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Bab 270: 271. A Dying Man.

How could it not hurt?

That loud crashing sound could cause phantom pain in anyone who heard it...

The Witcher thought to himself.

But he didn't expose the little monster's lie. Instead, he sighed softly, reached out with his right hand, and rubbed the little monster's head, saying:"Alright, alright, it doesn't hurt... it doesn't hurt..."

With Mary's help, it took some time to soothe the little monster. The Witcher glanced at the still twitching black cloth, thought for a moment, and then stood up and asked Vera:"Lady Vera, could you please take Yennefer back to Kaer Morhen? This place is too..."

"I... I don't want to leave..." the little monster interrupted softly.

Not wanting to leave doesn't mean she won't leave...

The little monster still knew her limits. But before the Witcher could say anything to persuade her, Vera suddenly spoke up:"If she doesn't want to leave, then she doesn't have to."

Hmm?

Allen and Mary looked at Vera, who had a smirk on her face, almost simultaneously, stunned.

"Lady Vera..." they both said in unison.

"Don't worry. I'll keep her by my side tonight. If there's any danger, I'll send her back to Kaer Morhen..." the sorceress said softly.

This seemed to be the first time Vera had ever refused Allen's request. But since the sorceress was the one casting the portal spell, the Witcher had no way to force her. Besides, with the protection of the blood-red fox, the little monster might be the safest person in all of Ellander during tonight's May Day Festival celebrations...

So, listening to the little monster's slightly anxious breathing, Allen hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement. Seeing that the decision was made, Mary glanced out the window.

The setting sun cast its final rays. Outside, the flourishing plants were draped in a golden layer.

"Well then..." Mary turned back, her large eyes glimmering with excitement and anticipation as she gently placed the little monster on the ground. She urged eagerly, "It's getting late. Shall we head out now?"

"Although the main May Day parade is at night, I heard there are already many stalls selling all kinds of trinkets in the afternoon..."

"There are also quite a few bards and illusionists taking the chance to perform in the streets..."

The Witcher shook his head helplessly: "Mary, we aren't..."

"I know... I know..." Mary walked over quickly, hooked her arm through his, and pretended to be serious as she said, "We're following the goddess's guidance, participating in the May Day Festival to protect the people of Ellander who are in danger..."

Do you really know that?

The Witcher looked down at Mary, who was trying to appear serious but whose eager little hand gripping his arm expressed a very different emotion. He couldn't help but sigh.

Sensing Allen's complicated gaze, Mary stuck out her tongue: "The goddess Melitele didn't say we couldn't enjoy ourselves before saving Ellander, right?"

"We've done everything we could. As long as we bring the necessary items tonight, we should be fine..."

Hearing this, the Witcher gazed into Mary's big, watery eyes and thought about how she had been tirelessly making Specter Oil these past few days. His heart softened.

Mary never cared about money, and being with someone like Vera, who was wealthy, she certainly never lacked money even if her family had none. Moreover, when Allen asked Mary to make the Specter Oil, the old duke hadn't even named a price yet...

So, after all these days of tedious work, it was obvious to the Witcher who she was doing it for.

"Go ahead... go ahead..."

At this moment, Vera chimed in as well, urging him: "Whether there will be an accident at the May Day Festival is still uncertain."

"Besides, Mason and Ianna have already made ample preparations."

"Are you telling me that in all of Ellander, with so many knights and priests, there's a need for a fourteen-year-old Witcher?"

"And also..."

The sorceress paused, lowering her eyes slightly and pursing her thin lips:"And also, it's been a long time, and I haven't seen you have any fun or relaxation..."

"That's not how a fourteen-year-old should be!"

The Witcher couldn't refute her words.

Indeed.

There were so many people in Ellander, and with Vera and Ianna, two extraordinary individuals, present, he might have been overextending himself.

"I understand." The Witcher nodded and looked at Mary, "Let's head out now!"

"Yahoo~"

Mary almost jumped with joy when she heard that.

"I want to come too..." the little monster said weakly.

"No, you don't..." Before Allen or Mary could respond, Vera cut her off with a cold glance, "You're coming with me..."

The little monster shrank back, clutching the black cloth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Allen glanced at Vera, then instinctively turned his head, just in time to meet Mary's eyes.

