Chapter 2245 The Frozen Throne <TOC> Chapter 2247 Six Hundred Years Ago
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Under the oppressive aura of Frost Iseth, not only did Eremy emerge from the shadows, but the originally languid Toby also let out a cry, transforming into a massive griffin, his fiery crimson eyes intently fixed on the figure upon the throne.
Even Lobert, who had reduced his size to less than a meter tall, now reverted to his true form, a gigantic three-headed lion dog standing tens of meters tall, positioned in front of Angel.
On one side was the icy, aloof snow queen upon her frozen throne, and on the other, Angel, guarded by numerous formidable allies.
It was as if in an instant, the atmosphere shifted from calm to one where tensions ran high.
Under this tense atmosphere, the elemental sprites hiding in the distance at the “Four Seasons Theater” began to shiver and cower.
Yet, Frost Iseth, the cause of this scene, did not withdraw her oppressive aura. Instead, she scoffed coldly, escalating her aura even further. However, there was no sign of submission from the opposing side.
Moreover, with Toby’s roar, a scorching barrier descended from the sky, countering Frost Iseth’s oppressive force on its own, even keeping the swirling snowstorm at bay.
It appeared effortless.
From this alone, Frost Iseth could ascertain that Toby’s strength was undoubtedly formidable, and even if it was slightly lesser than hers, it was not by much.
However, compared to Toby, what Frost Iseth cared more about was the shadow guarding in front of Angel. Although the figure merely stood silently, without any movement or emitting even the slightest hint of aura, just the act of gazing at it made Frost Iseth feel a threat within.
The power of this shadow, she feared, might not be inferior to her own.
“Did Highness Frost suddenly act out to test my Qualification? Or is this, in fact, a part of the test set by Mr. Feng?”
As Frost Iseth sized up Eremy and Toby, a faint voice broke the tense silence.
Frost Iseth slowly lifted her gaze, and beneath the disheveled silver hair, her pure white pupils looked towards Angel.
In her eyes, Angel at that moment seemed as calm as before, even carrying a bit of a leisurely and indolent air.
Was this fearless confidence because he felt surrounded by a host of guards, thus resting easy without worries?
This thought had just arisen, and before she could ponder deeply, Frost Iseth noticed that something strange was happening to Angel’s right eye. Thin and glowing green runes suddenly emerged from within… and as the green runes danced, Frost Iseth, who had been locking eyes with Angel, subconsciously shifted her gaze away.
After averting her gaze, Frost Iseth felt a stir within.
——Her subconscious was avoiding making eye contact with Angel.
This was a more direct sign of danger than facing that shadow!
When Frost Iseth came to her senses, she somewhat understood that Angel’s carefree demeanor might not stem from the confidence the guards provided, but rather because… he himself was the most dazzling presence!
Frost Iseth gave Angel a deep look, the green rune above his right eye, although no longer moving, still carried an imminent threat.
“I…” Frost Iseth began, her voice unintentionally laden with emotion. She paused for a moment to adjust her tone before continuing, “I know the purpose of your visit.”
Angel silently gazed at Frost Iseth on the throne.
Frost Iseth said, “This isn’t a test set by Mr. Feng; it’s simply what I wanted to do.”
Angel recalled the question Frost Iseth had asked before her outburst: “Was it to confirm if I am the person he mentioned?”
Frost Iseth’s head tilted slightly, her flowing silver strands seemingly thoughtfully converging, slowly pointing towards the sky… at Toby.
“When Troysa told me of its existence, I knew you were the person Mr. Feng was waiting for,” Frost Iseth, looking at Toby’s griffin form, couldn’t help but think of Kalomaches. She had spent a beautiful time with Kalomaches; it could be said that Kalomaches was the only fire creature she genuinely liked from the bottom of her heart. However, Kalomaches eventually chose to live in the Fire Domain… This was also one of the reasons Frost Iseth disliked the Fire Domain.
“Why did Highness ask me then?” Angel didn’t continue.
Frost Iseth softly snorted with a hint of coldness in her voice, “I just wanted to see if the person Mr. Feng is waiting for truly has the qualifications to follow in his footsteps.”
Angel replied with a sense of familiarity that felt almost cursed: …Oh, this damned sense of déjà vu.
