Chapter 291 -291-The Destruction of the Sea of Resurrection
In the northern frontier of the Human Empire,
Charles tilted his head upward, gazing at the Divine Realm that hung high in the heavens. For once, the habitual smirk on his face was gone, replaced by an uncharacteristically solemn expression.
"Daniel... I knew it. I knew you’d be just fine."
He muttered to himself, voice laced with both relief and a faint hint of nostalgia.
"When I gave up my own life back then, it was all for the agreement between you and my Lord."
"Fortunately, the task entrusted to me by Her Majesty the Luck Goddess has now been fulfilled without a single flaw."
Having said that, Charles exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening. He was about to turn and stroll toward the tavern in Winterhold Castle, planning to pour himself a strong drink and perhaps tease that voluptuous dancing girl who never failed to entertain him.
But he had barely taken two steps when something caught his foot.
He stumbled, barely keeping his balance, and instinctively looked down.
On the cobblestones before him lay a bundle.
Charles frowned, suspicion flashing in his eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, he crouched and picked it up from the ground. The moment his fingers brushed against it, a familiar aura seeped out from within.
A strange feeling crept into his heart. He untied the wrapping to take a look—