In the next second, the two quickly looked away. Mary lowered her head unconsciously, her cheeks slightly flushed. Seeing this, Vera smirked slightly and said softly: "If there's nothing else to prepare, let's head out now."

"Wait," Allen suddenly remembered something, "I promised Master Vesemir..."

"I'll inform him," Vera interrupted, "Anything else?"

"No..." Allen shook his head helplessly. He glanced at Mary, and then the two of them walked out one after the other.

"Snap~"

A finger snap.

As soon as Allen stepped out of the alchemy room, he heard something being thrown behind him. He quickly turned around and caught it.

"Clang, clang~"

The sound of metal clinking caught the Witcher's attention. It was a coin pouch, decorated with gold trim.

"Inside are some small coins, so you don't need to exchange them," Vera said with a cheerful smile.

Prepared so thoroughly? Allen was stunned for a few seconds.

Was this all planned in advance?

However, he did indeed have very little change on him.

After parting ways with Hughes, Bond, and Fred, and with Mary joining their group, Vesemir had been in charge of their daily expenses. So, the Witcher didn't refuse, thanked her, and tucked the pouch into his cloak. Then, with Vera's "Have fun" blessings and the little monster's somewhat "resentful" gaze, the two of them left the alchemy room.

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Meanwhile.

By the time Captain Arthur drove the cloak-covered wagon back to the castle's military camp, hundreds of soldiers dressed in black iron armor had already lined up on the empty training grounds.

"Clatter, clatter~"

Before the wagon even stopped, three soldiers, each wearing a black iron helmet with a long red feather—who appeared to be officers—ran up. As they approached, the wagon stopped.

The man in the middle removed his helmet, revealing a rugged face with a thick beard. Looking at Arthur stepping down from the wagon, he asked: "Is this the sword oil Sir Mason mentioned?"

Arthur nodded.

Without saying much, he signaled to his men to unload the chest, which stood half as tall as a person.

Opening it revealed rows of neatly arranged glass bottles, glistening in the sunlight.

"Smack~"

Arthur slapped away the bearded officer's hand, which had carelessly reached for the chest.

"Sir Sara, this is Specter Oil for the five hundred soldiers of the Hunting Army. Please inspect it."

"Duke Mason specifically had you train in applying the oil over the past few days, so I won't repeat the instructions."

The bearded officer, Sara, rubbed his hand and complained: "We're all old friends and comrades, can't you be a little gentler?"

Seeing that Arthur remained silent, he didn't mind.

The Monster Hunting Army had only been established five years ago, evolving from Duke Mason's personal guard. It was formed after the last remnant of the rebellion in Fargra was destroyed, when Ellander suffered severe casualties from both war and plague, leading to a rampant spread of monsters.

It wasn't that the old duke hadn't hired professional witchers to deal with these creatures. But Ellander was far from Kaer Morhen of the Wolf School, Kaer Seren of the Griffin School, and Haern Cadwe of the Bear School. And witchers often returned to their schools to hibernate through winter.

So, once the witchers left, small groups of monsters would inevitably reappear, attacking and harassing the surrounding villages of Ellander.

Since the war had temporarily ended, Duke Mason decided to select a group of the most battle-hardened soldiers from among his guards to form a special unit. This unit was tasked with specifically dealing with scattered and weaker monsters—thus, the Monster Hunting Army was born.

As a result, most of the officers, including Sara and Arthur, were originally from the personal guard. He and Arthur had a bond forged in life-or-death situations on the battlefield. Though they hadn't seen each other often in recent years due to their respective military duties, they were naturally much more casual in their interactions.

The bearded officer, Sara, looked at his old battle companion, who was expressionless and silent, and added silently in his mind: at least, that's what he thought.

After a few seconds, Arthur continued to stare at him without a word.

"Alright, alright," Sara scratched his head in frustration, not really bothering to count the bottles. "Sir Arthur, we've received these specter oils for the Monster Hunting Army."

"Now, may I touch them?"

Arthur extended his right hand, gesturing permission.

"Clink clink~"

Sara took a bottle of specter oil from the crate and waved it in front of his eyes.

"This specter oil—can it really be as powerful as Lord Mason said a few days ago?"

"Three strikes to kill a ghost, all because of this?"

