Chapter 2317 The Truth <TOC> Chapter 2319 —The Dark Lord—
Translator: SumTLMan
Parlysania and Lush Groot, at this moment, also recognized Rhine’s sincerity.
Through the Witch’s Confession, they engaged in conversation once again.
Based on the mutual trust established by the Witch’s Confession, their discussion was very pleasant, despite occasionally revealing some bizarre psychological activities, which were harmless… The only one slightly hurt was Angel.
Yes, it was Angel.
The matter has to be traced back to their conversation once again.
“I agree with this. ——Although I’m somewhat reluctant to agree, I have to acknowledge the gap in strength; human wizards are indeed stronger than elemental creatures. It’s so annoying, if only Angel, that little trickster, hadn’t entered the Tidal Realm, it would have been better.”
This was Parlysania’s inner thought during the Witch’s Confession, fully exposed to everyone.
Initially, Parlysania was somewhat embarrassed to curse Angel in front of others.
But then, Parlysania was surprised to find that Sanders and Rhine, on the other side, seemed to have no reaction to this, and even the following situation occurred:
“I see. ——What has Angel done again to be so unwelcome. Ha, serves him right for acting up.” This was Sanders’ voice.
Knowing that Sanders was Angel’s mentor, and even Sanders was complaining about Angel in his thoughts, Parlysania’s slight embarrassment immediately vanished.
Following that, their conversation, at least on the surface, was quite normal. But their private thoughts were all directed at Angel.
Especially Parlysania, who practically criticized Angel from head to toe.
Through this series of criticisms, others also understood what exactly Angel did to anger Parlysania.
Although, in Rhine and Sanders’ view, Angel using tactics to draw out Nemeti wasn’t a big deal, they were also happy to see Angel’s rare moment of disfavor.
They might not say it out loud, but their thoughts couldn’t lie.
And Angel, being at the center of the whirlpool, was powerless to refute anything. Because Parlysania could always say, “I didn’t say anything; those were just my thoughts. Can’t I even think now?”
Thinking is fine! But don’t think during the “Witch’s Confession”!
Angel, already somewhat embarrassed by some unimportant thoughts, felt awkward to express any opinions now and could only silently move back beyond the coverage of the Mysterious Object.
Out of earshot, out of mind.
Leaving Angel’s topic aside, this conversation, having established a basis of mutual trust, became more sincere. Although there were some disagreements in details, since both sides could see each other’s bottom line, it didn’t lead to endless arguments.
However, this conversation was just a preliminary test. The real discussion would have to wait until Rhine visits the Fire Domain in the future and deliberates with all the other monarchs and sages.
Due to the complexity of the issues in the Tidal Realm and its vast geographical expanse, analyzing each area required extensive discussion, prolonging the conversation for an entire day.
It wasn’t until Angel sensed Nemeti disconnecting from the Wilderness of Dreams that their conversation paused momentarily.
Indeed, it was a brief pause. After just over ten minutes, Nemeti emerged from the depths of the Lost Forest and rejoined the conversation, marking a shift from a casual to a more solemn tone.
Nemeti’s participation was significant; as the strongest entity in the Tidal Realm, her opinions could heavily influence the final decisions in future deliberations.
…
The arrival of Rhine and Sanders gradually ushered the Tidal Realm into a new era, inevitably impacting the Wizarding World of the Southern Region in the future.
Yet, for the average person, these changes were inconsequential, as the realm of the extraordinary was far beyond their reach.
White Goose Town is situated on White Goose Singing Sands Island, spanning over 20,000 square kilometers within the vast Damascus Archipelago. The island, named for its largest lake that resembles a white goose in mid-call, is predominantly sandy, making it a true sand island with limited habitable inland areas.
In this unremarkable town lived a young boy named Blazer, whose home was in the slums at the southwestern edge of White Goose Town… specifically, in a garbage dump.
Living in a dilapidated tin shack, Blazer stood on a flowerless wooden pot, wrapping his right hand with a bandage held in his mouth.
He was born with a peach pit-sized pink tumor on his palm, a congenital malformation. Before Old Jason was killed over a food dispute, he had taken Blazer to see a doctor, who confirmed the tumor’s nature. Born in a garbage dump near a coal furnace factory, some locals were born with deformities.
