Once Lanqi finished registering and received his visitor's pass, he and Sigrid made their way up toward the inpatient ward.
The two walked along the tidy hospital corridor, the bustle of people gradually thinning out until no one else was around.
"Say, Lanqi, since it's such a rare occasion for me to dress up so formally today, why don't we take a stroll around Brillda before heading home later?"
Sigrid casually bumped Lanqi with her shoulder.
There were things one might want to say from the very beginning, yet feeling there would be plenty of chances along the way led to hesitation and stalling, until finally, nearing the destination, one could force the words out with brisk candor.
"Sure, I haven't really had much chance to sightsee in Brillda anyway," Lanqi replied with a serious, resolute look.
"Then big sister will take you out for a grand time today! Relax, just like when we went on dates back in Herrom," Sigrid said with a wide, confident grin.
Although Lanqi had arrived in Brillda far earlier than she had, he had been working non-stop every single day, practically shuttling back and forth only between key locations like Saint Creti Monastery, the Imperial Special Operations Department, and the opera house.
The rest of his time was spent either replenishing his stamina with sleep or staying swamped in endless business.
If Violet liked the big gray cat later, they could leave it here with her. After all, the cat belonged to the monastery in the first place, so leaving it with the headmistress was simply returning it to its rightful owner.
And if the big gray cat ever wanted to eat at their place again, it would probably have no trouble remembering the route and trotting right back.
"Meow?"
The big gray cat lifted its head in Sigrid's arms and peeked at Lanqi.
Did Lanqi and Sigrid actually go on dates back on the Northern Continent?
Well, whatever. When they fought Hyacinthus, she had watched them dance together in battle up close and managed to take it in stride; hearing that they had dated long before that really didn't faze her all that much.
"Almost there."
"Well, you did come here this morning, after all."
"Some people would still wander around in circles even if they'd been here once."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
Chatting along the way, before long they found the private ward on the fifth floor of the Elsaya Sanctuary Healing Center where Violet was staying. After ringing the bell and receiving Violet's permission, they opened the door.
The private room felt like a cozy sitting room, with windows facing the sun that allowed the gentle afternoon light to bathe the interior. Through the glass, a patient resting in bed could take in the pleasant view of the outdoor garden.
"Professor Landry, and..."
The moment Violet saw Lanqi, her eyes shifted to the light-haired, violet-eyed woman following right behind him.
Even without a word spoken, the instant their eyes met, Violet sensed the presence of her own kin.
It was a bloodline power entirely distinct from ordinary humans.
"Cardinal Sigrid."
Violet quickly deduced the visitor's identity.
"Grand Priestess."
Addressed like that, Sigrid hastily lowered her head as well, holding the cat while bowing slightly in greeting.
"..."
Lanqi watched as neither of them lifted their heads, noticing how awkward and formal the two were at their first meeting, even resorting to honorifics with one another.
Violet knew well how formidable Sigrid was—not only had she made immense contributions in storming Blood Moon City and in the decisive battle of Brillda, she was also currently the strongest frontline combatant among their kin.
Sigrid, meanwhile, had revered the Moon Goddess for years and held a natural veneration for Violet, the Moon Goddess's Grand Priestess.
The scene looked remarkably like Lanqi's state back when he had first gone to see the Empress during his time as Prime Minister in the Blood Moon Ruined World.
"There's no need for formal titles between you two. Even if you haven't met before, you're already comrades who fought side by side," Lanqi said, setting down the pastry box beside them.
The atmosphere seemed to ease with his words.
Sigrid was the first to look back at Violet.
"Meow."
Talia-cat remembered Hyperion mentioning that Lanqi was someone who never let a party go cold, even back in the Demon King City Necalis in the Shadow World. He could arrive in an unfamiliar environment, swiftly become famous, and hit it off with everyone around him; that was exactly how the McCarthy Restaurant had come to be.
Violet's gaze slowly lifted, drifting toward the big gray cat nestled in Sigrid's arms.
"Miss Sigrid, could I... pet it?" Violet asked somewhat hesitantly, her heart pounding like a drum.
She had been curious about this cat for quite some time, never expecting Professor Landry to actually track it down, let alone that Sigrid would be the one carrying it over.
Since someone other than Professor Landry was allowed to hold it, that meant it was probably willing to be held.
"Of course."
Sigrid set the cat down before Violet, and Violet immediately reached out to receive it.
A look of surprise flashed across Violet's face; she hadn't expected to handle the feline so smoothly.