Sara, with a tone of doubt, opened the bottle and sniffed it. A young knight who had come with Arthur immediately stopped him in alarm: "Sir Sara, this is meant to be applied to swords, not drunk!"

"I know!" Sara waved his hand, putting the cork back in the bottle. "I don't know much about it, but isn't alchemy something witchers aren't particularly skilled at?"

"First of all, it's not meant for ghosts," Arthur said, expressionless. "specter oil targets all specter-type creatures, like wraiths, banshees, plague maidens..."

"Also, the 'three strikes to kill' applies to Master Allen's level of skill..."

"We haven't tested it because lone wraiths are hard to find."

"So you should probably double that number."

No tests had been conducted...

Sara paused, stopping the shaking of the bottle. After a couple of seconds, he looked at Arthur with a serious expression: "You dare bring untested substances to the Monster Hunting Army?"

"The men risk their lives fighting those monsters! Do you know how many we've lost in just the past six months?"

Sara's voice grew harsher, his eyes widening. But before Arthur could speak, the young knight beside him quickly added:"Sir Sara, while we haven't tested specter oil, we have tried another of Master Allen's concoctions, necrophage oil, and it worked superbly!"

Another middle-aged knight, who had been helping to carry the crates, nodded and calmly raised a finger toward the bearded officer:"One strike."

"One strike?" Sara blinked, confused.

"Clang~"

The middle-aged knight patted the scabbard of his longsword.

"Steel sword. One strike to decapitate a ghoul," he paused, proudly lifting his head, "I did it!"

"Huh?" Sara's mouth hung open in shock as he glanced between the middle-aged knight and the longsword at his waist.

Ghouls were the monsters the Monster Hunting Army fought the most. Those pack-hunting fiends often appeared in groups near battlefield ruins, fast and cunning, making them particularly challenging to deal with.

Even with silver weapons forged by Mahakam dwarves, the Monster Hunting Army often suffered casualties.

Steel swords couldn't even pierce their hides...

Wait...

Have the personal guard had casualties recently?

"The dead ones," Arthur interrupted Sara's thoughts, ignoring the resentful look from the middle-aged knight.

"Captain..." the middle-aged knight grumbled.

"You'll mislead them with that explanation," Arthur shook his head. "It happened the day the high priestess of Melitele performed the exorcism outside the city."

The day of the exorcism... Sara frowned at the mention, casting a glance at the Monster Hunting Army officer beside him, who quickly averted his gaze.

"Master Allen killed all those ghouls..."

After a pause, Arthur added: "Thirty-three ghouls, and one alghoul, with no injuries to Master Allen himself."

"But necrophage oil does enhance the weapon's power. Even if the ghoul is alive, as long as you can land a hit, a steel sword will do the job with one strike."

"Hiss—"

All three Monster Hunting Army officers gasped simultaneously, exchanging looks. Even Sara, who had been so outraged moments ago, found himself at a loss for words. There's no way a witcher master, capable of single-handedly and unscathedly slaughtering so many monsters, would bother selling them a few hundred bottles of fake potions.

Especially since the necrophage oil had already proven effective.

And of course, someone as great as Duke Mason could never be tricked...

"Also," Arthur said, "the specter oil was provided as a precaution."

"We're patrolling, guarding the crowds during the carnival, not hunting monsters."

"True..." Sara awkwardly scratched his head.

And they were already armed with silver weapons, giving them an extra layer of protection compared to the personal guard.

"There's really nothing to worry about," laughed the middle-aged knight from the personal guard. "Do you know who Master Allen's alchemy teacher is?"

"Who?"

"The Blood-Red Fox—Vera!"

The three Monster Hunting Army officers froze for a moment, then, after recalling for a while, their eyes widened at the revelation. Any doubts about the specter oil's effectiveness vanished instantly.

Night began to fall.

It was nearly time for the Monster Hunting Army's patrol.

With nothing left to discuss, the group said their farewells, leaving behind the potions and cart as they headed out.

Sara began organizing the soldiers to distribute the potions. From start to finish, neither the officers of the Monster Hunting Army nor those of the personal guard mentioned...

...the unexpected event that had prompted Duke Mason and High Priestess Ianna to go to such great lengths.

Could mere mortals like them really handle it with just a bottle of sword oil?

How many of their soldiers, or even they themselves...

...would survive after tonight?

....

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272. The May Festival King.

