VIP Chapter 429: The End Ash After Losing the “Master”
“However, some of you might not be able to. After all, they’re a ‘child’ who has already died once.”
“!?“
Hearing this, Will knew that the other party still recognized him.
He sighed and took off the hat he had put on.
He was already facing the people under Carver, so he should have been prepared for this day to arrive.
“Since you recognize me, you must understand that I have no reason to compromise. If you want to kill Al, unless Carver himself comes to find me, it’s impossible.”
He took a step forward, standing between Liya and Iaar, adopting a negotiating stance.
Grace seemed to have expected this moment. She narrowed her eyes and watched Liya, who was using her height advantage to stand behind Will and open the door with her staff.
“You… you’re still hiding a witch?! A witch?! Oh, right, that’s what you mentioned earlier – a witch!!!”
“What, what’s going on…”
Will took a step back, shielding Liya behind him, not even allowing the other party to get a clear look at her.
He felt that Grace was acting strangely.
Earlier, she still had some semblance of negotiation, especially after recognizing his identity.
But…
Why, upon seeing the true witch Liya cast a spell, did she seem unable to maintain even the calm tone from before?
“Witch, witch, witch, witch, witch…”
For some reason, Grace harbored an exceptional resentment towards witches. The elf, who appeared remarkably young, muttered incessantly like a forty-something resentful woman after seeing what Liya was doing.
“This is so annoying. Witches again. Am I destined to fight these bothersome things with songs until death?!”
“Why is she suddenly having an episode…”
Before Will could finish speaking, Grace, who had been muttering for a long time, suddenly stopped. She swiftly drew a bow and arrow from behind her.
“Liya! How much longer?”
He interrupted her unfinished sentence and asked Liya behind him.
“Almost… My mom could do it with just a stroke, why is it so troublesome for me…”
“You need to hurry, they seem to be preparing something big.”
“In the name of the Frostlands, I implore Reviers—”
Will knew something was wrong from the first sentence.
This was…
A unique opening statement for “receiving a boon from the Goddess.” However, such an opening was typically only used by God-Attuned individuals to enchant bows and arrows.
Did Carver once have such a God-Attuned elf under him?
He seemed to know nothing about Will’s experiences before becoming the Guild Master, or perhaps Carver himself, being the most in control of information in the entire world, had concealed something.
If these were arrows empowered by a prayer to the Goddess…
Iaar, whose attribute compatibility was poor and who had just gone through a fierce battle, might…
He looked at Iaar worriedly, but Iaar stepped forward.
“Arrow of the Far North—!!!”
A powerful attack, aimed at Will, Iaar, and Liya, as well as Al’s floating main body, was fired without any room for further negotiation.
Boom—!
The surrounding air itself seemed to freeze, and the resulting water vapor formed a thick fog.
Just by the sound, one could sense the destructive power of this arrow.
Even the sky above, which was red as if ignited, was enveloped by this ice-blue mist, with no trace of the once intensely oppressive Fire Dragon.
Slowly, the mist dispersed.
What was left was…
The giant dragon, which had previously been as tall as three stories, was now facing Grace with its head.
However, a perfectly circular hole had been blasted through this dragon, and a mixture of water and black blood was still dripping downwards.
And the ice arrow that had been fired left a long icy scar on the ground, extending to the edge of this “apocalypse.”
“Lord Grace, I think they have been…”
“They’ve already escaped.”
“Huh…?!”
“I know your heart isn’t with us. If you’re trying to mislead me into thinking that that shot of mine shattered them into pieces, there’s no need to say it.”
Grace glanced at Peflan beside her, causing Peflan to look away with a hint of disgust.
“Although that lowly Half-Beastman simply put up a shield, the shield’s strength was not low. I know the capabilities of my own attacks. Under those circumstances, it’s impossible for them to have been reduced to ashes.”
As she spoke, Grace walked towards the Fire Dragon.
The current Fire Dragon no longer had Al, the core of its pilot, as its “heart,” and its body was also incomplete.
It couldn’t even be called a “dragon,” perhaps dying in the most tragic form imaginable for a Fire Dragon.
“However, if that ‘consciousness’ is no longer here, and the ‘physical body’ has also disappeared, is this Dungeon considered ‘cleared’?”
Grace muttered a seemingly philosophical question about the Dungeon and reached out to touch the Fire Dragon’s body, which she had blasted a large hole into.
As if in “response” to her question…
The enormous Fire Dragon began to dissipate from its tail, turning into dust.
The red sky of the entire apocalypse also began to turn clear blue from the edges, and the dome-like sky, like a bird spreading its wings, was adorned with pure white, spiraling clouds.
“The answer is yes. This Dungeon will be cleared.”
“It’s indeed a rare attempt. In our years of Dungeon rescues, we haven’t encountered anything like this.”
“Because the one called ‘Al’ is special. That’s why everyone wants to obtain her. But it doesn’t matter, for Carver, her death is the best.”
—Because dead, she would shut up.
But Grace didn’t say the latter half.
Grace looked up at the sky.
The large box suspended in the sky, a red box like a toy chest that had contained the dragon, was also dyed blue.
It crashed heavily onto the ground, shattering into pieces, and everything inside spilled out.
The White Castle team was never one to be overly formal, especially after a victory. They naturally began to “tease” each other.
“You scared me!”
“Could this box have contained loot? After all, we didn’t see any loot after the dragon disappeared.”
“Where would loot be placed in a place like this?”
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you hear that this Fire Dragon is special? Can’t the things it carries also be special?”
“…”
Grace walked silently towards the direction of the box.
Her high heels made crisp sounds on the ground.
Within the shattered box, there was indeed “loot,” though it was not what one might have expected.
Among the loot was a thick spellbook titled “Myriad Lives of Flora,” sounding like Ancient Magic from years past.
Next to this spellbook lay a piece of paper, like a letter written to someone.
And on the other side…
There was a black box, out of place with the style of this Dungeon, placed there. This black box, both in appearance and design, looked like an “urn.”
Grace’s hand caressed this box.
She weighed it, seeming to feel its heavy weight.
“Good. We found it. This is what Carver wanted us to bring back, the truly necessary thing.”