Sure enough, a plush warmth even softer than she had imagined spread through her palms, wrists, and arms.
The cat was far better behaved than anticipated, docile as a ragdoll, letting her touch it without stirring.
"You gave it quite a few specialty waffles from Saint Creti Monastery on the day of the Moon Goddess Festival. When it got home, it finished every single one of them. It's very grateful to you, so it's only natural that it lets you get close," Lanqi said from beside the hospital bed.
"To think it really remembers me." Violet hugged the warm cat tightly—it felt cozier than a winter blanket or duvet.
"It's very clever, nothing like those young kittens that can only carry out primitive life functions," Lanqi replied.
"..."
At first listen, Talia thought Lanqi was just carrying out Boss Cat's mission. But after mulling it over, she realized he was pulling a bait-and-switch—feigning one thing while secretly sneaking in another. If she hadn't still been playing the cat at this very moment, she would have launched a Gray Cat Impact straight at him.
"Is that so?" Violet nodded happily, stroking the gray cat with growing ease.
Seeing Professor Landry carry it that day, Violet had assumed it would be an aloof, feisty, and unruly cat.
Then again, recalling how the big gray cat had melted limply into Professor Landry's embrace afterward, acting cute and begging to be fed, Violet felt completely reassured.
"I never imagined I would meet a compatriot from so far away at Saint Creti Monastery today." Violet stroked the cat's silky fur with deep satisfaction, looking up at her guest, Sigrid.
"Yes, I'm delighted to meet you as well. The prayer ceremony on the night of the Moon Goddess Festival was truly magnificent. Your voice was so ethereal, Grand Priestess, it left me utterly enchanted. I made sure to watch your prayer dance myself!" Sigrid nodded repeatedly, her eyes twinkling.
She had stood amidst the bustling crowd at the monastery that night, watching Violet's dancing from afar; it had matched her imagination of the Moon Goddess perfectly.
"Oh, you flatter me..." Violet shook her head slightly.
Being praised so directly to her face made her rather bashful, especially coming from the Overlord Bishop.
Just looking at the earnest spark in Sigrid's eyes, Violet could tell there wasn't a shred of flattery or pretense in her words; it came from heartfelt sincerity.
"In truth, back in ancient times, aside from the Grand Priestess, wolf warriors like you could also perform war dances at the Wolf Clan's Moon Goddess festivals. When you heard the Moon Goddess's hymns back then, you must have felt her calling, didn't you?" Violet asked Sigrid, gesturing for her to take the chair beside the bed.
"Yes, I was entirely entranced. The hymn was so melodious and graceful, piercing straight into the heart alongside the harp and flute. When the verses reciting Elsaya played, I felt as if I had crossed millions of years, returning all the way to the Age of the Gods," Sigrid agreed as she sat down, reaching out to poke the cat as well.
"The first time I heard that song was on a pilgrimage with my mother to the Moon Goddess Temple. It was deep autumn, the mountains and forests ablaze with vibrant color, the foliage spreading over the hills like roaring fire. Mother told me that Goddess Elsaya had laid down that carpet for the mortal world to welcome us to her sacred ground. Once night fell, everything would be bathed in the pure glow of the silver moon, extinguishing all suffering across the world," Violet recounted.
"What a beautiful interpretation." Sigrid had never had the chance to hear a Moon Goddess priestess expound on the goddess's lore before; most of what she knew came from legends she had pieced together in the Northern Continent.
"Still, stranded in the Northern Continent as you were, how did you come to be a follower of the Moon Goddess?" Violet had already discerned Sigrid's devotion from her reactions.
Yet the Wolf Clan of this modern age no longer possessed tribes. While Violet still retained the inherited lineage of the Moon Goddess's Grand Priestess, Sigrid was essentially a lone wolf scattered abroad.
"When I was young, I fell gravely ill. A nun from the orphanage took me to the Northern Continent's Moon Goddess Church for help, and through the treatment of the church priest, they managed to pull me back from the brink. Feeling the moonlight within the Moon Goddess Church at that moment, it felt like finding my ancestors. And it was precisely the Moon Goddess's brilliance that granted me vitality beyond ordinary people. From then on, I gradually began to revere her," Sigrid reminisced.
"All is a blessing from our ancestors and the Goddess." A warm current welled up in Violet's heart.
So her fellow compatriot before her had grown up bathed in the light of the Moon Goddess from childhood, just like herself.
The seeds of faith had been planted deep within, taking root and sprouting with the passage of time to bloom into the purest flower.
