Chapter 64: I Have Something Very Important to Tell You
The light spots shattered one by one, and the magic guide screen returned to nothingness, indicating that the two mechanical messengers had lost contact completely. Shaya watched the empty magic guide screen and shook his head slightly. After confirming the exact time and details of the impending riot from Norton, Shaya’s first thought was to report it. Although this plan seemed a bit cowardly, it was undoubtedly the optimal choice to break the deadlock, and he wouldn’t have to bear any risk.
On one hand, Grand Duke Brunnhildr, located at the border, would gain an advantage if he received accurate intel on the high-ranking members of the secret organization who had ambushed him. He could then secretly plan to break the deadlock. On the other hand, for the Holy Divine Kingdom, which considered itself the orthodox faith, a resurrected pseudo-god would undoubtedly be a heresy that needed to be eliminated. To enhance the credibility of his report, Shaya included many verifiable details in his letter. In the letter sent to the Holy See, he even specifically added a wisp of Twilight’s corrupting aura as a medium. However, it seemed all his efforts were in vain.
Shaya recalled the time and coordinates when the two light spots lost contact and sketched a mental image. “Is the range of the Historical Echo roughly half the size of the Azure Court Duchy?” “The reason the mechanical messengers lost contact should be because they went beyond the Historical Echo’s area… If they were intercepted or crashed, the terminal would have provided clear feedback.” “Therefore, the reporting plan is unfeasible.”
Shaya reached his conclusion without much disappointment. After all, the world he was currently in was merely a Historical Echo within the ruins of the Azure Court’s Royal Capital. If this Historical Echo could manifest the world outside the Azure Court Duchy, it would be truly incredible. He hadn’t held much hope from the beginning.
However… Shaya looked at the peaceful Royal Capital scene outside the window and sighed in his heart. Although he had only lived in the Historical Echo for a few months, he had a quite good impression of the Azure Court Duchy. He had even gained benefits from the Brunnhildr Family’s Coming-of-age Ceremony, contracting Crimson, an extremely rare combat Familiar. If possible, Shaya wouldn’t mind changing the fate of the fall of the Ancient Azure Court. He also wanted to see what changes would appear in reality if he altered the original worldline in this peculiar Historical Echo. Would the worldline within the Historical Echo be completely unrelated to the real worldline, or would changes made within the Historical Echo be reflected in reality in real-time? If it was the latter, it would be quite chilling to contemplate.
However, Shaya was also clear about his own strength. If he couldn’t report to the outside world to draw the intervention of powerful individuals from beyond the Azure Court Duchy – then Shaya might be able to save a few people, or alter certain key nodes… But with the death of the Grand Duke of the Azure Court, this small nation, which stood on the front line of resisting monstrous beast tides, the Abyss, and lost kingdoms, would inevitably face decline. This was a historical tide that couldn’t be turned by one person alone, and it was also the so-called destiny.
Such divergent thoughts flashed through Shaya’s mind in an instant. He took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state of mind. Then, following the plan he had already envisioned, he proceeded to the next step. Under the candlelight in his room, Shaya took out the prepared paper and pen and wrote a few lines. After finishing, Shaya called a retainer from the mansion. “Please deliver this letter to Miss Sylvia for me.”
In the small villa, the environment was elegant. Sylvia was sitting on the stone steps of the villa, cradling her chin, quietly gazing at the azure sky. Yet her gaze seemed distant, as if it had crossed the boundless sky and reached a far-off end. In the past few months, Sylvia had not gone out much, staying within the mansion. Coupled with the rumors of her sudden inability to speak, there were many whispers within the Brunnhildr Family that Sylvia had contracted a strange illness, her condition worsening, and her life hanging by a thread.
If it were the former Sylvia, she would undoubtedly have been hurt by these sharp remarks, even falling into despair and giving up. But now, she found that these malicious voices, which were once so jarring to her, had become insignificant. When a person has a dream to strive for, the gossip of others can no longer hurt them. And Sylvia’s dream originated from that bone-chilling winter night. That black-haired, black-eyed youth had told her that her existence as Sylvia was not a sin. She could one day become a Beast Tamer. She was also worthy of embracing a colorful life, just like others, a life that belonged to her alone.
Thus, for the past few months, Sylvia had endured pain and mental torment that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. In every dark, sleepless night, she would sink her spirit to the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness, and then face the terrifying phantom image on the Bronze Cross. From the beginning, when she touched it, she would lose herself, needing Shaya to constantly watch over her and use illusions to pacify her loss of control. To now, Sylvia could not only suppress the riot of the Bronze Cross with her own will but had even begun to transform part of the power on the Bronze Cross for her own use.
At this rate, perhaps it wouldn’t be long before she could, as Brother Shaya had said, fully control her mental power. By then, she could contract a Familiar and become a true Beast Tamer. Perhaps she would even be allowed to leave the Royal Capital and see the world across Grant Sea…
Thinking this, Sylvia’s mood became somewhat melancholic. For some reason, as her control over her power deepened and she no longer needed Shaya’s illusory help to restrain herself, Shaya had not visited her much lately. The longing and excitement of her dream nearing completion now felt somewhat bland.
“Miss Sylvia, this is a letter entrusted to me by Master Shaya.” The servant’s respectful yet distant voice came from the doorway, and he turned to leave without waiting for Sylvia’s reply.
A letter from Brother Shaya? Sylvia’s previously lost mood instantly became lively. She walked to the door with light and quick steps, picked up the envelope, and eagerly tore it open, taking out the letter to read.
The next moment, Sylvia’s dark purple beautiful eyes widened. The letter contained only two short lines of text.
“Summer Flower Moon, the thirteenth day, at twilight, Morning Star Hills.”
“I have something very important to tell you.”
