Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 612 - Successful Rescue
Chapter 612: Chapter 612 Successful Rescue
Chapter 612: Chapter 612 Successful Rescue
The light of dawn was already shining on the courtyard of the Russell Estate, and in front of the smoky bonfire, the Old Witch took another glance at Shard:
“That’s very good. Young man, rest assured, I am very open-minded. Your affair with Galina, I won’t gossip about it.”
She winked at Shard.
Whether it was an illusion or not, from the corner of his eye, Shard thought he saw Sister Delphine, who was always expressionless, smiling. But when he looked carefully, her fair face under the silver crown-shaped mask was still without emotion.
After the excitement had worn off, fatigue was now washing over Shard. That night, he had continued to fight against the Evil Spirits, ventured into the Land of Death, used Maze Lock, and even attended the Evil God’s soirée. Even if his physical exhaustion was tolerable, his mental fatigue was beyond his control.
Having finished telling his story, he could only bid farewell to the Witch and Sister Delphine, having agreed upon a time for his next visit. Making sure no one was following him, he climbed up from the foot of the mountain to Sicarl Mountain, found the Ruined Tower in the forest, and returned to his own home.
“Oh, Shard!”
No sooner had he returned from the basement to the first floor than someone outside used a key to open the door of No. 6, Saint Delan Square.
It was Luviya, carrying a metal lunchbox, shocked to see Shard emerge from the basement.
At that moment, footsteps could also be heard upstairs, but Luviya closed the front door without any hesitation, set the lunchbox on the shoe cabinet, and then opened her arms to hug him.
“Shard!”
Dorothy and Mia came down the stairs together. Luviya suddenly released Shard, then pushed him away, her face slightly reddened as she went back for the food container. Because of this, the blonde Miss Writer didn’t see the embrace between the two.
“The Priest is safe now.”
Shard told them, yawning, feeling like he could barely keep his eyes open.
He bent down and picked up his cat, and Mia nestled in Shard’s arms, indifferent to how dirty he was.
“That’s wonderful,”
Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to hug Shard, but refrained herself because of Luviya:
“Did everything go smoothly last night?”
“Fairly well,”
He didn’t tell them about his death, worrying it would panic the ladies.
“Dr. Schneider went back last night, but he’ll probably come again soon. We stayed here last night, and I went out to buy breakfast just now. We might as well eat together,”
Luviya said, motioning for them to go upstairs to talk.
The ladies could cook, but there weren’t many good ingredients in Shard’s kitchen, which could almost starve a mouse, and neither was in the mood to cook; that’s why Luviya had run out to buy breakfast.
“Speaking of which, I’m rather hungry and extremely sleepy,”
As he spoke, Shard yawned again. The cat he was holding seemed to catch his yawn and opened its mouth wide too.
“No problem, but let’s eat breakfast first before you go to sleep. Later, we can tell the doctor the good news,”
Luviya, leading the way, shook the lunchbox in her hand, a smile appearing on her face.
Miss Writer, following behind, confirmed that Shard had safely returned, and with a smile, she said:
“Your milk and Mia’s goat milk are also warmed up. Really, Shard, you have such a large house; can’t you keep more food in stock?”
Perhaps affected by his brush with death, he omitted the story behind the door. After talking about last night’s happenings over breakfast with the ladies at the dining table from early seven o’clock on Sunday morning, Shard climbed into bed and slept till eight o’clock the next morning, Monday. When he opened his eyes again, he still saw the dawn of Tobesk outside the bedroom window, which made him wonder if he had really slept at all.
“Did I actually sleep for twenty-four hours?”
[Yes.]
Awakening, he felt a tightness in his chest, so he reached out and grabbed, indeed finding the cat curled up on the blanket. Seeing Shard awake, the cat looked at him in surprise, then abruptly tried to rub its face against his.
It probably thought that Shard, who had slept all day, was done for.
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Slippers on and cat in his arms, Shard walked out of the bedroom, but as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Tifa standing by the sofa, with two unfamiliar maids busy making tea in the kitchen, and Miss Galina sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand.
At the sound, the Red-Haired Duchess moved the book aside and tilted her head to look towards the partially open door. The morning light of autumn illuminated the Witch’s nearly flawless face, her golden eyes truly shimmering in the glow of the morning sun.
“What’s with that look?”
The listless Red-Haired Witch asked, setting aside the book in her hand:
“I’ve been waiting for you all morning, how did you sleep?”