Suddenly, the crisp tolling of a bell rang out.
The two looked in the direction of the sound, watching as the pristine white clock tower beyond the garden struck three in the afternoon, its melodious reverberation lingering in the air.
"Today actually marks exactly three weeks since the end of the Moon Goddess Festival. Every year, following the full moon of the festival, small evening prayer gatherings are held during the half moon, crescent moon, and new moon. If you two take a walk around the monastery tonight, you might even see the moon lanterns and hear the hymns led by the priests," Violet told Sigrid and Lanqi.
Normally, she would have presided over such events herself, but this year she could only rest here to recover from her injuries, leaving everything entirely in Naila's hands.
"I love evening hymns the most. Especially on full moon nights, when the silver light shines through the stained-glass windows into the sanctuary, joined with the singing—it's so sacred and solemn, you can feel the Goddess right beside you." Sigrid smiled softly, glancing up at Lanqi.
It seemed they would be able to enjoy a leisurely stroll through the monastery tonight.
"Then let's go have a look," Lanqi agreed.
"Violet, we'll leave this gray cat in your care for a while, then," Sigrid said to Violet.
"Really? May I?" Violet hadn't expected to get to spend so much time alone with the gray cat.
"Meow."
Talia had originally been hesitant, but thinking that continuing to follow Lanqi and Sigrid might lead to her cat disguise being blown when they brought her home later, staying with Violet first and heading home on her own afterward seemed far better. That way, she could reappear seamlessly as Talia.
"Looks like it agrees too," Sigrid said, stroking the big gray cat's sleek tail with ease.
"I still remember a legend told by the priests of the Moon Goddess Church. On a dark, snowy night, a lost little wolf cub was freezing on the snowfield, on the verge of death. Elsaya showed great mercy, arriving across a bridge of moonlight, warming the cub with clear moonbeams and moistening its lips with lunar dew. The cub finally revived and became the Goddess's guardian."
Sigrid recounted the story vividly, and she and Violet couldn't help chatting about the Goddess's deeds once more.
"Is that what the Northern Continent's version is like? But indeed, the Moon Goddess's benevolence extends not only to humans, but to all living creatures," Violet remarked with deep emotion. "In fact, ancient murals on our side record that back in the Age of the Gods, the Wolf Clan had profound ties with the Moon Goddess..."
Once the two began talking about the Moon Goddess, there was no stopping them. From hymns to myths of the Goddess of the Silver Moon and Healing, their adoration was palpable in every word.
Lanqi stood to the side with folded arms, listening quietly, just as silent as the big gray cat.
Legend had it that the Wolf Clan was created by the Silver Moon Goddess during the Age of the Gods; to them, the Moon Goddess was the ancestor of ancestors.
Ordinary followers of the Moon Goddess simply didn't possess this innate sense of kinship and reverence.
Thus, Lanqi couldn't interject much; listening in quiet contemplation was the greatest respect he could offer.
"By the way, have you heard? The Creti Empire might lean much more toward promoting the Moon Goddess in the coming days, rather than revering the War God," Violet said, turning her gaze back to Lanqi as she spoke to Sigrid.
She had only just heard this internal imperial news from her fellow War Gods.
"No, we hadn't heard," Lanqi and Sigrid both shook their heads.
After resolving the crisis of the Creti Empire, neither of them had pried into imperial affairs, possessing no desire to interfere. The future of the Creti Empire ultimately belonged to the people of Creti.
Still, hearing Violet's words, they caught on to what she meant.
Three massive realms had once stood upon the lands of the Creti Empire: the Selos Empire, the Elsaya Sanctuary, and the Vince Free Federation.
The Selos Empire revered the God of War and the Sword.
The Elsaya Sanctuary revered the Goddess of the Silver Moon and Healing.
The Vince Free Federation revered the God of Storms and Freedom.
The Creti Empire had been founded with the ultimate victor, the Selos Empire, as its core, which was why the War God had always been the deity most revered by the Creti imperial family.
Yet a new era had dawned.
Even the newly ascended Emperor no longer hailed from the Selos royal bloodline, making it unnecessary to staunchly uphold the War God, a deity so sensitively intertwined with conflict. The forthcoming goal was ceasefire and peacekeeping, making both the Moon Goddess and the Wind God far more suitable to replace the War God's current standing in the Creti Empire.
Generally speaking, most large nations possessed a principal deity—or multiple deities—revered since ancient times.
