Chapter 108: Little Ai is Washing Dishes (Two-in-one)
Isadorella’s index finger flashed with a black vulture insignia ring.
The next moment, Shaya sensed a faint magical fluctuation.
An invisible soundproof barrier spread out from Isadorella as the center. After encompassing the space between the two, it stopped expanding, isolating the carriage driver and other attendants from their conversation.
“Ceylon’s affairs indeed have nothing to do with the Holy See,” Shaya said.
When he first learned some clues about Ceylon’s destruction, he had indeed wondered if Warwick, a fugitive from the Holy Court, was a staged act by the Holy See.
After all, the Western Continent where he was located was a standard Western fantasy world. And according to his ingrained impression, poisoned by web novels and various ACG works from his previous life, the Holy See, aside from heresy trials and witch hunts, seemed to only have the label of the sinister mastermind plotting world-ending conspiracies.
Even Shaya had prepared himself to be pushed onto the judgment seat by the Holy See on trumped-up charges and then perform a classic divine rebellion plot.
However, based on the intelligence Shaya later collected and verified, he ultimately overturned this speculation.
It was truly a cause for celebration that the Holy See, symbolizing light, no longer had to play the villain.
Isadorella looked deeply at Shaya.
Although, nominally, Shaya was also a subject of the Empire, the more she interacted with him, the more she found it difficult to see through him.
Whether it was his Golden Elf teacher, or the Azure Silver Witch who seemed to descend from the heavens and was even willing to heavily injure a Legend to protect him…
And now, he even had channels to verify such confidential information within the Holy See.
Isadorella understood Shaya’s personality; if he wasn’t one hundred percent certain, he would never make such a definitive statement.
“It seems I was indeed overthinking things.”
Augustina has been in charge of the Shadow Council for so many years, and she is quite proficient in interrogation, torture, and even soul-searching. Since Goodrian fell into her hands, he would not be able to hide any secrets.”
Isadorella did not question Shaya about the source of his information, but merely nodded calmly.
She knew that Shaya had many secrets, but as a princess of a nation and a future empress, Isadorella possessed magnanimity.
Whatever the secrets, as long as Shaya was still willing to stand by her side, it was enough.
“Also, about ‘Golden Dawn’ that Augustina mentioned…”
The Second Princess slightly frowned. “I seem to have heard my teacher mention this term before. It seems to be an ancient extraordinary organization, but I don’t know much about the specifics.”
She was still too young, only in her early twenties.
Although with her astonishing talent and relentless practice, Isadorella’s strength as a Beast Tamer had already reached the pinnacle of the Western Continent.
However, in terms of experience and accumulation of secret knowledge, she was far from comparable to the ancient legends who had lived for more than a hundred years.
“Since Augustina mentioned it, I will ask my teacher and the Secret Intelligence Department to investigate later.”
“Also, you need to be careful. The impact of this dinner party is too great, and Borgia invited many guests, so it’s impossible to hide… Both you and Lady Sylvia were the center of attention at this dinner party, and news about you will soon spread throughout the Western Continent.”
“If the destruction of Ceylon is indeed related to the Golden Dawn, then you and Aerora, as the only two survivors of Ceylon, will inevitably come into the ‘Golden Dawn’s’ sight. It’s hard to say what attitude that ancient society will have towards you.”
“And an ancient society that can subtly influence the decisions of an established legend like Goodrian… the power behind it might far exceed our imagination.”
Isadorella’s gaze turned towards the distant night sky.
“After all, who knows how many beings have abandoned their humanity and turned to divinity, hidden in the sub-planes, dimensional rifts, and the Astral Realm…”
Her words were somewhat ethereal, but Shaya understood her meaning.
In the Western Continent, there were only a dozen or so active legends in the open, each of them renowned.
However, the lifespan of a Legend was at least several hundred years.
And with the soul strength of a Legendary Beast Tamer, which had already transformed into a Spiritual Ocean, there were too many methods for them to forcibly extend their lives and linger on.
