Chapter 155 Heiser: My defenses are broken! (Two-in-one)
Dark cracks intertwined and appeared in the illusory star sea.
If one did not have an affinity for the compatibility of spatial laws, then each of these spatial cracks would be enough to severely injure a Legendary Expert.
However, that brilliant golden figure traversed through the dark lightning just like that.
Myriad furious thunderbolts that devoured light exploded around her, yet they did not leave a single trace.
Finally, the Golden Elf arrived outside the palace, at the door.
Creak.
The bronze-cast door slowly opened.
Knock, knock—
Heiser, wearing high heels, walked step by step into the spacious palace.
The palace was not as gloomy and desolate as the Golden Elf had imagined; on the contrary, the entire hall was brightly lit and full of vitality.
Heiser looked up and saw, on the high palace dome, a clear star was casting a soft radiance.
The Golden Elf reached out slightly, and the gentle dawn light sprinkled down from the high-hanging star, illuminating her palm with a faint warmth.
Compared to the sun in Heiser’s memory, that star was much smaller, but she could clearly feel that the light sprinkled on her palm was constructed on the same principle as sunlight.
“Did you create a new sun in your own world?”
The Golden Elf surveyed the morning star on the dome.
Sensing the core, woven from magic guiding technology and alchemical formations, that was like daylight.
A faint smile involuntarily appeared on her originally cool and charming face.
“It seems that ten years were not entirely wasted.”
She strode forward, turning a corner.
What met her eyes was a world of light, bathed in brilliant sunlight, with distant snow-capped mountains appearing holy and majestic.
The sound of babbling water reached her ears; not far away was a lake and a grassland, and further in the distance was a forest. By the lake stood a simple yet elegant Lakeside Manor.
The fragrance of flowers wafted through the air. Heiser turned her head and saw a sea of pure white flowers by the lake swaying in the wind.
With the knowledge of a Golden Elf who had absorbed the entire Grand Library of the Black Tower, she easily recognized the species of the pure white flowers before her.
Frostbloom, a flower that only existed near Ceylon in the northern lands.
A small wooden sign stood beside the flower field, bearing a line of text inscribed in light golden script.
“Aerora and Shaya’s Frostbloom Field.”
The Golden Elf gazed at the wooden sign by the flower field for a long time before chuckling softly.
She passed through a barely noticeable path in the quiet grassland and arrived at the manor villa by the lake.
The Golden Elf pushed open the door. The fireplace in the spacious living room was not lit, and the surrounding fruitwoods for starting a fire were neatly arranged, emitting a faint fragrance.
“Teacher, you came even faster than I expected.”
A clear voice echoed in the living room.
The young man with black hair and black eyes, sitting opposite the long table, rose to greet his teacher.
Heiser lowered her golden eyes, carefully observing the young man before her, her only disciple.
His hair had grown a little longer, and the lines of his face had softened slightly. Apart from that, Shaya’s appearance had not changed much; he still looked like the handsome youth she remembered.
However, in the Golden Elf’s spiritual perception, the young man’s demeanor had undergone a tremendous change.
He was no longer as sharp and imposing as he was at sixteen or seventeen, with his spirit soaring to the heavens and an air of youthful vigor.
Especially his eyes; the sharpness, like a blade, had disappeared from his ink-black eyes, replaced by unfathomable depth.
It was reminiscent of a silent night sky.
Shaya stood up and took down two sets of ceramic tea sets from a nearby cupboard.
“Teacher, which tea would you like to drink? All the processes, from planting to picking, drying, and brewing, were done by Little Ai and me with our own hands.”
The Golden Elf looked at the tea leaves. These were things that had never existed on the Western Continent, so even with her knowledge, she could not distinguish their quality.
So she nodded gently, “Whatever.”
“Teacher, do you know that ‘whatever’ is actually the most difficult request?”
Shaya sighed with frustration and chose a can of black tea from the cupboard.
Then, with the standard “three nods of the phoenix” method, he brewed a cup of tea for himself and the Golden Elf before him.