For instance, the Hutton Kingdom worshipped the God of Fate and Reincarnation, while the Bosen Kingdom worshipped the God of Love and Will.
As for the Creti Empire, since it was formed from the merger of three realms, the War God, Moon Goddess, and Wind God could all be considered primary faiths, and the Southern Continent's largest headquarters for both the Moon Goddess Church and the Wind God Church were located within the Creti Empire.
The Sixth War God, Aquamarine Violet, was the Moon Goddess's Grand Priestess, while the Eleventh War God, Emerald Simonro, was the Wind God's Chief Arbiter. Promoting either the Moon Goddess or the Wind God within the Creti Empire would be exceedingly straightforward for the War Gods.
"Then why not just make the Goddess of Fate the new principal deity of Creti? The new Emperor happens to be a High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Fate anyway. That way, he becomes a Holy Emperor, directly unifying theocracy and imperial authority," Sigrid asked.
"..." Violet fell silent.
The Talia-cat in her arms also stared at Lanqi.
Talia felt that Lanqi and Sigrid practically shared a single brain; their thoughts were identical.
Lanqi had already turned the wheel of history backward like that once before.
"Forcibly elevating the Church of the Goddess of Fate into the Creti Empire's new state church wouldn't be very wise. Neither Loren nor Almis would be willing to do that. After all, one must respect the local culture and historical traditions of the residents. Besides, the Goddess of Fate isn't an evil deity desperate for aggressive proselytizing," Lanqi reasoned after a brief moment of thought, turning to Sigrid.
Someone like Loren, who had zero ambition and was merely forced into the role as a firefighter Emperor, would never do something that turned back the clock of history.
"Indeed. In the end, the Moon Goddess will likely become the primary focus," Violet explained, sharing the outcome of the Empire's deliberations.
Loren's faith was rather nuanced: he was a High Priest of the Goddess of Fate, yet his most proficient spells and divine arts shared deep roots with the Wind God.
In Simonro's view, however, the symbolic meaning of the Moon Goddess remained the best fit for the Creti Empire today.
"So in the end, a modern Moon Goddess Temple will probably have to be built—no longer limited to ancient ruins like Saint Creti Monastery, but a temple constructed by the contemporary people of the Creti Empire, to commemorate the innocent victims and remember the gentleness and mercy of the Moon Goddess," Violet continued.
"Then your standing in the Empire will rise to the level of a Pope," Lanqi congratulated Violet in advance.
"While I am glad that the Moon Goddess will be revered by more people across the Empire, I'm truly not keen on shouldering so much authority..." Violet sighed.
To her, power was not a privilege, but entirely a responsibility.
"For instance, just figuring out how to finalize the design plan for the Brillda Moon Goddess Temple is going to give me a headache for quite a while. I really wish a master architect from a century ago could come back to life," Violet lamented, wishing she could simply lie in her hospital bed an extra day just to enjoy another day of rest.
"I actually know a civil engineering expert, but her temper... if you ask her to hammer out infrastructure, she might get very angry."
Lanqi immediately thought of the genius craftsman from the Brillda Opera House.
Having seen Abigail build the opera house and the Mafia's underground barrier, as well as her dependable vanguard encampment back in Blood Moon City, Lanqi was certain that Abigail was a natural at large-scale construction.
Yet simply having Abigail research magical engineering already annoyed her; getting her to oversee construction was something she would almost certainly refuse unless the Spatial Branch was severely strapped for cash.
"If it's hammering out a temple, Abigail might actually agree. After all, it's related to art, with far less to do with magical engineering," Sigrid chimed in.
"Then I'll try asking Miss Abigail when the time comes. I'm just not sure if she's proficient in designing temples when it comes to architectural design," Violet said, suddenly remembering that the Silver Moon Restoration Society harbored such a multi-talented Spatial Saintess.
"You know what? I've actually seen the Wolf Clan's sacred Moon Goddess Temple from tens of thousands of years ago!" Sigrid grasped Violet, suddenly recalling something with growing excitement.
In her dreams, she retained faint impressions from Xigelei regarding the Wolf Clan's sacred grounds in the Blood Moon Ruined World, and she had also seen scattered records about the Wolf Clan's Moon Goddess Temple in books along their journey through the Shadow World.
"Really? What did it look like?" Violet sat up straighter, holding the cat as she questioned Sigrid.
"Uh, how should I describe it... the Moon Goddess Temple that was destroyed tens of thousands of years ago was truly gorgeous." Sigrid furrowed her brows, finding herself at a loss for words, unable to depict it for Violet.