Not to mention that their race itself was a long-lived race… whether it was signing a contract with plant-type familiars to strengthen their vitality, or transforming themselves into Undead Creatures through forbidden arts of the necromancy cult, or even seizing new bodies and reincarnating…
For a Legend, if they truly wanted to survive, it was not impossible to linger for a thousand years.
And in the records of the vast majority of ancient legends, it was only “missing” and not “dead.” Since the Old Era, no one knew how many legends had survived. Just like Sylvia, hiding in a sub-plane to seal herself, who knows if you are dead or alive.
Of course, Sylvia sealed herself in hopes of reuniting with Shaya, but other legends were different.
After hundreds of years, everything they once cherished… family, friends, had long since passed away. What remained in their hearts was only the obsession with attaining godhood.
Such awakened ancient legends, their divinity had long since surpassed their humanity, meaning thatworldly morals could hardly restrain them.
“The Holy Sword and the Holy Spear were born carrying the will of the plane, weapons forged by the planet itself, carrying the purpose of ‘saving the world’ from the beginning.”
“The last time the Holy Sword and the Holy Spear appeared was nearly a thousand years ago, in the Old Era before the Holy Calendar was established…”
“And now they have recognized new masters and awakened again, does it herald the arrival of a chaotic world even more chaotic than the period of the Land of Calamity, comparable to the end of the Old Era?”
A hint of coldness flickered in the empress’s crimson eyes.
“However, no matter from what ancient past those who have reawakened come.”
“But since they choose to reawaken in this era, they can only abide by the order of this era…”
“Otherwise, since they have already passed away, then they should pass away forever.”
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“Her Royal Highness’s ambition is truly not small,” Shaya muttered inwardly, standing on the second floor of the mansion and watching the Black Vulture carriage gradually recede into the distance outside the city.
This was a grand aspiration to quell the chaotic world and subdue all the ancient legends that might reawaken.
But it was also true; without such ambition, perhaps the Holy Sword would not have recognized her as its master.
“Brother Shaya, I’ll be leaving now too,” Sylvia extended her small notebook to Shaya, on which was inscribed a line of elegant, light-golden script.
As early as the final act of the Historical Echo, Shaya had already helped her complete the blank and damaged Twilight authority and divinity in the depths of her soul.
Coupled with the passage of more than five hundred years, Sylvia was now able to fully control her own power and authority without worrying about the “Word of Power” that would turn into a slaughter of innocents whenever she spoke, as when she first came into contact with the Twilight divinity.
Even so, she still preferred to communicate through writing, a technique Shaya had taught her to restrain herself over five hundred years ago, which had become a habit to this day.
Shaya nodded. “Yes, are you going to discuss establishing a White Tower branch in the Imperial Capital with Deputy Tower Master Isvilda and the others?”
Sylvia’s azure silver beautiful eyes blinked, and she nodded. The light-golden script on the small notebook slowly appeared.
“More than five hundred years ago, after I became a Legend, the Golden Dawn sent an envoy to contact me.”
“From him, I sensed a similar aura to mine.”
“He should have, like me, contained incomplete divinity or authority through some special method, but his integration was much inferior to mine.”
With Sylvia’s mental power, Isadorella’s soundproof barrier solidified on the ring naturally could not stop her, or rather, it didn’t intend to stop her.
“However, although similar, that was not the path I was pursuing…”
The short line of text on the small notebook carried an extremely heavy weight.
The Legend rank represented a leap in the essence of life, from human to non-human.
Most Beast Tamers knew nothing about the realm above Legend, but as a Throne-class Beast Tamer, Sylvia could see through a part of the vast fog above Legend.
Broadly speaking, there were two paths above Legend.
One was the path of containing fragments of divinity and authority, becoming Mythical Creatures, demigods… and even establishing divine kingdoms, spreading faith, and finally ascending to the Divine Throne to become a True God, also known as the “Path to Godhood.”
This was the most traceable and the most methodical path.
The seven True Gods of the Dawn Holy See, as well as the false gods and evil gods worshipped by cults originating from the Abyss… all walked this path, the only difference being how far they had gone.
