Chapter 1119 Contemplation and Measures <TOC> Chapter 1121 The Achilles' Heel of Nythotep
Translator: SumTLMan
As the fragments of insight trickled from Angel’s lips, an imperceptible shift in the atmosphere began to thaw the tension on the floating iceberg. Notably, the notion that Lord Night held no prejudice between man and demon unknotted many a wizard’s breath.
However, the final verdict of whether or not they would stand against this Lord Night remained shrouded in the need for further confirmation.
“Going by Angel’s assertion that Lord Night once lived alongside humanity, does that imply there once existed a shared destiny between humans and Night?” The voice emanated from a witch adorned with a pointed hat and a navel-revealing robe. Her name was ‘Wind Whisperer‘ Rivetta, a witch hailing from Night Whisper Forest. At that moment, she held a sturdy ledger in her hands, diligently jotting down information with the quick flick of a fountain pen.
If one were to observe from the side, they’d notice that Rivetta was meticulously documenting every piece of information that came her way. From the initial Chaos of the Evil God and Canter’s assimilation into the night during his investigations of La Sutherland, to all the occurrences they had braved through, Rivetta had it all penned down. Although often her records were brief sketches, when it came to matters related to ‘Angel’, her notations became detailed narratives.
Every utterance exchanged between Angel, Samantha, and Canter, Rivetta inscribed onto the records, meticulously annotating pieces of information according to their importance.
At a glance, Rivetta seemed engaged in the task of information consolidation.
Yet, every wizard who caught sight of her instinctively retreated. This witch was not simply collating information; she also held another significant role — as one of the founding members of the —City Firefly’s Night Whisper—.
“In the realm of content within the —City Firefly’s Night Whisper—, it lacks the authoritativeness of the —Forest of Time—, nor does it labor in the realm of gossip like various publications large and small, yet it skillfully weaves both together.
In a nutshell, it’s an authoritative gossip magazine with attitude. While the broad concept remains a gossip magazine, rumors and false news are minimal.
Because of this, the witches in the entire Wizarding World of the Southern Region are essentially all patrons of —City Firefly’s Night Whisper—.
The hunting plan of Lord Mengke captured the attention of the entire Wizarding World from the start, and naturally —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— would keep a keen eye on it too. Even to the point of getting the most up-to-date news, Rivetta personally came here to document some realities.
But despite recording so much information, much of it lacked space for exploration — although very secretive, it wasn’t eye-catching enough.
It wasn’t until Angel appeared that Rivetta’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Angel had too much intriguing information attached to him, and the points that could be dwelled upon were enough to attract attention. Rivetta naturally recorded every single word of his, waiting for deeper excavation later on.
Besides Angel’s personal affairs, Rivetta also showed interest in the things Angel spoke about. Sorted in order of priority, the first was the ‘Voyage of Experience’, which is to say, the illusion of the Rhythm of the Ocean. Capable of aiding and abetting demons, even inducing its awakening, there must certainly be some trickery involved. Although she wanted to delve deeper into this point, the conversation on the other end of the communicator clearly demonstrated that Angel was not inclined to answer.
The second point of intrigue was Lord Night — a half-demon lord. Naturally, such a figure drew the rapt attention of Rivetta, though the master was enigmatic, with Angel being reticent about speaking of them, which stirred a persistent itch of curiosity in her heart.
In a blink, the discourse between Samantha and Angel had reached its conclusion, causing Rivetta to give voice to the questions simmering in her heart.
The crux of Rivetta’s inquiry was the nature of the relationship shared by Lord Night and humanity — was there a romantic component to it? If so, it was as if she had stumbled upon an uncensored exposé on an interspecies romance.
However, heard by others, their thoughts were not as sensational as Rivetta’s, rather, they mulled over who this human might be? How deep ran the ties between them and Night? Could these connections be profound enough to influence Night’s perception of humanity?
Mengke also caught wind of Rivetta’s query. He had previously taken note of Angel’s words but given his status, it was inappropriate for him to directly question the matter. Rivetta’s words, however, had provided him with an opening.
Mengke suggested to Maher: “Since everyone is curious, and this may indeed be crucial information, why not relay a message to Samantha to ask?”
On the ground, Samantha’s conversation with Angel had already concluded. Canter was now engaged in an ongoing, trivial chatter with Angel.
Upon receiving Maher’s message, Samantha furrowed her brows before eventually asking, “Angel, you mentioned earlier that Lord Night once lived among humans for a period. Who was this human?”
Samantha initially tossed the query, in accordance to Maher’s guidance, as a casual remark, yet the subtle shift in Angel’s countenance upon hearing the inquiry was… interesting. It hinted that this human, Feng, harbored some peculiar nuance. This sparked a flame of curiosity within Samantha.
“What, does this human have some extraordinary identity you can’t disclose?” Samantha inquired, her eyebrow cocked in intrigue.
Indeed, Feng’s identity was no ordinary tale. Angel weighed his thoughts silently, not replying immediately to Samantha. It was not a matter of inability to disclose, but rather assessing the necessity of revelation.