Heiser picked up the steaming teacup and took a sip. “I thought you would be like an ascetic monk, meditating in a gloomy palace.”
“I didn’t expect—”
She looked out the window at the green mountains and clear waters, a dwelling that resembled paradise.
What ten years of asceticism, this was simply a vacation.
“How should I put it,”
Shaya also took a sip of tea and smiled faintly, “If it were just me alone, I might have really become lonely and desperate, as you said, and wasted these ten years in this palace outside of history.”
“Fortunately—Little Ai accompanied me.”
His words paused slightly.
“It wasn’t like this at first; it was just a monotonous metal palace.”
“She used the authority of the Holy Spear, the ‘Anchor of the Storm that Anchors the World,’ to cut off the scattered world fragments in the void around us, and then integrated those world fragments into the residual void, expanding the small space within the palace.”
“Then, we spent ten years, bit by bit, transforming the metal palace into the appearance of this small world today.”
Shaya put down his teacup, his gaze gently sweeping over the surrounding room.
“This manor was also replicated based on our house in the Black Lily District. Little Ai is sentimental, so even the furnishings, the layout of the rooms, etc., were recreated one-to-one from our old home.”
As soon as she entered the house, the Golden Elf had also been observing the dwelling.
This detached villa was full of life: the cups, chopsticks, knives, forks, and plates placed side-by-side.
A photo of a black-haired little boy and a blonde little girl on the bookshelf.
And on the sofa, a pair of fluffy teddy bears with the label written in elegant script, “Shaya and Aerora’s Teddy Bears.”
“Where’s your little girlfriend?”
As she spoke, the Golden Elf’s gaze was fixed directly on Shaya.
“Little Ai is in closed-door cultivation,” Shaya said, pointing above the room.
“The revival of the Holy Spear has reached the final step. Once this last step is taken, that lance will attain the same status as the Holy Sword, becoming the ‘Spear of the Storm that Anchors the World, the Tower of the End of the World’ in the truest sense.”
The Golden Elf naturally understood the meaning behind Shaya’s words.
The fully revived Holy Sword of Stars had the power to allow Isadorella to cross the boundary between Legend and Throne and truly reach the supreme Divine Throne.
A Holy Spear of equal status could naturally do something similar.
To be the master of the Holy Spear after its thirteen restraints were completely released, the contractor, even if not a Throne, had at least reached the end of the path of Legend, just one step away from the Throne realm.
“I never thought I’d be wrong one day.”
Heiser couldn’t help but recall the moment she first met Shaya.
The little girl who timidly tugged on Shaya’s clothes from behind him.
Heiser’s vision and knowledge were far superior to that of the White Tower’s Sixth Ring who had taken a fancy to Aerora at the station.
In Heiser’s eyes, if Shaya’s talent was like a piece of uncarved jade, it would shine brightly in the future even without her guidance.
Then Aerora’s talent could only be described as ordinary.
It might take decades, even nearly a century, for her to have a chance to enter the realm of Legend.
Possessing the potential to perhaps step into Legend was undoubtedly an unparalleled existence from a secular perspective, worthy of cultivation by any major force with significant investment.
But for Heiser, in her long life, she had seen countless Legends born and fade away; ordinary Legendary Experts could hardly even remember their names.
However, that little girl named Aerora broke her expectations for the first time.
With not particularly outstanding talent, she accomplished things that even Pureblood Dragons, High Elves, and other Golden Races found difficult.
This could not be simply explained by “being lucky and having contracted the Holy Spear.” The Holy Spear had been obtained by many throughout history, but no one had ever reached Aerora’s current level.
Or rather, to be recognized by the Holy Spear and to have it completely unsealed was itself an achievement and a miracle that could be described as such.
“The reason that little girl surpassed my expectations…”
As soon as such a thought arose in her mind, Heiser smiled and shook her head.
The question was too simple, so simple that she could answer it without even thinking.
From the time Heiser first saw Aerora under the Black Tower, she knew that in the eyes of this blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl, there was only one person.
Her life existed for him.
“Even just following your footsteps has already achieved an unparalleled miracle…”
“Then, what about you yourself?”
