Chapter 631: Act 374 – Requiem XXIV
Medusalaisimeka stood at the edge of the pit with a sense of awe, gazing at the supreme creation of the Bud Wizard. The bronze giant loomed in the heavy rain, before transforming into a brilliant flash of lightning that shot into the sky, disappearing from sight in an instant.
This is the pinnacle of magical craftsmanship, she thought with reverence.
Unfortunately, it was not the Jotungrund people controlling them, but those detestable members of the Everything Returns Society. No one could like cultists, and Laisimeka was no different, but for some reasons, she could only choose to endure.
Just the thought of those demon lords exuding the scent of sulfur made this beautiful lady shudder.
To distract herself, she directed her gaze down into the pit. The first Titan statue had already made its way to the battlefield, and the second was also beginning to activate.
She saw the noble-clad human slowly walk towards the giant statue, a ladder ready beside it—surrounded by quite a few cultists in the robes of the Everything Returns Society, it resembled a twisted festival of theirs—Laisimeka suddenly recalled that this guy seemed to be a marquis.
But alas, she had always looked down on human nobility.
She instinctively averted her gaze but immediately saw the last thing she wanted to see.
“White Mist, did you hear that? They’re going to deal with Brendel. What do we do? With such a huge stone man, Brendel definitely can’t handle it.” The Merchant Miss said nervously after some careful calculations.
“Oh, what do you plan to do?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Can we burst in?”
“What do you think?”
“Then what should we do?!”
“Well, there’s nothing we can do. Romaine, some things are beyond human control. But when you become stronger in the future, you can avenge him.” White Mist replied dully.
The Merchant Miss fell silent.
“White Mist, do you think Brendel can handle them?” she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
“He can’t. That’s a Titan statue; none of us are its match, let alone two of them. Accept your fate, Romaine; witches must learn to see fate clearly, rather than attempt to change it. No one can alter fate.” White Mist replied nonchalantly, being a spirit contracted, human emotions were unnecessary for her.
“I refuse,” Romaine said seriously, shaking her head. “Sister Witch said I’m a sorceress, not a witch. I’m going to rescue Brendel.”
“And how do you plan to save him?” White Mist dismissed Romaine’s claim of being a sorceress, raising her dead-fish eyes in question.
“I, I…” The Merchant Miss looked anxiously outside, as if making up her mind. “I’ve got it! I’m going to grab that stone man!”
“If you were stronger, maybe it would be possible,” White Mist replied calmly. “Every time I’ve told you to properly study witchcraft, you’ve always found various excuses. With your current level, rushing out will only get you killed.”
“No way!” Romaine shook her head, as if to encourage herself. “Brendel said Romaine will become a great merchant. Brendel wouldn’t lie to me.”
“Romaine.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re really a fool.”
The Merchant Miss chuckled, “Brendel says the same, but actually Romaine is very smart.”
Some people are wise because they see through everything, while others’ wisdom lies in their ability to understand their own hearts from beginning to end.
Only a few would understand—what they tirelessly pursue is for what ideals and beliefs.
For Medusalaisimeka, perhaps she never considered what she truly wanted to pursue. For the residents living in the dark underground of Jotungrund, merely surviving was already a precious thing. She simply ensured her position as much as possible, to avoid being discarded like cannon fodder by the lord above in every action in the future.
She had seen too many similar tragedies.
Thus, she was accustomed to being organized, to meticulous planning; every step she took needed to be methodical, to avert falling into an abyss due to unforeseen changes. Up until now, her plans had yielded her the greatest rewards, but that changed when she saw that little girl in a merchant’s dress bursting out from the ruins, racing towards the giant statue.
For some reason, it was at that moment she felt a serious flaw might be hidden within her precise plan—she suddenly thought of that Viscount Begning who had been discovered by a harpy.
It was as if an intuition, or a stroke of inspiration, made her roar: “Stop that girl! Don’t let her approach the giant statue!”
The outermost cultists reacted first.
However, these crazies and idiots, as common people referred to them, turned nervously to see that it was just a Merchant Miss running with her skirt raised. Everyone collectively sighed in relief—even privately blaming Laisimeka for overreacting.
Just a lost little stray cat.
The nearby cultists instinctively halted, casually watching their companion move forward to block the girl, wearing expressions as if enjoying a show.
But soon they would regret it.
“Romaine, deal with the person on the left.” White Mist, calm as a machine, spoke. She lacked combat ability and thus transformed into a bow tied around the Merchant Miss’s neck. Yet even as a bow, she could observe the surroundings without obstruction.
The Merchant Miss took out a small cage and pointed at the cultist attempting to block her: “Caged bird, who gave you wings to escape your bondage?”