273. One Wave After Another.

274. The Dust of Heroes.

275. I Have My Battlefield.

276. Conjunction of the Spheres—Wraiths.


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Bab 271: 272. The May Festival King.

Allen had never seen so many people in Ellander before. To be precise, since coming to this world, he had never seen so many people gathered in one place. From the moment he stepped out of Vera's small courtyard and walked towards the temple gate, the number of people started to increase.

The secluded temple entrance was packed with carriages, and the priests, dressed in simple robes, were sweating profusely as they organized the women who had come to worship Melitele, praying for blessings in the new cycle of rebirth. They led them orderly into the temple.

Allen had originally planned to invite Lessa along, but seeing her flustered and overwhelmed at the entrance, he wisely chose not to disturb her and quietly left. And this was just at the remote Melitele Temple, a place rarely visited by men.

After walking down the blessed mountain path and passing by several impressively thick, ancient oak trees...

Suddenly, a rush of heat and the din of voices came flooding towards him.

Merchants were shouting, children were crying, tourists were exclaiming in amazement, and the guards were calling out to maintain order...

Before he even got a good look at the lively street scene, the witcher had to control himself to dull his sharp hearing.

After turning the corner, but before stepping past the sign marking the temple district, Mary, who had been eagerly pulling Allen forward, suddenly stopped.

She quickly turned around, her bright eyes sparkling, as if she was about to share some treasure. She shook her index finger forcefully, pointing to her side:"Allen… Allen…"

She was so excited that she couldn't even finish a full sentence.

Is it really something to get this excited over? Allen found it amusing.

But as he took another step and turned the corner, he too involuntarily came to a stop. He stared in disbelief at the scene before him, unable to speak.

Flowers.

There were blooming flowers of all colors everywhere.

On the streets, windowsills, rooftops, city walls…

Not only were there flower pots on the buildings of residents and shops, but there were also flower pillars decorated with fresh flowers, ribbons, and streamers on both sides of the streets. Among the crowds, many girls had flowers pinned in their hair or wore carefully woven flower crowns.

The bustling throng of people made Ellander look like an ancient flower-covered ship sailing through a sea of blossoms.

"So beautiful, Allen!"

Mary shouted excitedly, swinging Allen's hand, pointing here and there. It truly was beautiful...

Smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air, Allen couldn't help but admit it. The intense festive atmosphere instantly lifted much of the fatigue he'd been feeling from days of potion brewing.

However.

After a burst of excitement, looking at the throngs of people, Allen and Mary exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of where to go next. Since arriving in Ellander, they had never wandered around the city, and didn't know their way. Just as the two were feeling a bit lost...

"Master Allen!"

The witcher looked in the direction of the voice.

A guard dressed in neat silver armor was waving at him, running over.

Allen watched as the guard removed his helmet, revealing a young face that seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place it.

"Who are you?"

Sinc caught his breath, carefully glancing at the sorceress's beautiful and fair face, feeling a little envious as he noticed their tightly clasped hands.

"I'm Sinc Vincent, one of Duke Mason's personal guards. I was with him when we set up the ceremony earlier. Just call me Sinc."

"I noticed you two standing here for a while. Is it your first time here… er… unfamiliar with Ellander?"

"We haven't really explored the city much, so…" Allen glanced at Mary. "Is there anywhere lively today that would be suitable for us?"

"Hahaha," Sinc laughed heartily, revealing his white teeth. "There's not a single place in Ellander that's not lively today, but the best spot for you two would definitely be the Ellander Market Square."

"Not only are there traveling bards, musicians, and jesters from all over the world…"

"There are also all sorts of snacks and treats. Especially at 'Gnome Mama's' donut stall, the donuts are soft, sweet, and filled with tangy plum jam..."

"Grumble~"

Someone's stomach growled at that moment.

In the noisy environment, ordinary people might not have heard the sound of the growling stomach. But Allen, being a witcher master, even though he'd dulled his hearing somewhat, heard it clearly.

Mary clearly knew this too.

After giving Allen's arm a playful slap, her face suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head. Her adorable expression left the young Sinc momentarily stunned.

"How do we get there?" Allen asked.