After prolonged deliberation, Angel decided to share in a soft voice, “He is Mirafael Von Feng.” He made the choice to unveil Feng’s identity, yet he tactfully retained the crux of Feng’s involvement in this affair.
The issue wasn’t about being incapable of disclosure, but more about the fact that Angel was well aware: once the information reached Samantha, it would be akin to sending an open invitation to all within Frost Moon, making it public knowledge. Feng’s involvement in the matter was not just crucial but was tantamount to being the genesis. Had it not been for Feng’s initial orchestration, there wouldn’t have been any advancement in Night’s realm, let alone Angel’s presence here.
Feng’s role was not only pivotal but also implicated many, including himself and Canter. Hence, this somewhat personal piece of information, if told to individuals such as Canter or Sanders, would have been trivial, but Angel couldn’t allow it to be common knowledge.
Upon hearing the name “Mirafael Von Feng” fall from Angel’s lips, all the wizards present were taken aback.
They had theorized numerous possibilities: perhaps this human was a simple witch entangled in a melancholic romance with Night, or maybe this human was a friend of Night, their bond forged in the perilous depths of the Abyss, only to be severed due to a misunderstanding… The wizards’ capacity for conjecture was robust, as always.
Nevertheless, it never crossed their minds that they would hear this name!
Mirafael Von!
This is a wizard who exists only in books, a figure of legend!
“This Mirafael Von Feng you speak of… is it the same individual I’m thinking of?” For the first time, Samantha questioned Angel with a hint of hesitation in her voice.
“It should be the same one,” Angel replied. “I don’t think there are two wizards with the title ‘Magic Painter’ and the name Mirafael Von, are there?”
So it was indeed Mirafael Von, the Magic Painter!
Samantha, who thought she had weathered many storms, found her composure wavering. She addressed Angel in an almost accusatory tone, “Such a vital piece of information, and you were planning on keeping it to yourself unless asked?”
“Is this information really that significant?” Angel asked in return. “The Magic Painter left many years ago and has no bearing on today’s events. It’s just a trivial fact, knowing or not knowing it doesn’t make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.”
While Angel’s words seemed to carry some weight, this was about the Magic Painter, a high wizard who ascended into legend thousands of years ago!
Countless individuals had sought traces of the Magic Painter, but no one knew where he had gone.
In the present moment, a message concerning the Magic Painter — a wizard of renowned legendary craft — slips past the lips of Angel. If such news were to reach the Wizarding World, it would undoubtedly stir up a tempest of intrigue.
“The importance of the matter is inherent in his name,” Samantha shot Angel a discontented glare, “Speak up. How did the Magic Painter and Lord Night become intertwined?”
Confronted with this query, Angel seemed to sidestep the issue: “Their connection bears no relevance to today’s matter, and considering it involves Lord Night, it wouldn’t be my place to overstep… Besides, my knowledge on this topic is rather limited.”
Samantha’s fist clenched within the concealment of her sleeve. If not for the pressing consideration of a formidable entity looming in the background, she would relish the opportunity to shatter Angel’s pretense with a sharp rebut.
And Samantha was not alone in her frustration. For many years, information regarding Mirafael Von had been shrouded in a cloak of secrecy. The last piece of news about him traced back to hundreds of years prior.
Had they finally chanced upon fresh intelligence, only for Angel to keep his lips sealed?!
At this moment, Rivetta was nearly bursting with the desire to confront Angel directly, to pry answers from his elusive tongue.
“Well then,” Samantha managed to quell her tumultuous emotions, suppressing the impulse to lash out, “I won’t ask how the Magic Painter and Lord Night are intertwined. Can you at least tell me how Lord Night perceives the Magic Painter?”
“That remains a matter of subjective interpretation, of which I am not privy.”
Faced with Angel’s resolute indifference, Samantha drew in a deep breath, pivoted, and began to leave… She had originally planned to make a dramatic exit, only to settle their score the next time they crossed paths.
However, at this moment, a new message from Maher beckoned her attention.
Samantha abruptly halted her steps, pivoting to toss a thin device to Angel.
On closer examination, Angel discerned it was a communicator.
“Your mentor wishes to speak with you,” Samantha divulged curtly, returning to her icy silence.
No sooner had Samantha’s words settled than a rustling sound emerged from the communicator. After a brief pause, a gruff bass voice resonated from the other end, “Angel?”
“It’s me, mentor,” Angel responded respectfully.
Sanders: “It seems, you’ve been faring well during this period.”
Despite the apparent straightforwardness of the statement, Angel detected an undertone of resentment in the tone.
“Could be worse,” Angel retorted, empowered by the fact Sanders was not physically present and bolstered by Fafnir’s support, he couldn’t resist throwing a little shade.
Silence prevailed on the other end of the communicator.
Angel speculated on the reasons Sanders might have for contacting him — could it concern the Magic Painter? If Sanders were to ask him about it, would he be obliged to respond?
As Angel pondered, the communicator broke its silence once more:
“I’ve been informed of the situation with Toby. Stay vigilant and ensure your safety. I hope the next time we meet, it won’t be at the side of your corpse.”
Chapter 1119 Contemplation and Measures <TOC> Chapter 1121 The Achilles' Heel of Nythotep