Chapter 1671
“Huh? What? Where am I?”
“My king, the summoning spell has indeed worked!”
“I can see that.” A young man sitting on a majestic throne declared. “A yellow-haired fey… you’re the first I have ever seen.”
Calypso was standing there, but she looked far more youthful, and she was wearing a t-shirt and pants which stood out among the grandiose clothing of the fey nobility. Her hair wasn’t black, but a rich yellow color. Her eyes were like green emeralds.
“A… a fey?” she blinked.
“May I know the name of our champion?
“My name?” She blinked. “My name is *&^TG&*^”. Where am I? Champion?”
“Hello, *&*^j, seeing you here fills me with much joy. We have summoned you from another world to our own. We implore you to help us. We are under attack from an evil race from another world that seeks our destruction. Thus far, we’ve been on the losing end of a long and continuous war. Our enemy wished to take everything from us, but with your help, I think we can finally save ourselves.”
The image flickered, and later memories appeared. I realized that this wasn’t fragmented in the same way that most dungeons were fragmented. Rather, the lore had been directly tampered with. Calypso had censored things. I had long guessed that her original name wasn’t Calypso. After all, the fey hadn’t recognized her at all. When they spoke in these memories, it was blatantly muffled so that I didn’t know it.
There were other details edited out too. Standing next to the king had been a black figure whose features I couldn’t determine. This entire story had been doctored by her, allowing me to see exactly what she wanted me to see. Did that mean that the memories were false? I didn’t think so. If she was just going to make something up, she wouldn’t have chopped out so much, or been so blatant about it. Rather, I think there was something she wanted to show me. She wanted me to know these things about her, although it was impossible to understand her reasoning.
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“I-I could die…” Calypso was no longer in her street clothes, but fine armor, and she was holding a sword. “This mission the king wants me to go on is really dangerous, isn’t it? If I die, you won’t have your champion anymore!”