From the moment Shaya was taken in as her last disciple and began to systematically study Arcane Arts and Beast Taming knowledge for the first time, to when he defeated the half-crippled Crimson Moon in Escarnia, less than ten years had passed.
And now, another ten years had passed.
The Golden Elf’s gaze deepened, lingering on Shaya’s face for a long time.
“I was initially worried that you would neglect your studies during these ten years…”
“But now it seems my concern as a teacher was unfounded.”
She placed the finished teacup on the wooden table and smiled faintly.
“I think you should now be qualified to be a member of the Black Tower’s eight-page mages.”
Her plain white fingers tapped lightly.
Myriad torrents of information transformed into an illusory long river, rippling gently with the movement of her slender finger.
“Teacher, your evaluation makes me a little sad,”
Shaya also smiled. “As far as I know, the entry requirement for the Black Tower’s eight pages is only Legend. I was already Titled ten years before entering the Void…”
“Teacher, are you saying that after spending ten years, I’ve only just touched the threshold of the Legend realm?”
“Of course not.”
The Golden Elf shook her head slightly.
“I’m not referring to the eight-page mages of the current Fourth Era’s Black Tower.”
“But the ‘Primal Eight Pages’ from the time the Black Tower was first established.”
Heiser toyed with the information flow in her hand for a while before throwing it out.
“Take a look. This is intelligence compiled by that organization under Augustina.”
“I verified it with the Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic, and it’s quite comprehensive.”
Shaya also waved his hand gently, receiving the information flow thrown by his Shī Jiang.
His spiritual power moved, reading the content contained within the information flow.
These were all the events that had occurred on the Western Continent in the past three months.
It could only be said that the Shadow Council was worthy of being the top organization in the gray world of the entire Western Continent. The intelligence they collected was not inferior to that of the Imperial Army’s Intelligence Department, and it even filled in many missing pieces.
For example, Isadorella’s blatant declaration of her future Empress’s Husband in the Parliament.
And for another, the numerous actions of various cults in the Lost Domain, including the meetings organized by the high-ranking members of major cults, and even intelligence leaked from within the Abyss.
And all the information and intelligence—
All pointed to a single matter.
The impending abdication of the old king and the accession of the new king within the Freista Empire, a time of imperial power transition.
“How about it? Shall I help you notify your two little lovers at the White Tower and the Empire?”
“Although my main body cannot manifest in the material world, I can do so through astral premonition.”
The Golden Elf looked at Shaya before her, her clear and cold words laced with a hint of teasing.
“Not yet, thank you. Little Ai is about to break through, so I need to stay here and watch over her.”
Shaya shook his head, tidied up the tea set on the wooden table, and took it to the sink.
“It’s not easy to remove the final restraint of the Holy Spear, but in terms of real-time, it will definitely be completed before the major changes in the Empire erupt.”
“Of course, I won’t be doing nothing during this time either.”
Shaya’s voice was faint.
During these ten years, apart from living a peaceful life of leisurely contentment with Little Ai in the Void, and achieving a few breakthroughs,
Shaya had also gained deep control over the world belonging to the “Golden Dawn.”
Now, he could be considered the true master of that world of black mist.
And the regular gatherings of the Golden Dawn were fast approaching.
The Golden Elf nodded.
She got up and walked outwards. With each step, her light golden figure became more illusory.
Just as she was about to disappear from the remnants of this Void and return to the Astral Realm, she suddenly looked back slightly.
The spiritual power unique to the Black Tower’s “Eternal Page” swept out, surveying this beautiful world that resembled Eden.
From the soil, to the lake water, to the spacious and classical manor, and even all the sub-planes integrated into the palace as world fragments, all were examined by her one by one.
Only after finding no discarded pacifiers, baby clothes, or other daily necessities, did Heiser heave a slight sigh of relief.
But then.
She saw in a sub-plane that was clearly used to store discarded items…
The neatly arranged “Safety Elixir” bottles, totaling over a thousand, all empty inside.
The Golden Elf stumbled and returned to the Astral Realm from the remnants of the Void.
