The Roman rested her chin on her hand and looked at the hazy night sky outside the window in boredom. The way she rested her chin on her hand made the merchant girl look a little chubby, giving her a lazy and cute feeling. She was different from the other Erouine people. Her dark brown pupils reflected the brilliance of the stars, weaving a story with the dreams of a young girl.
"It's so boring, Hipamira. Do you like crabs that much?"
The cleric girl standing at the side blushed and replied, "But Miss Roman, don't their carapaces look very cute? They are firm and thick, just in line with the teachings of the goddess —"
"Now that you mention it, they do seem a little cute."
The merchant girl's eyes lit up as if she had found something fun. She subconsciously turned back to look at the crabs that Hipamira kept in her precious fish tank. Since the last batch of pets were killed by the little fat dragon Shitah, Hipamira changed these crabs, because these things might not die so easily.
But perhaps because she turned too quickly, the Roman actually leaned back and lost her balance.
She screamed in fright and waved her hands, thinking that she would fall immediately, but she suddenly felt someone supporting her from behind, allowing her to regain her balance.
The Roman was startled and looked back with lingering fear to see who was supporting her from behind, but found that there was no one in the room except for her and Hipamira.
The door was open, and outside was a dark corridor.
"Hipamira, did you just support me?"
"Miss Roman, are, are you okay?"
Hipamira seemed to have just reacted.
Seems like it wasn't. The Roman looked around suspiciously.
"Eh, Brando?"
"White Mist?"
She called out twice, but no one answered. Her little eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she didn't quite understand what had happened. She thought carefully and finally ran to close the door.
… …
Brando looked at the broken Holy Sword Oderfeiss in his hand and seemed to have understood something. History would never repeat itself. Empires would decay, but this time, their people had flames and sharp swords —
Prometheus brought fire to the human world, and from that moment onwards, humanity possessed light.
"Resistance? Is this the belief you carry?"
Brando sighed softly and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
"Then …"
"Let me inherit your will."
However, all of a sudden, a sense of resistance came from the sword.
Brando was caught off guard and almost dropped his sword to the ground.
"What happened?"
"The sword is resisting me …"
"Why?"
The illusions in front of him suddenly changed. Like a slide show, Brando saw many people and many scenes in an instant. Finally, a figure stopped in front of him.
It was in the royal hall of Saint Cantilever Palace.
The Silver Queen, Constance, stood on the throne with a cold smile and looked down at her.
"This is …"
Arrogance?
Then all the illusions disappeared, and the scene in front of him returned to the narrow room of Cat and Beard. The dim light of the candle flickered, and a spark occasionally burst out from the wick.
Sidney looked at him with concern.
"What's wrong?"
"I failed again …" Brando frowned and shook his head. He felt that he had clearly understood the belief of Holy Sword Oderfeiss, but why did it still reject him in the end?
This made him a little discouraged.
"It's okay, this is not an easy thing to begin with." The Saintess of Leo Palace was more open-minded than him and comforted him with a calm expression. "I can see that you are making much better progress today, don't worry too much."
That was true.
Brando was not someone who was easily discouraged. He had experienced much more painful failures than this. In that failure, he and they had lost almost everything.
He quickly adjusted his state of mind and replied, "Let me check again, I seem to feel some progress." He still felt a little incredulous about the previous scene and was eager to find out what had happened.
Sidney nodded quietly.
Brando immediately calmed down and began to check the Holy Sword Oderfeiss in his hand. After checking, he was immediately shocked.
Because the Holy Sword did not change, the one who changed was himself.
The Soul of Holy Sword Oderfeiss, which was the power of the Flame Orb, had been hidden in his body all this time. He had not been able to feel the existence of the other party, but at this moment, he could clearly feel that it existed in his body.
The Flame Orb seemed to have transferred part of its power into his body.
The most direct result was that his two Fire Elemental Pools had expanded by more than a third.
After a series of battles and the growth of his strength, his Fire Elemental Pool was originally at 32 points and 81 points respectively. Now, it had increased to 44 points and 123 points respectively.
And the expansion of the Elemental Pools was accompanied by a substantial increase in his own strength. His strength, which was originally at the peak of the Elemental Enlightenment, had faintly stepped into the peak of the Law.
At this moment, he was only a hair's breadth away from touching the top of the Sky-Reaching White Tower.
But what shocked him the most was that he found that he had gained the authority of a Planeswalker.
"What's going on?"
What had happened before?
Why did the previous scene have such a change? If he had completely gained the approval of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, why did the sword reject him at the last moment?
While he was puzzled, he suddenly heard Sidney's somewhat stern voice ask, "Who's there!"
Brando immediately woke up and raised his head. He found that the Saintess of the Leo Palace was looking at a corner of the room with a serious expression, but there was nothing there.
No, it wasn't completely empty.
Brando immediately sensed the abnormality there. The corner of the room was disappearing, the floor and walls seemed to be swallowed by an invisible force. After collapsing and withering, only a void was left. And the void was expanding infinitely, quickly covering the entire room, spreading over the table, chair, and desk. Finally, the whole world fell into a boundless void world.
This was the world of dreams.
The Eleventh Kingdom, the Realm of Formlessness.
This was the world of 'Nothingness', Castriniya's domain.
A silhouette appeared out of thin air. 'She' wore a dark purple witch robe, and her face was hidden under the shadow of the hood. As such, it was impossible to see her face clearly, and there was no way to determine her age. The only thing one could tell was that she was a young and mature woman by looking at the tip of her chin.
Brando saw the other party's Fated Star at a glance.
The Star of Confession, the main star of the Bewitchment Constellation.
"You're a witch of the Moon of Cups. You're Anwei's successor?"