Sinc snapped back to reality, a little embarrassed as he quickly pointed towards where the sun was setting: "Just follow this road straight ahead. There's a large square with a statue of Melitele in the center. That's the place…"

"If you still can't find it or run into trouble at night, you can always find a guard along the street…"

Sinc paused for a moment.

"Just mention your name, and that will be enough."

Allen blinked in surprise.

Is my name really that influential?

Does every guard patrolling the streets know who I am?

Slap slap.

Sinc seemed to understand what the witcher was thinking and smiled as he patted the sword at his waist.

"Tonight, the swords guarding Ellander will all be the color of the sea."

The witcher was silent for a moment.

"Thank you," he said.

Sinc smiled, hesitated for a second, then asked:

"Will Ellander be safe?"

"Mm, everything will be fine." Listening to the joyful laughter from the crowd, the witcher nodded solemnly.

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The Ellander Market Square wasn't far from the boundary between the temple and the city. However, due to the crowded streets, it still took the two of them quite a while to reach this noisy, joyful, and bustling place.

Crackle, Crackle.

Although it wasn't completely dark yet, many torches were already lit around the statue of Melitele in the market square. A large bonfire, about two people high, was fenced off not far behind the statue. Further back, on the edge of the square, there was a stage made of birch wood overlooking the large bonfire.

But the stage was still empty.

In the slightly stifling heat, several bards dressed in brightly colored clothes surrounded the goddess's statue, plucking their lutes. They seemed to be trying to ignite the bonfire with the enthusiasm and joy of all of Ellander. And in such a lively place, there was no shortage of vendors selling goods.

Sure enough.

Allen, holding Mary's hand, had barely had a moment to catch his breath after arriving at the square...

When an elderly woman, still quite spry despite her age, squeezed through the crowd with a basket in hand.

"Handsome young man," the old woman opened her basket, revealing flowers of various colors. "On such a beautiful day as the May Festival, how could you not adorn your lovely companion with flowers…"

Before Allen could respond, the old woman glanced at Mary and clicked her tongue in admiration:

"Such a beautiful girl deserves the most radiant flowers."

Upon hearing these flattering words, Mary's already flushed face turned even redder.

She stole a glance at the witcher.

Whether it was because of the heat from the bonfire or not, Allen, who was holding Mary's soft little hand, could feel the blood in his body heating up as well. He scanned the surroundings.

All the girls had flowers in their hair, except for his girl.

How could that be?

He immediately pulled out a small handful of coins from his pouch and handed them to the elderly woman, whose smile deepened with wrinkles.

"Just this one will do," the old woman picked a single oren from Allen's hand and carefully tucked it into her chest.

This price would normally be expensive, but on the day of the May Festival, it was just right. After all, none of them were prepared. But wealthy Allen didn't mind at all.

After pocketing the money, the elderly woman cheerfully reached into her basket and pulled out a rose, a deep red that appeared almost bewitching. The thorns on the rose had been meticulously removed.

Signaling for Mary to lower her head, the old woman swiftly and skillfully arranged the flower into her hair.

The rose now rested above Mary's right temple, its crimson hue accentuating her snow-white skin with a beauty that seemed beyond her years.

"How do I look?" Mary gently touched the rose with her right hand and tilted her head, eagerly looking at Allen.

"You look beautiful," Allen truthfully nodded.

Mary chuckled a few times, her cheeks flushing even more.

Just then—

Another flower, a pale pink carnation, appeared before her.

"What's this?"

"This is for you," the old woman smiled kindly, offering a blessing:

"May the goddess bless you with a good match, health, and happiness."

After saying that, the old woman, with agility surprising for her age, moved against the crowd to her next customer.

"A good match, huh?"

Mary muttered under her breath, feeling her face heat up as if it were about to catch fire.

Gurgle...

Someone's stomach was protesting again.

"Let's go find those donuts that Sinc mentioned—the ones made by the 'gnome mom'..." Allen chuckled.

Grabbing Mary's hand, he started looking for the donuts. His steps quickened. After all, they hadn't eaten dinner, and it wasn't just Mary's stomach protesting. Though someone else was using a witcher's self-control to suppress his hunger.

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Time flew by in the midst of the bustling festivities, and soon the night fell.

The crowds at the Ellander Market Square began to thin out.

Merchants, jesters, bards, musicians...