She tried her best to gesture, but the more she explained, the more baffled Violet became.
She couldn't even clearly describe the map of the sacred grounds.
"..."
Lanqi quietly reached for the notepad and pen on the bedside table.
Sitting down on the sofa to the side of the room, he began sketching the scenes of the Moon Goddess Temple he had seen in the books from the Blood Moon Ruined World.
After a moment, just as Sigrid was struggling to describe the most distinct features of certain sacred grounds, Lanqi handed her a simple schematic sketch.
Sigrid's eyes lit up instantly. She wrapped her arms around Lanqi, hugging him close for a second, then held up the sketch for Violet to see.
"Professor Landry, you know how to draw?"
Violet looked at the sketch Professor Landry had produced in such a brief time with astonishment.
With just a single glance, she was captivated by the drawing in Sigrid's hands.
The draft contained not a single superfluous stroke. Every corner seemed to hold a story waiting to be discovered, yet it also appeared to be nothing more than a scene drawn on a whim by the professor before her. In that instant, she couldn't help but imagine and wonder: if these drafts were turned into reality, what a magnificent Moon Goddess Temple it would be!
She quickly realized that Professor Landry wasn't merely good at drawing; he was an artist possessing skill beyond her imagination.
"I know a little bit," Lanqi said with a relaxed smile.
Over the past two years, he had done many things, but drawing was something he had rarely touched.
As time passed, not only he, but even the people around him might have forgotten that he could actually draw.
"Meow."
Talia-cat examined the drawing in Violet's hands.
She hadn't forgotten this brat's artistic skill.
Both *The Poor and Pitiful Old Lady* and *Mysterious Beauty* had left deep impressions on her.
Still, the reason Lanqi possessed such artistry was probably related to that drunken dream when he had stumbled into the Church of the Goddess of Fate.
Lanclos of the Black Sun had lived a very long life, far longer than that of a mortal human. After his death, he had turned into an undead and likely spent endless years together with Tamisha.
Even though Lanclos's soul might have been shattered, unable to retain his memories to reincarnate smoothly, the Goddess of Fate had likely done her best to preserve his artistic talent and the mindset honed over that arduous journey. Thus, he had been sent to another world to spend a leisurely period as the lead artist Lanqi. During that time, Lanqi had no enemies to fight, so he mostly had nothing better to do than leisurely hone his drawing skills.
After two or three decades like that, in a fresh environment, his devoted artistic skill had perhaps been revived and refined to a level surpassing Lanclos himself.
Yet Lanqi rarely picked up a brush anymore, radiating only a relaxed detachment that took everything in stride.
"Professor Landry, could I trouble you to draw a few more sketches of your impressions of the Wolf Clan's sacred grounds? I'm sure that if the design proposal for the Brillda Moon Goddess Temple takes your sketches as a blueprint, it will definitely be approved and become one of Brillda's landmark structures," Violet requested of Lanqi.
She could guess that Lanqi and Sigrid had visited a Shadow World from tens of thousands of years ago, an era when such Moon Goddess Temples truly existed.
"It would be my absolute pleasure."
Seeing Sigrid pressing her palms together beside him in a pleading gesture, Lanqi readily agreed.
In truth, he would have agreed regardless. He never turned down public-spirited endeavors, let alone a request from his friend Violet—and if it brought joy to Sigrid, all the better.
"However, I haven't personally been to the Moon Goddess Temple. I only know of it through some books and documents I flipped through in the Shadow World, so it might not be entirely comprehensive," Lanqi added to Violet, not guaranteeing how perfect they would be.
"That's quite alright, really!" Violet waved her hand. Even a few sketches would be an enormous help.
After all, they couldn't replicate the Wolf Clan's sacred grounds from tens of thousands of years ago down to the letter; modern creativity was still necessary.
"If you could recall those past memories, would that help in recreating the Moon Goddess Temple?" Violet pondered for a moment, then asked the two.
"Violet, do you have a way?" Sigrid asked in surprise, nodding in affirmation at the same time.
"Did you know? Buried within Saint Creti Monastery is a gemstone known as the Star of Oblivion. It's said that if you touch the Star of Oblivion at night, you might be able to return to an illusion of the past, reliving cherished memories as your current self or seeing what would happen if you made different choices. If two people touch it together, they can reach shared memories."
Violet remembered that Hyacinthus had once searched for the Star of Oblivion in the monastery.
At first, she hadn't believed the legend of the Star of Oblivion was real.
