The Goddess of Magic was probably not coming back anymore.
Victor woke up from his deep meditation and saw the familiar magic lab in front of him. There were opened scrolls and arranged runestones neatly on the table not far away. Faint purple smoke was coming out of the copper cauldron, and the smell of incense was coming out of the cauldron.
There were still some vague and confusing impressions in his mind, which were the revelations brought by the deep meditation. Perhaps there were also some "shadows" that were a mixture of dreams and illusions. He shook his head to get rid of those meaningless impressions. In those impressions, there was no feedback from the Goddess of Magic.
Victor exhaled softly and felt that his spirit had completely recovered. As an old sorcerer, his energy was not as good as before. He had to meditate to recover after several experiments or hours of high-intensity calculations. However, he felt that it was still too early for him to retire. Considering the lifespan of a senior-rank extraordinary, he might be able to serve the Wilde family for another half a century. The wisdom and experience that he had accumulated over most of his life, as well as the accurate judgment of things and situations, were the key to ensuring that he had a chance to continue serving the family.
The old sorcerer, who served as a senior consultant in Winter Fort Academy, left his lab and came to the corridor outside. He saw that the attendants were polishing the beautiful crystal windows. The snowy mountains outside the window were clearer and sharper under the clear sky. Soldiers and battle mages were meticulously standing guard at the corners of the corridor, looking spirited and dignified.
The mistress was not in the castle. A few days ago, she took a passenger aircraft (which was based on the technology of the dragoons) to the capital to participate in the investigation of the mysterious disappearance of the Goddess of Magic as a member of the investigation team. During the days when the mistress was not in the castle, Victor and several other consultants and butlers still had to maintain the order of the Winter Fort Academy. This was the main job of Victor and several other consultants and butlers.
But in fact, this kind of work was not originally their job. When Madam Maggie was still in the castle, if the mistress occasionally went out without her, the head maid would be in charge of everything in the castle. It might sound strange to outsiders. It was hard for them to imagine how a maid, even a head maid, was qualified and capable of managing such a castle and commanding a large number of mages and noble Knight in the castle. Only those who lived in the castle would understand the ability and … combat power of the head maid.
However, Madam Maggie had not returned to the Northern Region for a long time. She seemed to be busy with another task assigned by the mistress and was directly serving the royal family.
A high-rank Knecht in a blue and white tunic walked through the corridor in a hurry. When he passed by Victor, the old mage stopped him and asked, "How's the preparation for the ceremony in the castle going?"
"Master Victor," the attendant stopped and bowed to the great sorcerer. "The castle is ready. The horns have been polished, the guards have changed into ceremonial uniforms, and everyone, including the whitewashers and kitchen maids, have been informed to be in place. We just have to wait for the bell to ring."
Victor nodded. "Very good. You've done well. Continue with your work."
The high-rank Knecht left. The old sorcerer pondered for a moment. Then he sensed the location of the others, got up, and flew straight through the corridor to a balcony at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the castle.
Several people had already gathered here. It seemed that they were discussing something and waiting for something. A translucent Breeze Shield shrouded the open semicircular balcony, blocking the cold wind in the mountains of the Northern Region. The balcony was as comfortable as an indoor space.
The old sorcerer controlled the Flight spell and landed smoothly on the balcony. A middle-aged sorcerer in a light blue robe immediately came up to him. "Master Victor, have you finished your meditation?"
"The meditation is over." Victor nodded and asked casually, "Any news from the mistress?"
"She sent a message about half an hour ago." The middle-aged sorcerer nodded. "She told us to follow the procedures issued by the Transnational Funeral Committee. Pay attention to order and personnel safety. That's all. "
The mistress' order was still the same as before. It seemed that there would be no change today. The Goddess of Magic was probably not coming back.
"Is Sheriff Bardimore in charge of the order in the city?" Victor looked at the other person on the balcony and asked casually.
"Yes," said the middle-aged lady in a conservative black coat with a thin gold collar. "All the spectator areas have been assigned security teams, and medical personnel are in place everywhere in the city. The citizens participating in the ceremony have almost all gathered in several squares and two open spaces outside the city. I'll keep an eye on the places where the patrols can't see. "
Victor nodded and calmed down a little.
Today, a special funeral would be held. Mortals would be buried for a god, but for most ordinary people in the city, the Goddess of Magic was a god that had nothing to do with them. Apart from the shocking gimmick of "the fall of a god" that attracted enough attention and shock, most of the people gathered today were actually here to watch the fun. However, it was precisely because they were citizens who were here to watch the fun … that maintaining order was a particularly important job.
There were too many people. The fall of a god had attracted too many people, and this made Victor, a sorcerer, feel more and more uncomfortable.
He looked at the middle-aged sorcerer in a light blue robe and seemed to want to say something. But before he could open his mouth, the melodious sound of a bell from the main building of the castle suddenly interrupted him.
The sound of the bell was melodious and low, its rhythm slow and solemn. The heavy, blunt sound of metal clashing against metal penetrated the air and rippled in all directions with Winter Fort Academy as the center. As the bell in the castle rang, several bell towers in the city below started to operate almost at the same time. Mechanical synchronization devices drove them precisely, and the solemn sound of the bell instantly enveloped the entire city.
Then, the magic network terminals inside and outside the castle were activated at the same time. A low and solemn voice came from the magic devices located in the Winter Courtyard, the Council Hall, and the city square. "Attention, everyone. The moment of silence begins."