Of course, the ones leaving the most were the men and women who had already settled down. The May Festival was a celebration for the young. Once it was dark, it was time to let go of the shame of daily life, to embrace the changing cycles of nature, and ignite desires and vitality.

After eating their fill, and with Mary now adorned in various quirky, beautiful, and fascinating trinkets—looking more conspicuous than the Maypole itself...

The witcher had spent his last coin. Then, with a slightly tired Mary, they sat down in the square. They watched as, behind the unlit bonfire, a few bards and musicians slowly made their way onto the stage.

"May Festival!"

Voices began to rise from the crowd.

"May Festival!"

Passionate, lively music filled the air, and the calls from the men and women in the square grew even louder. Mary, too, seemed energized by the increasingly festive atmosphere, joining in with loud shouts.

At this moment—

A pair of young men and women, wearing flower crowns and dressed in bright clothing, walked onto the stage from the side.

Judging by the exclamations around them, Allen and Mary realized they were the May Festival King and Queen from the previous year. They would now select this year's May Festival King and Queen amidst the crowd's cheers. This was a unique tradition for the May Festival in the Northern Continent.

The May Festival King symbolized vitality and strength, while the Queen symbolized fertility and spring.

They would lead the young people participating in the festival through dances and celebrations, to honor and please the goddess of spring and flowers. Here in Ellander, that goddess was, of course, Melitele. As for how the King and Queen were chosen...

The blonde May Festival King and Queen intertwined their fingers and took torches from the hands of the bards, who had stopped playing. They then threw the torches toward the massive pile of firewood.

Whoosh!

A blaze roared up into the sky, as if it were trying to light up the heavens. With the heat rising and the music resuming, now even more lively and passionate than before, the atmosphere in the market square reached its peak.

"May Festival!"

Men and women shouted excitedly, rising to their feet and quickly seeking suitable partners to drag toward the stage.

Following the wild, enthusiastic dance steps of the former May Festival King and Queen on stage, they too began to dance freely.

Every so often, there were cries of surprise as people stepped on each other's feet or bumped into one another. But no one cared about that.

It didn't matter if the dance steps were right!

It didn't matter if they were in sync with the rhythm!

What mattered was letting go and embracing the wild excitement, letting the blood boil and the energy of life erupt.

Only then could one be chosen as the May Festival King and Queen!

Allen's body felt a bit heated too, but he had no intention of joining in. After all, he couldn't dance. Just watching people dance awkwardly made his scalp tingle.

But then, the next moment—

The witcher felt someone suddenly grab his hand, pulling him up.

"May Festival!"

Mary, uncharacteristically bold, shouted into his ear, her familiar citrus scent making even the supernaturally resilient witcher a bit dizzy.

He didn't know why.

Looking at her flushed cheeks and the dreamy blue eyes—the same color as his own—he couldn't help but stand up.

In a daze, he found himself being pulled into the crowd, despite his superior strength. She danced gracefully beside him, her robes and the flowers in her hair swaying in the wind. He had never realized she was such a good dancer, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers.

Elegant, light.

Hearing her bright, bell-like laughter, he focused entirely on her steps, maneuvering his body to avoid the other dancers. The witcher's extraordinary physical abilities were on full display.

Despite never having danced before, he not only kept up with her rhythm but soon felt as if he were moving as one with her...

There was no need to force control over his body or to concentrate on his surroundings—he could simply flow with the music. He started to lose himself in the moment. His eyes seemed to focus solely on the soft gaze of Margarita Laux-Antille.

Until...

It seemed like the entire city began to chant:

"May Festival King!" "May Festival Queen!"

Suddenly, a commotion erupted around them. It felt as though someone had placed a crown on his head, and a wreath on hers. The crowd surrounded them, parading them through showers of flower petals, leading them towards a path of light amidst cheers.

In that moment—

He forgot the reason he had joined the festivities. All he saw was the girl's bright smile, her eyes full of dancing firelight, and the reflection of a blue-eyed figure.

She clung tightly to his shoulders. The air around them was filled with the intoxicating scent of citrus.

In this heady fragrance, he forgot everything.

Until suddenly—

Countless shooting stars streaked across the night sky.

....

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273. One Wave After Another.

274. The Dust of Heroes.

275. I Have My Battlefield.

276. Conjunction of the Spheres—Wraiths.

277. The First Battle of the Divine Sword Balmur.


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