With a flash of light, the cultist intending to stop her vanished, and everyone saw the shadow of the unfortunate fellow appear within the girl’s cage.
“Witch!” someone screamed immediately.
“Be careful, she’s a witch!” The cultists finally reacted, but it was too late. Romaine had already crossed the position where the man had originally stood, and since the others had not guarded against her at all, the Merchant Miss had ducked under the first line of defense in a single leap.
“Romaine, that little noble next to the giant statue.”
The cultists turned to chase, but the Merchant Miss had already raised her head, pulling out a small wax figure, proclaiming:
“King’s Move!”
In the next moment, she appeared where the young noble had been, while the noble swapped positions with her. At that moment, the cultists lunged forward, crushing the slightly plump noble beneath them with a scream.
The Merchant Miss was now close to the giant statue. She quickly spotted the ladder, and the villain she recognized as Marquis Julian was quickly climbing upwards.
Romaine promptly lifted her skirts and pursued.
“Too slow, use magic!” White Mist intently calculated the distance between them.
“I have no magic left, White Mist,” the Merchant Miss huffed, feeling a bit wronged as she chased after Julian. The cultists behind had already scrambled back up and were chasing her; three parties spiraled up the ladder, quickly reaching the chest area of the giant statue.
At that point, Laisimeka and the Minotaur Lord finally arrived at the foot of the statue.
“Skarta, go up!” Laisimeka shouted.
The Minotaur Lord Skarta bellowed and pounded his chest before charging forward, jumping onto the platform, and landing directly in front of Romaine and White Mist.
“Watch out above,” White Mist reminded leisurely.
“Ah, what do we do?” Romaine gasped, having seen Skarta come crashing down, shocked as if she had never considered that the enemy would chase after her before she rushed out.
“Use the softening potion.”
“But we’ll fall too.”
“Can’t worry about that now!”
Skarta crashed onto the scaffold with a thud, shaking the entire ladder. Romaine quickly braced herself against the giant statue while rummaging through her bag for a bottle, throwing it onto the wooden boards.
As the bottle shattered, its contents flowed out and quickly mixed with the rainwater on the boards, causing them to whiten and turn gray. But unfortunately, the bull-headed lord, oblivious to the details, reached out with his massive hands to grab the Merchant Miss, only to crash through the wood and fall down.
The potion’s effect was incredibly powerful; in the blink of an eye, the entire ladder began to sway as if it were about to collapse.
“Romaine, use the magic rope!”
The Merchant Miss swayed in mid-air, pulling out the rope she had previously used to bind Viscount Begning. She tossed it upwards; the rope sprang to life like a snake, wrapping around the giant statue’s neck.
At that same moment, the ladder came crashing down, and Romaine found herself hanging in mid-air, pulling on the rope.
“Rope, rope, shorten quickly!” she shouted.
The shortening rope pulled her closer to the statue’s neck, but before that, the frontmost Marquis Julian had already climbed into the Titan statue’s ear. Just before entering, he looked down mockingly at Romaine.
He probably recognized the identity of the Merchant Miss.
Medusalaisimeka glared at Skarta falling from the sky; she had no time to care whether her companion lived or died. She quickly took off her longbow and shot an arrow toward the rope in Romaine’s hands. She originally intended to cut the rope, but to her surprise, the arrow struck true and failed to sever it. She immediately realized the rope was not an ordinary thing, quickly adjusting her aim and directly shooting an arrow at Romaine.
That arrow should have been aimed for Romaine’s heart, but unexpectedly, the Merchant Miss almost slipped off the rope due to her lack of grip, and the arrow struck her shoulder instead.
“Ah, that hurts…”
The Merchant Miss cried out in pain, nearly tearing up, her grip loosening as she almost fell from the rope. Luckily, White Mist instantly transformed into a ribbon, tying her hand to the rope, preventing the young lady from falling.
“Be more careful,” White Mist admonished.
Laisimeka, having shot badly, furrowed her brows and raised her bow to shoot again. But at that moment, the entire Titan statue activated, suddenly transforming into a blue electric light shooting towards the sky. Medusalaisimeka could only blink in surprise. When she looked again, where the Titan statue and that witch lady had been was now empty.
She paused for a moment, sighed, and lowered her bow.
“Are you alright, Skarta?”
She turned to look at the Minotaur Lord lying on the ground. Skarta hastily shook his head; he was tough-skinned, so he suffered no issues. However, he had crushed several cultists upon landing, truly a fool. She wondered if the Everything Returns Society would cause them trouble because of this.
For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt a wave of fatigue, as if she were weary of this life. She couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh again.
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