Chapter 635: Fisher of the Prophecy 97
Chapter 635: Fisher of the Prophecy 97
“Speaking of which, the church we found that… that Moon Rabbit Species member at seemed to be a Healing Corruption Church,” said Fisher in the conference room, sipping a cup of hot tea from the Northern Realm. “We can no longer see those in our Schwali Territory; they’ve all been dismantled.”
Valentina cradled her face, tapping her wheelchair’s armrest as she spoke,
“I’ve heard about the history of the Death Rot Disease in Schwali at the Snowflake Castle. It’s said that, according to incomplete statistics, millions died because of that plague. It’s considered the worst disaster in the history of the Western Continent. Even within the borders of the Sardinia Female Country, sparks of the disease appeared. However, due to the extremely cold weather here, the disease did not spread.”
“Boss, actually, the number is more than just millions. Based on a conservative estimate by our Turand Family later on, at least fifteen million people died in that disaster. Towns in Schwali were filled with mountains of corpses, and the Nobles and the Royal Family were also infected. They sealed up their castles and palaces, leaving only physicians and Church clergy to manage the catastrophe.”
Balzac sipped his tea, his eyes revealing some sorrow. Any scholar who read that period of history would be shocked by its cruelty,
“The result of their efforts was there was no result. Doctors, dressed in protective suits, battled the Death Rot Disease on the front lines, but their efforts to save lives were minute. The number of people dying each day overwhelmed those trying to burn the bodies. You see, when a problem becomes almost hopeless, finding a solution becomes a luxury. They placed their hopes in the unseen and intangible Mother Goddess.”
“Indeed, it was a disaster that causes embarrassment to look back upon. You already know that people even praised the Death Rot Disease as a punishment given by the Mother Goddess. Hence, they named the disease spreading across the kingdom ‘Bladeless Knight.’ They gave this imagined Punishment Knight a name, chanting his status alongside the ‘Apocalypse’…”
Fisher paused the motion of flipping through the book in his hands and raised his gaze towards Balzac seated across from him. Watching him as he recited softly in the Schwali language,
“‘Under the watchful, loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, your pristine mantle clings to the searing gales.'”
“‘Beneath the whip without blades, witness death cleanse the soul’s purity.'”
“‘Foolish children of punishment, unable to tell whether you are poison or cure.'”
“‘Ah, revered Mother Goddess’ Messenger, the pure, bladeless Knight.'”
Valentina tilted her head, intrigued. She didn’t understand Schwali, so she turned to Fisher, who was scratching his chin, and said,
“Is this a hymn from the Healing Corruption Church in Schwali that praised the Death Rot Disease? It does sound like something the Church would compose. I didn’t know such things existed in Schwali’s history. This is news to me.”
“Well, after all, which country doesn’t have a bit of dirty laundry they don’t want outsiders to see? Schwali is no exception, and Nali is no different. Because I’m from the Hahn family, I had access to these books hidden in the Royal Library. I’m not like those who do nothing but eat and wait for death back home. Besides, the Queen decided to alter the Hahn family’s perpetual exile in my favor.”
Fire burned in Balzac’s gaze as he gripped his lightly clenched hand beneath his red robe, illustrating his resolution. He had to find the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree and return to Schwali to reclaim his family’s honor.
The conversation in the room paused momentarily. Soon after, Heidlin arrived, having almost dealt with the matters below, and provided a brief update. Once everything, including the books and Magic Materials, was reported secure, Valentina nodded and instructed the Maid to prepare dinner.
As Heidlin made to leave, Valentina stole a glance at Fisher seated on the sofa. Suddenly, she added,
“Oh, and hurry up and call Philis. We’ve bought so much already; it’s time for her to come work… Let her come push my wheelchair.”
Heidlin turned, covering her mouth with a smile, sparkling with her hair adorned with an emerald-green tiara,
“No problem.”
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Just as Valentina had instructed before, there wasn’t much to do on their first day in Mia City. The hotel, which Valentina rented, quieted down soon, as everyone retired early to prepare for the challenges of the next day.
It would be a while before the Snow Fox Species arrived. The wilderness outside Mia City was cold and vast; they seldom came and didn’t welcome the Turand Family’s caravans to fetch them. They left to their own arrangements, guaranteeing they would arrive before the designated negotiation time.
As night deepened, the Moon, having just passed its Full Moon Period, was exceptionally bright, casting the gradually quieting city in a beautifully serene light.
Then, a faint glow suddenly lit up on the dark second floor of the hotel, originating at the end of the hallway where an elevator descended floor by floor until reaching the second level, where it slowly halted. The opening elevator doors let out its soft light. Inside stood Valentina, clad in black attire, cautiously peering around as she lifted the small lantern in her hand.