And Sylvia, who had contained the entire divinity and authority of a half-Twilight Ancient God since birth, was theoretically the most perfect candidate to step onto the Path to Godhood… As long as she fully embraced the authority and divinity of Twilight, she could directly advance from Legend to demigod.
But Sylvia did not do so.
Because she did not want to forget her original intention as a human, to become a high and mighty mythological creature devoid of humanity, looking down on all beings. Gods were powerful because of faith, but they would also change their self-perception because of faith, eventually evolving into beings that fit the imagination of most believers.
Or, more accurately, she was afraid that when they met again, Shaya would detest such a self.
Therefore, Sylvia chose another, more difficult path, refusing the temptation of merging divinity and authority to reach godhood in one step. She only used the power of Twilight as a simple force… instead continuing on the path of a Legendary Beast Tamer as a human.
This was a more difficult path. Every Legend’s path was completely different. Even with the precedent of Throne-class Beast Tamers, no one knew if their path could reach the other shore.
Fortunately, Sylvia won the gamble and finally surpassed that boundary, achieving the Throne.
“At that time, I was busy searching for clues about Brother Shaya, so I did not pay attention to the invitation of the Golden Dawn.”
“However, it is indeed a rather ancient and mysterious organization. Even an ordinary envoy is a Legend who has embarked on the Path to Godhood… If my estimation is correct, there should be more than one demigod in the Golden Dawn.”
Sylvia’s gaze lowered, not wanting Shaya to see the bone-chilling coldness in her azure silver beautiful eyes at that moment.
In terms of rank alone, demigods and Thrones were equivalent, but there was a gap in accumulation. A newly ascended Throne like Sylvia was naturally inferior to those demigods who had existed for thousands of years.
However, if they truly set their sights on Brother Shaya…
A moment later, when the silver-haired girl’s cute face was raised again, the chilling coldness had disappeared.
“In conclusion, Brother Shaya should still be careful.”
A slight smile curved her lips.
“However, I am also worried that when I am not around, Brother Shaya might be targeted by those with ulterior motives.”
“So, I will leave one of my familiars at Brother Shaya’s home.”
“Then, see you later, Brother Shaya.”
The light-golden script quietly appeared in the void.
The next moment, Sylvia’s slender figure slowly faded.
A few seconds later, she disappeared into the twilight radiance.
The large mansion was once again left with only Shaya and Aerora, making it seem a bit lonely for a moment.
“I’ll wash the dishes,” the blonde girl finally stood up from her seat, withdrawing her gaze that had been fixed on Shaya.
This also made Shaya breathe a sigh of relief; Little Ai’s “gaze from the main wife” was not something anyone could withstand.
Aerora began to tidy up the dishes on the table. As she tidied, she suddenly said softly, “Do you want a lap pillow tonight?”
With Sylvia’s appearance, this girl finally felt a strong sense of crisis and began to try to proactively offer benefits to Shaya.
Shaya wiped away some spilled wine from the table with a cloth and picked up a stack of porcelain bowls. He then pulled the girl into his arms. “Is a very short skirt with no stockings okay?”
*Crack—*
A pair of wooden chopsticks was broken on the spot.
The roots of the girl’s ears under her golden hair instantly turned red.
“Let me think about it…”
She snatched the remaining bowls and chopsticks from Shaya’s hand, lowered her head, and fled as if flying. Soon, the sound of splashing water came from the kitchen.
Hmph, now you know who’s on top, huh?
Just as Shaya was about to go after her to tease her a bit more and press his advantage, he suddenly remembered Sylvia’s last words before she left.
“Leave one of my familiars at my house?”
He looked around the mansion.
He saw on the sofa not far away, a white cat with soft silver fur, dozing with its eyes closed.
The white cat’s demeanor was quite elegant, with a sense of inviolable nobility.
The next moment, as if sensing Shaya’s gaze, the white cat opened its eyes, revealing its pair of azure silver pupils.
It leaned towards Shaya and let out a lazy meow.
Meow—
