Slane Theocracy.
Dawn. A streak of fiery red had already emerged from the darkness in the east.
*Click!*
The majestic doors of the Temple Conference Hall creaked open a crack, and two figures walked out one after another.
The one walking at the very front was that black-haired youth; on his somewhat youthful face, a clear sense of depression and irritability was evident.
With every step, he seemed to intentionally exert more force, leaving footprints of varying depths on the solid stone slabs beneath his feet.
A terrifying aura emanated from his body!
Following behind the black-haired youth was a young girl wrapped in a white priest robe; from under her loose hood, a bit of messy light-silver hair and a weary face were visible.
Anyone would feel exhausted after being woken up in the middle of the night to cast several large-scale spells in succession, especially when it concerned the death of a teammate.
"Captain, I'm heading back first," Thousand Mile Astrologer said softly to the sulking figure in front of her after closing the door.
She naturally knew why the Captain was angry; the direction and location of Quaiesse's death had been fully confirmed late at night.
But having been delayed until now before they could leave the conference hall, it was clear that the Chief Priest and the Six Cardinal Priests had no intention of deploying the [Black Scripture].
Thousand Mile Astrologer speculated that the [Windflower Scripture] or [Waterlight Scripture], which specialized in covert operations and intelligence gathering, had already been deployed hours ago.
Furthermore.
The High Priest had also given up on Quaiesse; discussing the matter from the middle of the night until now, the most important point was that the High Priest believed that if Quaiesse were resurrected, there was a high probability of leaking the Theocracy's intelligence.
Or one could say!
The reason Quaiesse was resurrected by the opponent—and even the incident itself—was a covert operation by an unknown power targeting the Theocracy.
The basis for this conclusion was that within her detection magic, she could not sense the enemy who killed Quaiesse, though there was also the possibility of multiple people.
Such a result occurred.
Clearly, "anti-detection" measures had been taken.
A look of headache flashed across Thousand Mile Astrologer's weary face, and she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the tightly closed doors behind her.
The High Priest were still deliberating, likely confirming all the Theocracy's intelligence that Quaiesse might know and making a series of adjustments based on that information.
Fortunately, she didn't have to do such things.
This thought flashed through Thousand Mile Astrologer's mind, and then she let out an imperceptible sigh.
The only good news was that the enemy shouldn't be too strong; otherwise, they wouldn't have taken these specific measures to counter them.
"Mm, okay."
Hearing Thousand Mile Astrologer's words from behind, the black-haired youth paused, forced a smile onto his displeased face, and nodded.
As the Captain of the [Black Scripture], he knew a bit about every member's abilities, but he didn't know much about each person's detailed information.
After all, these guys weren't that strong; he could deal with all of them by himself!
Only Quaiesse was somewhat tolerable to him, not because of the other's strength, but because Quaiesse could help him temporarily manage the [Black Scripture] when he wanted to be a hands-off boss.
He had gone to that old man, the Earth Chief Priest, to find out where Thousand Mile Astrologer lived so he could head to the location of Quaiesse's death immediately.
But!
He had been delayed by a group of old fogies until now, and they still wouldn't let him take action, saying something about a Dragon Lord existing in the Angelic Mountain Range.
A Dragon Lord?
Is it stronger than him?!
Perceiving the change in the Captain's mood, Thousand Mile Astrologer bowed slightly and quickly turned to leave.
Having just arrived outside the Temple.
Thousand Mile Astrologer saw a blonde figure standing outside waiting with a smile on her face.
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"Hi, cute Silver-haired Princess, I heard my brother is dead." The blonde woman looked at Thousand Mile Astrologer with an unchanging smile.
Yet another troublesome fellow.
"My condolences."
Thousand Mile Astrologer nodded expressionlessly and walked away quickly.
The corners of the blonde woman's mouth curled up, revealing snowy white teeth as she quickly followed, her giggling voice rising: "Tell me, how did he die?"
By the time the black-haired youth suppressed his emotions and walked out, the fiery red sun in the east had fully emerged.
Hm?
The black-haired youth suddenly looked up; a figure had abruptly appeared in the previously empty space in front of him.
It was also a young girl.
However, her appearance was quite strange: half her hair was silver, half was black, and even her pupils were one silver and one black, perfectly swapped with her hair color.
This black-and-silver-haired girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a war scythe in the form of a cross-spear as she looked at him expressionlessly.