Blazer was relatively fortunate; his tumor wasn’t large. Unlike Old Jason’s son, who had a belly as big as a ball at birth and didn’t survive a year, his son’s misfortune became Blazer’s fortune when Old Jason, grieving over his son’s death, adopted Blazer from the garbage dump.
Blazer grew up under Old Jason’s rough care until Jason was killed twelve years later. Despite his roughness, Jason taught Blazer how to survive and read, a surprising skill for someone from White Goose Town, where literacy was rare.
“Huu.” Sighing deeply as he remembered Old Jason’s death two years ago, Blazer felt a wave of sadness but continued to wrap his hand with the bandage.
In the palm of his hand, the tumor usually didn’t affect his life much, except for its unsightliness and the inconvenience it caused during fights——a skill essential for survival and scavenging valuable materials from other scavengers in the garbage dump where he grew up.
Thus, for convenience, Blazer wrapped his right hand tightly with gauze.
However, the roll of gauze he found unopened in the hospital’s trash today was awkwardly long.
After wrapping his palm, there was still a considerable length left.
This excess part was too long to be cut and rewrapped around the palm but too much to be considered short.
Blazer hesitated, wondering whether he should cut it off.
After some thought, Blazer decided against cutting it, reasoning that there was plenty of gauze to be found in the hospital’s trash. As for the excess length, he simply wrapped it around his slender right forearm.
After wrapping, Blazer swung his fist.
With the white gauze trailing in the air, Blazer made sound effects with his mouth, “Ho ho ho.”
“Not bad, not bad, this kind of reminds me of —The Dark Lord— from the novel, where the young demon lord has bandages on his fists!” Blazer nodded in satisfaction, even quoting the young demon lord, “Do you think you have won? Hahaha, that’s because you haven’t seen my true form! My fist, sealed with the power of darkness, behold its eerie glow! Now, the stage is mine!”
—The Dark Lord—, a common word novel found by Blazer in a pile of trash, seemingly discarded by someone else, contained a row of post-reading impressions that dismissed the content as nonsensical, not even suitable for children, and boring.
However, Blazer himself was quite fond of it. Despite acknowledging the fictional nature of the novel, he enjoyed immersing himself in the role of the Dark Lord, even occasionally mimicking the Dark Lord’s speech as he had just done.
Feeling good about himself, Blazer gently lifted the newspaper-covered tin window.
As a sliver of sunlight poured in, so did the stench of garbage from outside.
Blazer was accustomed to this smell and didn’t mind it at all, continuing to look outside.
“Today’s weather is nice, there’s still food in stock, and no new trash has been delivered… seems like there’s nothing to do.” After pondering for a moment, Blazer’s eyes lit up: “Right, I’ll go see Sybil at the White Sand Manor!”
Sybil was the young lady of White Sand Manor. Although she didn’t know Blazer, he felt a sense of kinship with her after catching a glimpse of her by chance.
Of course, this kinship was merely Blazer’s personal feeling.
Sybil was well-known in White Goose Town for her aloofness, being famously distant. At least, she had no connection to being approachable.
Since the death of Old Jason, it was rare for Blazer to feel a sense of kinship with anyone else, hence his peculiar fondness for Sybil.
Aware of the vast social gap between himself and Sybil, he never thought of approaching her.
But he liked to secretly visit White Sand Manor to see Sybil, even a glimpse of her could brighten his day.
Especially today, as thoughts of Old Jason had dampened his spirits, seeing Sybil seemed like a perfect way to lift his mood.
With this in mind, Blazer quickly donned his chainmail shirt, full of holes, and ill-fitting deer leather shoes, along with his favorite black cloak. Despite its tattered state, Blazer cherished it because it was the signature attire of the protagonist in —The Dark Lord—.
Blazer pushed open the tin door, cautiously surveyed his surroundings to ensure no scavengers were in sight, locked the door, and sprinted away from the garbage dump.
Meanwhile, in the tranquil White Sand Manor.