Everyone on the balcony shut their mouths at the same time and began to mourn according to the procedure. The whole city became extremely quiet in an instant. Only the sound of the bell seemed to have not dissipated, echoing illusory in people's ears.
Three minutes later, the moment of silence ended. Victor heard a loud horn suddenly coming from the direction of the city wall. He looked up subconsciously. A moment later, he saw a few small shadows rising from the southwest city wall. The shadows flew from the city wall and gradually became clearer, like inverted cones. They flew past the main body of the castle in a low buzzing sound and then flew towards the city. After circling the city once, they returned to the castle and continued to accelerate towards the distant frozen mountains.
Those were the dragon riders under Winter Castle. They carried the Relic of the Goddess of Magic, the Sacred Ash. According to the procedure, they were supposed to scatter the ashes to the mountains in the north before sunset.
In such a process, Victor finally felt a little sad. Like most mages, he was only a shallow believer of the Goddess of Magic, but a shallow believer was still a believer. At this moment, he finally had a sense of reality about what had happened. Although it was a little strange, he truly realized that … the Goddess of Magic was not coming back.
In the funeral, in the hearts of the participants, the Goddess of Magic had left like a person and would not come back.
…
The dragon riders flew over the city at a low altitude. A low buzzing sound came from the sky, and after the flying machines carrying the Relic of the Relic of Magic accelerated towards the White Water River, a solemn voice came from the speakers set up all over the city and began to play the eulogy for the Goddess of Magic, Mirmina.
Hu Po stepped forward and opened the window of the study, allowing the sounds from the outside to enter the room more clearly. Those sounds had reverberated between the tall buildings of Cecil City, and by the time they reached this room, they had already formed layers upon layers of unreal texture, as if they were a large-scale chant.
Gwen stood behind the window, calmly looking at the clear and vast blue sky outside.
Heti, Victoria, and Bai Dewen, the three Great Governors, stood beside Gwen. They listened to the sound outside and looked at each other. For a moment, their expressions were a little strange.
"The funeral seems to be going well …" Heti twitched the corner of her mouth and said to Gwen, "The news of the dragon riders taking off has come from all over the country."
"The 'ashes' are sprinkled on the mountains and the earth, and the soul of the Goddess returns to this world …" Bai Dewen whispered. "The symbolic meaning … is indeed extraordinary."
"Professional," Amber, who had returned from the window, commented. "Very professional."
Gwen actually felt it was quite strange, but he still maintained his dignified ancestor persona. He nodded slightly and said, "We have set up a very professional committee for the ritual of this moment."
"A Goddess' dies' like a mortal at a funeral. The more solemn the ritual, the more irrefutable her 'death' is," Heti said, but then she whispered in a strange tone, "But … in another sense, the Goddess of Magic is still 'alive' after all … Isn't it a little inappropriate for us to do this …"
"A little inappropriate?" Gwen glanced at Heti and shook his head with a smile. "But isn't Mirmina's greatest wish to destroy her own godhood? We are doing her a big favor. Believe me, the 'Goddess' will definitely have no problem with it. Maybe she will even thank us."
"… To be honest, I even suspect that she was secretly watching her own funeral," Hu Po muttered. "After all, she was the one who hid herself. It's not like she was trapped in the Nether Realm. No one would know if she sneaked out."
"That's not our concern," Gwen said casually.
After the proposal of the government office, the discussion of the three consuls, and the approval of the emperor himself, the life of the Goddess of Magic, Mirmina, was one of selfless devotion, a life of kindness, and a life of active struggle. The people of Cecil and all the mortals in this world who had been blessed by the Goddess of Magic will always remember her and wish her a good life.
And the dragon cavalry formations from all over the country soon came back with news that they had successfully completed their mission.
Under the gaze of as many witnesses as possible, the pilots of the Empire carried out the largest joint flight mission in history, scattering the "ashes" of the Goddess of Magic on the land that she had once protected and loved.
The ashes were scattered very evenly.
"I really didn't expect you to write such a … eulogy." Victoria looked at Gwen. Her face was always expressionless, but her tone was obviously a little weird. "I didn't expect you to use so many words of praise to describe a Goddess … To be honest, to be able to have such a 'funeral' is full of honor for anyone."
"Leaving honor for the dead is the least stingy act. I can generously leave all the praise in the world to the Goddess of Magic because she is already 'dead.' What's more, the more sincere our memorial ceremony is, the more human her death will be," Gwen said with a half-smile. "And eulogies are not for the dead — they are for the living."
"I wonder what's going on over at Typhon's side," Bai Dewen suddenly said. "I hope those people from the Typhon don't cause any trouble."
"I trust them on this," Gwen said. "Maybe they don't have magic network communication and dragon cavalry flying machines, but they have communication towers all over the country and two to three times more griffins and mages than our dragon cavalry. And when it comes to 'making a big scene,' an old empire will never be as shabby as the young Cecil. They will also have a grand funeral over there. "
As he spoke, he glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall not far away, and then nodded to the three archons in front of him. "It's almost time. It seems that this' funeral 'is over smoothly. Let's talk about other topics."
He left the window and returned to the back of the desk. But just as he sat down and was about to start the conversation, his eyes froze for a moment.
Above the wooden desk, the arcane energy drifting in the air gathered out of thin air and rapidly left scorched marks on the surface of the desk. The marks quickly extended and gradually formed eye-catching words.
"Thank you —"
Gwen: "…"
Before he tried to capture the aura, the energy that gathered out of thin air dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
Gwen shook his head, reached out and brushed the words on the desk. At the same time, he muttered, "It's not easy to hide it. Just hide it well."
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