Sidney was about to attack, but after hearing Brando's words, she stopped. The Saintess of the Leo Palace coldly stared at the woman hiding her head and tail, as if if the other party made the slightest move, she would mercilessly kill her.
But the woman only humbly bowed to Brando.
"My Lord, we witches only inherit the power of the twelve moons and constellations. This power never comes from a single person. My Lord, you may be talking about my predecessor, but that is not important to me."
The woman's voice was hoarse and mature, full of the charm of a mature woman, but it sounded familiar. Brando could not remember where he had heard such a voice. Logically speaking, a voice with such obvious characteristics should have left a deep impression on him.
He shook his head, not knowing if this was one of the witches' magic. He only frowned and asked, "Are you clarifying your relationship?"
He was not in a hurry to attack, because the witch took the initiative to show her Fated Star meant that she had no ill intentions.
Of course, at least on the surface.
"Yes," the woman said bluntly, "Witches are only loyal to the true Darkness Dragon. My Lord, the witch of the Eleventh Moon, a follower of Castriniya, has come to serve you."
"However, there are two Darkness Dragons right now," Brando replied indifferently.
"As a witch who controls the domain of change and creation, it would be too ridiculous if I could not see through the changes of fate. No matter how the Twin Goddesses play with and manipulate the threads of fate, I can clearly see the clear answer behind the messy threads."
"That is you, my Lord."
Brando wanted to say, "Your predecessor, the Lady Anwei mentioned earlier, although she is also a witch of the Moon of Cup who controls the domain of change and creation, her choice is completely opposite to yours."
Moreover, even he himself could not be sure whether he was the Darkness Dragon or not. At least, he had never thought of himself that way.
But he thought about it and did not say it out loud.
"What is your name?"
"Tyr. This is my real name, named after the Moon of Cup."
It was not a good habit for witches to take the initiative to reveal their real names, but they would never lie to the moon they belonged to. The other party seemed to be expressing some kind of goodwill, which meant that she did not have any malicious intentions.
However, this did not mean anything because Brando knew that there were at least three witches who could change their borders. If the other party was not a follower of the Moon of Cup, then all of this was meaningless.
Therefore, he did not dare to believe her easily.
Probably seeing Brando's unhappy expression, the woman smiled and said, "My Lord, I do not expect to gain your trust from the beginning, but I have brought some important news. Why don't you listen to it?"
Brando thought for a moment and nodded. Of course, he would not easily believe information of unknown origin, but even if it was false, there must be some kind of intention behind it.
The Buga Wizards had a saying: 'Lies do not lie.' That was exactly what it meant.
… …
St. Contifer Palace.
The Silver Queen stood quietly in front of the French arched window, looking at the cold Garden of White Roses. The milk-like moonlight poured down on the quiet forest like a dream.
"Is that person still near Rushta?"
She suddenly spoke.
Her voice was as cold as ice.
Behind her, the Witch Queen and the Witch of the Lonely High Moon, Atatrice, emerged from the shadows. Beside them stood another tall figure.
If Brando was here, he would definitely recognize that it was the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn who had been missing for many days.
But at the moment, she was not in good condition. Her face and body were covered with wounds. It was difficult for a dragon to be injured, but once injured, it was difficult to recover.
A layer of black shadows covered the wounds. These shadows squirmed as if they were alive, occasionally causing her to frown in pain.
The Silver Queen turned a blind eye to this strange scene and only looked at the two witches.
"Yes, Your Majesty, they are still here. He and the girl are still here." The Witch Queen nodded slightly.
"That's good." The Silver Queen also nodded. "The spy has passed the message. He must think that my target is Sydney, so he will definitely come in person."
She tilted her head slightly. "I will give him a surprise. Are you ready?"
The Witch Queen and Atatrice looked at each other and nodded.
"What about the city? Is there anything unusual?"
Witches could eavesdrop on people's inner secrets from their dreams. With this ability, the Silver Queen had already caught many of her potential opponents in Rushta, as well as those who intended to rebel.
But this time, the Witch Queen frowned. "There are some abnormalities." She replied.
"What?"
"Many people have disappeared from the Dream World in the past few weeks, and the number of people who have disappeared is still increasing."
"It's a trick of the Cultists," the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn suddenly said, her face full of disdain. "Don't worry about those bugs. They can't do anything. Our biggest target now is that person. Don't waste too much energy on this."
The Silver Queen glanced at Gwendolyn but did not say anything.
The Cultists were indeed not much of a problem. It was just a disease.
But at this moment, the Witch Queen suddenly screamed in pain and opened her eyes.
The silver color in her eyes quickly faded away, revealing a pair of beautiful and enchanting ice-blue eyes. However, at this moment, her eyes were full of bewilderment, as if she had just woken up from a terrifying nightmare.
But the nightmare did not end with her awakening. It was still going on.
"Who, who actually solidified the entire Rushta's Dream World and completely sealed off Bunosson's borders? Who has such power?"
"What's wrong?" The Silver Queen frowned and stared at her.
Obviously, she had never seen this side of the Witch Queen lose her composure. It made her feel a little uneasy.
"Someone forcibly cut off the connection between Bunosson and the real world, blocking everyone's dreams. Although it was only for a moment, but …"
"Get to the point."
"I, I have never felt such a powerful force. It's like when the former Witches were still alive. Only they had the ability to move Bunosson into the real world." The Witch Queen panted and replied quickly.
The Silver Queen frowned. Since the era of the War of the Holy Saints, it was an indisputable fact that the power of the mortal world had greatly declined. But this did not mean that she could ignore an existence that could ignore the rules of this era.
"Who is she?"
"I don't know. Her power is very unfamiliar, and she only isolated the Dream World for less than half an hour. I can't track her at all."
"But …"
"But?"
"But I suspect … suspect that she may be the previous Witch of the Moon of Cups, that crazy woman Eufkirya."
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