So, do the elemental creatures of Marlaya Mountain all fancy themselves as “judges”? Otherwise, why would both the water elemental creature Troysa and ice elemental creature Frost Iseth seem to love questioning one’s “qualifications”?
Suppressing the urge to retort, Angel still maintained a calm demeanor and asked, “Then, Highness, do you think I am qualified?”
Looking at Angel’s unfazed expression, Frost Iseth really wanted to spit out “unqualified,” but remembering the threat she felt earlier, she remained silent for a long while. Eventually, she couldn’t go against her conscience and admitted, “You are qualified.”
Angel smiled and said nothing, but inwardly he thought: This answer really has the air of a judge… oh no, more like a reviewer.
After Frost Iseth finished speaking, she gradually withdrew the intimidating aura she had been projecting. As her presence faded, the wind and snow began to dissipate, and tranquility returned to the air once more.
Angel also waved his hand, summoning Toby back from the sky. The gigantic flame griffin performed a somersault and transformed back into a seabird, landing on Angel’s shoulder. He ignored Frost Iseth’s gaze, busying himself with pulling out a small dress from his Snowy Feather to change into.
Meanwhile, Eremy silently sank back into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
This series of actions symbolizes that Angel has chosen to lower his flag and cease the drumbeats of war.
Whether the “qualification” mentioned by Frost Iseth is genuine or not, Angel does not comment, but indeed, he did not feel much malice in Frost Iseth’s presence. Because of this, Angel is willing to accept this explanation.
Choosing conflict, although it might also lead to answers, is just a possibility, not a certainty. Angel prefers to resolve issues peacefully and rationally if possible.
Angel’s action of recalling Toby served as a signal to Speedling and Lobert as well. They both halted their defensive postures, with Speedling continuing to conceal itself, while Lobert shrank in size and slowly stood by Angel’s feet.
Frost Iseth glanced at Lobert and then said to Angel, “They have chosen you. Is this by the command of Hurricane Pollio?”
Although Frost Iseth had not said anything before, when she was in a standoff with Angel, the fact that Lobert and Speedling stood by Angel’s side, ready to confront her, was surprisingly unexpected.
Considering the mentor-student relationship with Hurricane Pollio, the Marlaya Mountain and Stormridge have always had a friendly relationship. Lobert and Speedling, even if they didn’t take sides, Frost Iseth could understand, but their adamant stance by Angel’s side was clearly unusual. In Frost Iseth’s view, the only possibility was that Hurricane Pollio had issued an order for them to protect Angel at all costs.
Lobert whispered, “It was not a command from Highness Hurricane.”
“Oh?” Frost Iseth was taken aback, quite surprised by the answer. “And why is that?”
Lobert bowed his head in silence, and Angel replied on his behalf: “They have simply signed a small oath with me, forbidding them from betraying me.”
An oath? Frost Iseth seemed to think of something: “Have you made them your elemental slaves?”
Elemental slaves, in fact, are a variant of elemental companions, belonging to one of the various relationships between wizards and elemental creatures, which require constraints through an oath. This type of relationship is uncommon and has a high rate of rebellion.
Frost Iseth’s question also reaffirmed that she is very clear about the relationship between wizards and elemental creatures.
From this, it can also be known that Frost Iseth, compared to Gentle Wind Uranos, has a more harmonious relationship with Feng.
Because this information must have been learned through Feng.
“They are not elemental slaves. Has Highness ever heard of the Merck Soul Source Oath?”
“I have,” Frost Iseth expressed doubt: “They are willing to sign the Merck Soul Source Oath?”
“For a period of twenty years.”
Upon hearing the duration, Frost Iseth then understood. Twenty years is not long for elemental creatures… but why would they agree to sign such an oath with Angel? Although Frost Iseth was curious, she did not continue to inquire.
Since it was because of the oath, Frost Iseth also understood why they had firmly chosen Angel previously.
Ignoring Lobert and Speedling, Frost Iseth shifted her focus back to Angel.
“Since you are qualified to follow in Mr. Feng’s footsteps, I can tell you everything you want to know,” Frost Iseth paused, her gaze sweeping over Cupid and Dangros. “However, some things are only suitable for your ears. If you wish to know, come with me alone.”
After Frost Iseth spoke, she gently tapped the ice surface with the frost short staff in her hand.
Following a rumbling sound, a pure white door appeared on the ice wall beside the frozen throne.