“Ms. Melo, is that you!?” Sybil exclaimed in surprise upon opening the door, greeted by a lady in her thirties dressed in an elegant black gown.
Four years ago, during a visit to the main Singing Sands Island with her mother, Sybil had encountered Ms. Melo purchasing “Night Rain Dew” at a shop selling ladies’ perfume powders.
They hit it off immediately and talked for a long time.
Later, seeking to learn noble etiquette to gain entry into the Red Sand Church on Singing Sands Island, Sybil visited a renowned etiquette teacher nearby, who turned out to be Ms. Melo.
During their six months of companionship, Miss Sybil and Melo naturally developed a very close relationship. Unfortunately, after Melo returned to White Goose Singing Sands Island, they never saw each other again.
Melo always regretted this and often reminisced about those six months.
Unexpectedly, today, Ms. Melo arrived directly at the White Sand Manor! Naturally, this was a delightful surprise for Miss Sybil.
After welcoming Ms. Melo into the house, Miss Sybil buzzed around like a busy bee, even forgetting she had servants, wanting only to present the best of everything to Ms. Melo.
It took a while for Miss Sybil to calm down under Ms. Melo’s gaze.
“I, I’m just too excited, I’m not usually like this,” Miss Sybil said, somewhat shyly.
“I know,” Ms. Melo said with a slight smile. “When I came here, I asked about you outside. Tsk tsk, the famously indifferent Miss.”
At the mention of being the “indifferent Miss,” Miss Sybil’s face warmed slightly, and she lowered her head, full of embarrassment.
Ms. Melo understood Miss Sybil’s personality; indeed, she was quite cold to outsiders, but she was very warm to those she was familiar with. However, the number of people Miss Sybil considered ‘familiar’ was not large. Apart from family, there was only Ms. Melo.
“Let’s get back to the main topic. We’re already close to the White Coral Floating Island Academy, and to avoid any misunderstandings, I can’t stay here too long.”
Miss Sybil didn’t know what the White Coral Floating Island Academy was, nor did she care. What he cared about was, “Ms. Melo, can’t you stay a few more days? I can take you around Goose Singing Lake; it’s very beautiful there.”
Ms. Melo shook her head: “I can’t, it’s the rule.”
Miss Sybil’s head drooped in disappointment, looking very dejected.
Ms. Melo said, “I came here mainly to see if my intuition is accurate.”
“Intuition?” Miss Sybil asked, puzzled.
Ms. Melo smiled. This so-called intuition was actually her feeling about Miss Sybil. Although she had not yet advanced to a formal wizard, she had a certain premonition.
When she first met Miss Sybil, Ms. Melo always felt it might have been some kind of intuition or premonition.
After all, at that time, Miss Sybil was just a mortal, and she was a being beyond the ordinary. It’s extremely rare for a transcendent being to feel an instant connection with a mortal, especially since Miss Sybil was just a little one at the time.
Therefore, Ms. Melo felt that Miss Sybil might have something extraordinary about her, perhaps a talented individual?
Upon emerging from the Savage Grottoes for a Guide Mission, Melo ventured to White Goose Singing Sands Island in search of Sybil.
Should Sybil truly possess innate talent, Melo wouldn’t hesitate to introduce her to the Savage Grottoes.
However, given the close proximity of the Damascus Archipelago to White Coral Floating Island Academy, and White Goose Singing Sands Island being even nearer, the island nominally falls under the academy’s jurisdiction. Any talent discovered here would likely be inducted into their institution.
Melo’s actions, if uncovered, might be seen as poaching a talent.
Thus, to avoid drawing attention, Melo planned to conduct her test swiftly and depart posthaste.
Yet, just as Melo was about to reveal her extraordinary nature, her brow furrowed suddenly, and she turned sharply to look out the window.
“Who’s there?”
Blazer, who had been crouching behind a bush, startled, immediately lay flat, intending to sneak away quietly.
But before Blazer’s plan could unfold, a peculiar force rose from the ground, lifting him into the air and through the window.
As he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by two beautiful and elegant ladies.
Without pondering how he had entered, Blazer, slightly embarrassed, waved at them: “H, Hello…?”
8th grader syndrome lol