Back then, she hadn't understood Hyacinthus's expression after his search, merely thinking he was disappointed at failing to find it.
Looking back now, Hyacinthus might have actually found it.
In that case, the Star of Oblivion might truly be inside Saint Creti Monastery.
"Why do you make that expression when you mention the Star of Oblivion?" Lanqi asked, observing Violet's eyes.
Generally, when hearing rumors, Lanqi maintained an attitude of observing first and investigating later. Yet seeing Violet's expression, he felt the legend of the Star of Oblivion was likely true.
"I feel deep remorse. I might have missed what was perhaps the only chance to save Hyacinthus." Violet shook her head, her lowered hand gripping the bedsheets tightly.
"In truth, you were probably the only light in his life. The day he tried to kill you, he wanted to completely sever all illusions and plunge himself entirely into darkness—yet he still couldn't bring himself to be thoroughly ruthless," Lanqi offered his general deduction.
In the memories of Hyacinthus that he had seen, Violet bore an uncanny resemblance to Hyacinthus's elder sister.
Whenever Hyacinthus looked at Violet, he was likely gripped by exceedingly tangled emotions. He might have considered deceiving himself, lingering in a false haven of gentleness to play the dutiful First War God, living out his days in quiet endurance. Or perhaps seeing Violet made him realize all the more clearly that he could never let go of his hatred—the more real she seemed, the more counterfeit this world appeared to him.
"As an ambitious schemer, Hyacinthus was neither here nor there. He lacked the pure malice of Askson, yet also lacked the carefree detachment of Ivanos to let everything go. He was simply stuck in the middle," Sigrid commented on their formidable foe.
On the way to the ward, she had listened to Lanqi recount the full inside story of the City of Flowers incident.
"That's why I regret it so much. Perhaps I had a chance to stop Hyacinthus before everything became irreversible," Violet said, looking down at the cat in her arms, her voice growing slightly hoarse.
"Could he really have found peace?" Sigrid asked Violet.
Hyacinthus was merely a ticking time bomb.
"..."
Violet offered no immediate answer.
She couldn't provide one.
Yet if Hyacinthus had pretended to be a good person for his entire life, that would have been virtually no different from truly being one.
"Unfortunately, Rasheal set a spark to the Empire at a critical juncture, allowing Hyacinthus to see the possibility and opportunity to overthrow the imperial regime. And in the end, he seized that once-in-a-lifetime chance," Lanqi said on Violet's behalf.
The secret of luck was that some people waited in advance at the places where fortune might strike.
Hyacinthus was clearly someone who prepared for such opportunities.
And he had indeed grasped it.
"Rasheal truly deserves to die," Sigrid cursed, seemingly understanding what Violet was thinking.
Just recalling the name Rasheal filled her with disgust.
Back in the Blood Moon Ruined World, Caliera had died precisely by Rasheal's hand.
Nevertheless, at the conclusion of the National Day Festival turmoil, Rasheal had been sealed through the joint efforts of the Third War God, Goyate, and the Eleventh War God, Simonro. In a little while, once Lanqi's Nuclear Fusion Wolf came off cooldown, he would help the Empire wipe Rasheal out of existence for good.
"Coming back to the topic, Violet, are you certain the Star of Oblivion is in the monastery?" Lanqi steered the conversation back and asked her.
If such a stone truly existed within Saint Creti Monastery, he and Sigrid could search for it later; they happened to have free time on their hands anyway.
Saint Creti Monastery covered vast grounds, but searching there was far better than scouring all of Brillda.
"Yes. There should be many of them at the bottom of the lake. Even if Hyacinthus took some, he couldn't have taken them all," Violet nodded.
"Then could the two of us revisit the Northern Continent?" Sigrid suddenly asked Lanqi.
"Are you missing Old Sang?"
The instant Lanqi met Sigrid's eyes, he knew exactly where she wanted to go:
Bandera City, on the northern border of the Protos Empire.
"Do you miss him too?" Sigrid asked Lanqi.
"Very much," Lanqi said, clenching his fist with a touch of sentiment.
"Then shouldn't we go run another round on him?" Sigrid proposed.
"Absolutely!"
The two struck a chord immediately, clasping hands.
"..."
Holding the cat, Violet's mouth parted slightly.
Wait, what? You two finally get a chance to go on an illusionary date and revisit fond memories of the past, and what you both think of is going back to fight an enemy you couldn't beat before?!
Just what kind of enemy was it that left you two holding such an unforgettable grudge?!
Chapter 860