Frost Iseth glanced at Eskimo, who displayed an enlightened expression, hunched over, and, relying on his beard for support, staggered to the front of the pure white door.
Eskimo extended his hand towards the door. The door began to emit a faint light, and strands of bizarre frosty aura seeped out, revealing patterns on the door.
Angel recognized at a glance that these patterns were indeed runes.
To be precise, hidden within the frost runes was a mechanism for opening the door.
The runes themselves were not complex, and from the immature brushstrokes, Angel seemed to see the painting studio in White Cloud Hamlet.
He guessed that the runes on this door were also drawn by Feng.
Although the runes were not difficult, the method Eskimo used to open the door surprised Angel greatly.
Eskimo directly touched the runes with his hand, inputting a large amount of frosty aura to cause an overload in the energy of the basic runes, ultimately triggering the overflowing energy to activate the door’s opening mechanism.
In the mainstream methods of opening doors, it only requires the input of a fixed amount of energy at the appropriate location to unlock the door.
The method used by Eskimo… is evidently unconventional.
Fortunately, due to the poorly drawn runes on the door lacking anti-decryption traps, Eskimo was able to open the door using this method. Otherwise, not only would the door remain shut, but he would also have suffered from the backlash of the runes.
After opening the door, Eskimo posed with an air of profundity and slowly walked back to the side of the throne, saying, “Your Highness, the door is now open.”
Frost Iseth showed approval towards Eskimo, “You have worked hard. Every time this door is opened, it requires a recalculation of the amount of ice power to be input, and only you can open it correctly.”
Eskimo shook his head, “It’s no trouble, this is one of the few things I can do for Your Highness.”
Hearing their conversation, Angel thought, “…”
No wonder Eskimo posed with such profundity after opening the door; it turns out he was just putting on airs.
Although Angel felt speechless, the door had been opened, after all. Moreover, having figured out such an unconventional method of opening the door, Eskimo indeed had a reason to be proud.
At this moment, Frost Iseth also turned to look at Angel, “Behind this door is the residence where Mr. Feng once lived. If you wish to know about Mr. Feng’s affairs, come with me.”
With those words, the huge figure sitting on the frozen throne began to blur, turning into lines of snow and wind rushing towards the direction of the door.
Angel said, “Wait.”
Frost Iseth paused and reappeared, “What is it?”
“Mr. Feng’s matter is not urgent. In addition to following Mr. Feng’s footsteps this time, I have another matter to discuss with Highness,” Angel said, then took out the trilogy of Drama Shadow Boxes from his bracelet and handed it to Frost Iseth.
Under Angel’s guidance, Frost Iseth opened the first part, —Humans and Civilization—.
The illusion in the Drama Shadow Box is viewable individually, but this time, Angel set it to ‘public broadcast’, enveloping all beings near the frozen throne into the illusion created by the shadow box.
The reason for doing so was to allow Lobert and Speedling to see the possible future of the Tidal Realm, so that after the people from the Savage Grottoes enter the Tidal Realm, Lobert could work more effectively.
As time slowly passed, the trilogy of the Drama Shadow Box finally came to an end.
After watching these three parts, almost all elemental creatures, except those who had previously seen the Drama Shadow Box, had bewildered expressions on their faces.
Among them, an Eskimo kept murmuring to himself, repeatedly asking, “Is this destiny?”
However, to Angel’s surprise, Frost Iseth showed no emotional fluctuation after watching, as if she had anticipated this all along.
“Highness seems not to be surprised?” Since he was curious, Angel asked.
Frost Iseth said lightly, “When you appeared in the Tidal Realm, the opening of the passage was already destined. Had you not brought it up, I would have mentioned it to you eventually. Since you’ve proposed it and also suggested a decent approach, let’s proceed as you’ve said.”
Eskimo turned around abruptly, “Your Highness, decisions should not be made so hastily.”
Frost Iseth waved her hand, “This isn’t about being hasty; as you yourself said just now, it’s destiny.”
Eskimo: “I… I was just speaking off the cuff, without any real significance.”
Frost Iseth didn’t pay attention to Eskimo’s thoughts but instead turned to Angel, “I agree with your proposal. I will stand by your side and will meet as promised with Sage Magu in the Fire Domain.”
Chapter 2245 The Frozen Throne <TOC> Chapter 2247 Six Hundred Years Ago