“Quite well,”
Shard, regaining his composure, replied with a smile, surveying the Witch’s figure in the morning light. Miss Galina also noticed Shard’s gaze and said with an indifferent smile:
“I don’t have anything else to do today, let’s have breakfast together in a while. I’m still waiting for your story.”
She signaled for Shard to sit and talk. Shard also noticed the letters left by Dorothy and Luviya. They had their own matters to attend to, so shortly after Shard went to sleep, once they ensured he was safe, they left.
Last night, they paid another visit and found Shard still sleeping. They chose not to wake him but prepared dinner for Mia instead, and upon leaving, they left a note for him to give them a shout when he woke up, and then they departed once more.
The reason why Miss Galina was able to open the door to the ground floor of No. 6, Saint Delan Square this morning was because Shard had given a spare key to Tifa to allow the weekly maid to enter.
“You don’t need to worry about Granny Cassandra’s affairs, she’s even been overly friendly towards you after hearing about your matters… You really do have a way with winning over witches’ hearts,”
The latter half was spoken softly, prompting a smile from Tifa nearby. Seeing Shard look her way, the black-haired Miss Maid winked at him.
“Granny Cassandra has already told me about your experiences in Midshire Fort, you are quite bold.”
The Witch looked at Shard, her golden eyes fixing on him, but she did not blame him for his excessive risk-taking:
“You were fortunate this time, but you can’t always be so lucky, reckless Knight.”
“I’ve always thought the difference between recklessness and bravery lies only in the outcome, not in the rationale behind the decision,”
Shard, holding the cat, expressed his views:
“Either way, I succeeded.”
“But Midshire Fort is in chaos.”
The Witch said lightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“That has nothing to do with me this time.”
Shard immediately shook his head, wanting to disassociate himself from the matter, all the while feeling the familiarity of his own sofa.
“The special aurora phenomenon before dawn last Sunday probably doesn’t involve you, with the main suspect now being that God Summoner from Tobesk who seems to have emerged out of nowhere, the Mermaid Slayer from Coldwater Port.”
Both titles likely referred to the same person, and she glanced at Shard as she spoke:
“But because of the disappearance of your team members, the inquiries for help sent to Saint Byrons, which in turn caused Saint Byrons to send letters to the Dawn Church, eventually led the Academy to discover the Church of the Five Gods’ little schemes in Midshire Fort and the Sicarl Mountain Region.”
The Maid brought over a tray with refreshing small pastries. Tifa bent over to place the tray on the table, and both Shard and Miss Galina glanced at her figure. Shard released Mia, but the reserved little Mia wouldn’t approach the platter on her own; she waited for Shard to feed her.
“So…”
Shard tapped on the arm of the sofa with an idle hand not petting the cat.
“So, the Academy discovered some significant things. No, not the ‘Interstice of Life and Death.’ While the Academy had heard of this Relic, it indeed has little to do with the Three Great Magics Academies. The Academy has found that the ‘Whispering Verses’ held by the Church point to the third of The Chosen, who will ultimately hold a ceremony in Midshire Fort City.”
The ‘Whispering Verses’ were inscribed by the last Thirteenth Rank Witch Empress on different Artifacts, which is why people of the Sixth Era can only see fragments. Regarding the second of The Chosen, what is known is that he will undergo an adventure in Coldwater Port, while information about the third specifies the final location for conducting the ceremony.
“The Chosen One of death?”
Shard frowned slightly, then shared his assessment:
“Considering it’s the special site of Midshire Fort City, I can’t imagine it has nothing to do with death.”
“Most people think so too, including the Council. This time, it’s affairs of Midshire Fort, so I can finally take it easy—— Granny Zina Cassandra of the Twelfth Seat is responsible for this.”
The Witch glanced at Shard and couldn’t help but laugh,
“It seems wherever you go, The Chosen One appears. How about next time you plan a long journey, you let me know your destination in advance?”
“I think it’s just a coincidence.”
“You’re definitely going to be running back to Midshire Fort City, and I won’t stop you. But remember, don’t venture back into the ‘Interstice of Life and Death.’ Last night, after seeing Granny Cassandra, I met the Speaker. She warned me not to lightly attempt to touch the secrets of Midshire Fort; that place is even more dangerous than you can imagine.”
The “Speaker” was the most powerful Witch of the current time, a Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer in her own right, and her Witch rank was likely at least Twelfth Rank. How powerful a Witch of the Twelfth or even Thirteenth Rank could be is something Shard had from the beginning learned from Miss Orland, the initial librarian, and the founder of the Academy.
