Chapter 828
The Great Serpent and the Sun
“Eivass, Eivass…”
“Hey, Superman, wake up, it’s Safurin…”Chapter 828
The Great Serpent and the Sun
“Eivass, Eivass…”
“Hey, Superman, wake up, it’s Safurin…”
Drowsily, Eivass suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the dim, deep red moonlight, the Sea of Blood emitted rhythmic tides.
Not far from Eivass’s side was a petite girl with waist-length black hair.
In the preparation room, as usual, her face was obscured. However, the golden-red robe she wore gave off a rather regal impression. Her head, neck, and wrists were adorned with numerous jewels… It was less like an Ascension Ritual and more like a princess attending a grand banquet.
For her, the stone chair, clearly too large for the elf to sit comfortably, was indeed quite spacious.
Thus, the girl curled up her legs, nestling in a corner of the chair like a mermaid. She gazed at Eivass with a smile. Seeing Eivass look up at her, she immediately let out a clear, bell-like laugh.
“It’s been a while, Eivass. Of course, perhaps not that long — if we count your descent in Avalon as our meeting.” Alistair teased boldly.
“Ala…”
Just as Eivass was about to say something, he suddenly realized something: “You entered using body number 14? And the Shadow Demon can no longer disguise you… In that case, wouldn’t it be inappropriate for you to use the identity of Ala? After all, for you, the name Alistair is your true name.”
“Just pick any name.” Alistair said casually, “Codename doesn’t matter… So call me **’Beast:’**”
“…That doesn’t sound good.” Eivass frowned deeply.
If spoken in the Avalon language, this word also carried meanings such as “livestock” or “a person with a beastly heart.” Rather than a “codename chosen for oneself,” it sounded more like a curse from others.
“Then, why don’t you give me one,” Alistair, who had inherited Eivass’s naming ability, simply gave up, “How about **’Great Sin’**? Or **’Scarlet’**?”
“…Call me Snake.” Eivass pondered for a long time before replying, “As the Son of Father Snake… this title is most fitting.”
“Then **’Great Serpent.’**” Alistair emphasized.
Eivass nodded helplessly, “Whatever you like, as long as you’re happy. Also, remember to call me Fox.”
“—Still calling me Fox?” Alistair questioned, “The ‘fox personality’ in you comes from me, right? Look at you now that I’ve been cut out of you. Where is there any of your cunning or mischievousness? The shining radiance on you is almost blinding me.”
Alistair was clearly unusually excited today… She was wearing her most luxurious and formal attire, and she directly addressed Eivass by his True Name, playing jokes that only they knew.
However, Eivass also knew why Alistair was so.
This was the first time they were participating in an Ascension Ritual together.
—If nothing unexpected happened, it would also be the last.
So Eivass was very gentle, trying his best to satisfy all of Alistair’s requests, “Then what do you think I should be called? I’ve already given you a name… so now it’s your turn to give me one.”
“You shall be called **’Sun.’**” Alistair said without hesitation.
“Why?” Eivass was somewhat puzzled.
He had thought Alistair might give him some nonsensical name. But before Alistair could answer, new Ascenders began to appear in the other seats.
The first to appear was an old man wearing a mage’s robe and holding a staff, with white hair and a white beard.
—Even though he hadn’t said a word, Eivass had already guessed that this old man should be a Grand Mage.
Following him, two more appeared almost simultaneously.
One of them wore a brown linen robe that even Star Antinomy farmers no longer wore. He looked like an ascetic monk. Not only was it adorned with patches of various colors, but it also had oil stains scattered across it… It didn’t look like clothing at all, but rather like a rag that had been used for a long time.
His olive-green, damp hair spread out behind him in winding strands like seaweed. Combined with the similarly damp-feeling “retro fashion,” it gave off a subtle sense of disgust. Eivass showed no reaction, but Alistair frowned and did a tactical backward lean—even from a distance, looking at his clothes, she felt as if she could smell some strange odor.
In an Ascension Ritual, one either wears sufficiently formal attire to express their attitude, or they wear clothes that can be used to disguise their identity.
… But this was the first time he had seen such a style of dress.
The other person was a woman in her mid-to-late twenties or early thirties. She appeared exceptionally resolute, sitting upright with an imposing demeanor.
“…Oh?” The Grand Mage seemed to recognize their identities. The old man leaned forward slightly, his tone somewhat subtle, “You two…”
“Wuwuwu, Narcissus has just established its nation, and you no longer recognize Old Laro?” The “Rag Man” immediately put on a fake crying act with zero frames, instantly shocking the old man, “Sandro, Old Sandro—Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!”
“You! This—” The old mage was instantly infuriated, having been exposed on the spot. Before he could say anything, the “Rag Man” immediately spoke at high speed, “Why are you being so distant, Old Sandro? I haven’t mistreated you, have I? I’ve helped you quite a bit! Think about our past affection; you even held me when I was a child!”
For a moment, Eivass even thought he had misheard.
“Laro! You clown—” The old mage finally reacted, angrily shouting, “I haven’t provoked you! I’m not one of those Children of the Moon!”
Before he could finish speaking, a sixth person materialized in the sixth seat.
She was a woman with beautiful, long brown curly hair, wearing a palace gown as splendid as Alistair’s. As soon as she appeared, she heard the old mage’s voice.
“—Child of the Moon?” Her voice immediately became less friendly, “What did the Child of the Moon do to you, Mage?”
Even though she hadn’t seen the people around her clearly, it was a New Moon Ritual, so offending someone didn’t matter. If he dared to say one more word, even if she didn’t ascend this time, she would kill him inside! This was the confidence of a Child of the Moon as a creature of the Path. They didn’t need to study to gradually increase their Path level as they grew, making advancement easy. Even if they failed, they would recover after some time; they had long lives and could wait. Their souls and bodies were already integrated, and as long as they weren’t completely dead, they could be healed in the Material Realm. Minor injuries like missing limbs were inconsequential; they could be replenished by absorbing blood. Even if they truly died, it was fine; if necessary, they could kill themselves immediately upon exiting—since they had already died once, they wouldn’t die again. Afterward, they could simply use the bone ash of another Child of the Moon to fill the void in their soul and resurrect on the spot. Other people feared death, but she alone did not. This was also the absolute advantage of the Children of the Moon in Ascension Rituals. It was also why the Path of Love was often rejected by others in Full Moon Rituals.
“Andrea Walter!!” Before the old mage could reply, the “Rag Man” who called himself “Laro” suddenly shouted at an extremely high volume, drowning out everyone else’s voices, even causing the Child of the Moon to shiver. Although her expression was unclear, Eivass felt as if she had widened her eyes and was looking at “Rag Man Laro” with disbelief.
—Is this person crazy?!
And Laro, without hesitation, directly shouted his feelings: “F*** your mother!!!”
“…Huh?” Andrea was taken aback. Although she was being insulted, her mind went blank for a moment—because she had no idea why a stranger would grab her and curse her.
In an instant, even the entire preparation room for the Ascension Ritual fell silent.
Alistair’s eyes seemed to gleam. She watched it all, appearing excited and thrilled—
This is so cool!
A grudge match!
(End of this chapter)
