team to investigate the matter. The members of the investigation team were also announced in the recent broadcast and newspaper. The team's composition was luxurious. The three archons of the Empire were in the list, as well as several famous great mages in the Ansu era. There were also the Patriarch of the Church of Holy Light, Wright, and the living saint Veronica Moen as the "special third-party consultant". Even the Emperor himself appeared in the list of the investigation team as a supervisor …
It could be said that Greene had never seen so many awesome names in the same place except for the founding of the empire. He believed that even the most ignorant peasant woman would be in awe when she saw the list and immediately realize how trustworthy and reliable the team in charge of investigating the gods was.
Now, this luxurious investigation team had completed the investigation? The reason why the Goddess of Magic Feedback suddenly stopped was found?
Even Greene, an ordinary person who did not believe in the Goddess of Magic, could not help but feel curious. He hurriedly read on, but when he saw the following text, his eyes froze for a moment.
"… It is with a heavy heart that we announce to the whole society that our venerable, great Goddess of Magic Mirmina, who once guided and sheltered all spellcasters in the mortal world, has unfortunately fallen recently …"
…
The message spread rapidly across the land through the Magic Net, the communication network that connected everyone together. From Louen City to Winter Fort Academy, from Ten Forest City to Longwind, from one tower to one information station, from the Magic Net broadcast terminal to the communication room of various newspapers … The broadcast from the Magic Net Communications Administration in the Imperial Capital repeated over and over again.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the Palamel Observatory, Morgan Hugo suddenly stood up from behind the desk. The venerable old mage's eyes widened, and his beard trembled slightly. A piece of paper that had just been spat out from the printer lay quietly on the table in front of him. The words on it were clear and legible.
"… Lady Milmina is a respectable guide and protector. In the long years of human civilization, she conscientiously assumed and fulfilled her priesthood and divine duties. She guided us through the darkness and ignorance of the early days of civilization, and she protected the fragile mortals through the long nights of the early days of civilization … Lady Milmina is a respectable guide and protector.
"… Lady Mirmina's life was a glorious life, a loving life, a great life, and a life full of battles. She was not only a mentor, but also a warrior who led the mortal civilization to overcome all obstacles. She was brave enough to fight …"
The black words on the paper were imprinted in Morgan Hugo's eyes. For a moment, the old mage had completely lost his usual sharp thinking and decent demeanor. He did not know what kind of expression he should have right now, and he did not even know what he should be thinking. Just like most mortals, he had never thought that he would one day face the fall of a god, let alone that the news of the fall of a god would appear in front of him in such a manner. The degree of absurdity of the matter was beyond the scope of human understanding, so much so that the old mage did not even realize that this' obituary 'itself was extremely strange.
With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open. Morgan Hugo raised his head in confusion, only to see another high-grade mage in a mage's robe standing there. It was the second person in charge of the Palamel Observatory, a trustworthy friend that he had called over from the Saint Sunil Astrology Association. At this moment, this white-haired mage was standing there with his eyes wide open, like someone who had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Morgan!" The mage standing at the door finally yelled. "Oh my god, did you see the news that was broadcasted on the magic network today?"
"I saw it … I still have a printed document here. It was printed by the equipment itself …" Morgan pointed at the paper on the table in a daze. "Benjamin, are we dreaming? The Goddess of Magic … has fallen? "
"The Goddess of Magic …" The archmage called Benjamin took a deep breath, then quickly walked to Morgan's desk. He saw the printed document that was still emitting a faint ink smell, and his face was a mixture of several expressions. "… I thought I was dreaming a minute ago, but … damn it … Morgan, we …"
He reached out and grabbed the printed document. After muttering for a few seconds, he reorganized his words. "Morgan, is this credible? Is this news credible? "
"This is from the Imperial City. It has the signature and seal of His Majesty the Emperor, as well as the seals of the three Great Senators …" Morgan Hugo finally woke up from his daze. He looked at the printed document in Benjamin's hand with a complicated expression. "At least the document itself is absolutely authentic, and the news on it …"
Benjamin shook his head. "I haven't received any feedback from the Goddess of Magic for many days. Although I rarely pray before, at least I can tell what the Goddess' feedback feels like."
Morgan opened his mouth, but the words that he wanted to say did not come out. He looked at the printed document again, and looked at the sincere and touching words of condolence on it. Finally, a strange feeling arose in his heart. "This is a eulogy written by a human to a god … Benjamin, I always feel that it's weird. Condolence to a god … Can you imagine? Condolence to a god … "
"But how else can a eulogy be written?" Benjamin looked up and raised the paper in his hand with a bitter smile. "How do you want His Majesty to write it? He has already used up all the words of grief and praise … "
Yes, a letter of condolence written by a human to a god was indeed very weird. It was so weird that it seemed like it should not even exist in this world. However, as Benjamin said, if it was not written in this way, how else could it be written?
If a god had really fallen, then humans could only mourn in this way. Morgan thought so. He felt that the reason why he thought these eulogies were weird was only because … In his limited life, he had never experienced the fall of a god.
Now, he might really have to experience it once.
On the printed document in Benjamin's hand, the words at the end were clear and sharp. "… We mourn the Goddess of Magic, Madam Mirmina, and feel sorry for her fall. Such a conscientious god deserves the remembrance of all mortals, or at least all humans. In order to express our condolences and remembrance for the Goddess of Magic, Mirmina, Emperor Gwen Cecil, the Imperial Supreme Government Office, and the Imperial Theological Administration Office have jointly discussed and decided to hold a 'god's funeral' and commemorative activities on the 45th of this month. On that day, sirens, alarm bells, and horns will be sounded all over the country, and a grand farewell ceremony will be carried out by the Imperial Dragon Cavalry …
"His Majesty hereby calls for all spellcasters in the country to observe a moment of silence on that day to express our feelings of grief …"
Morgan Hugo closed his eyes. Although he was not a devout believer of the Goddess of Magic — or rather, almost everyone was not a devout believer of the Goddess of Magic — the sincere words in the eulogies still touched his heart deeply. He felt as if he could feel the sadness in the emperor's heart when he wrote these words, and he was deeply affected by the emotions conveyed from the words.
As for the strange words in the eulogies and the strangeness of the document itself … at this moment, it did not seem so important.
How else could it be written? No one had ever experienced such a thing …
…
"This news will soon spread throughout the country …"
Windsor Mappel sighed softly. Her eyes swept across the original document in front of her, and there was an indescribable sadness and joy on her face.
Daniel sat opposite her. The old mage's face was as cold and slightly gloomy as ever. "In fact, it has already been sent to the whole country through the communication tower network. It's just that the newspapers and announcements at the end will take some time. But it doesn't matter much. The mages control most of the communication resources, and they will be the first to receive the news. "
"Next … we have to prepare for the 'funeral' seriously," Windsor said, nodding. "This is the first joint operation between us and Cecil's people, and it's a hasty cooperation under such a short preparation time. His Majesty wants us to do our best and not make any mistakes in front of Cecil's people."
"Of course, we will live up to His Majesty's expectations," Daniel said, and there seemed to be an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, but the smile disappeared in a flash. "Then I'll leave first. The 'Transnational Funeral Committee' is still waiting for me."
Windsor got up to see him off. She watched the old mage leave the room and disappear into the depths of the corridor. Then she looked away and whispered as if she was talking to herself and looking for evidence again, "The Goddess of Magic …"
There was no feedback in the spiritual world, and the end of the prayer was empty.
In the end, Windsor did not receive a response — probably the Goddess of Magic was indeed dead.
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