Amber Sword

Medusa Laismekka stood on the edge of the great pit with a hint of reverence, gazing at the supreme creation of Bujia Wizard. The bronze giant stood amidst the pouring rain, then transformed into a dazzling bolt of lightning piercing the sky, disappearing within moments beyond the horizon.

This is the highest masterpiece of Magic Skill. She thought with deep respect.

But unfortunately, those who control them are ultimately not the Jogen Digan people, but the All Things Return to Unity Sect believers that are hard to like. No one likes cultists, and Laismekka is no exception. Yet for certain reasons, she can only choose to tolerate them.

Even thinking of those Demon Lords emitting a sulfur odor, this beautiful lady couldn’t help but shiver.

To divert her attention, she looked down into the pit. The first Titan Statue has already headed to the battlefield, while the other is in the process of being activated.

She saw a human dressed in noble attire slowly approaching the statue; a ladder had already been set up—there were quite a few cultists in the robes of the All Things Return to Unity Sect around, looking like a ridiculous festival belonging to them—Laismekka suddenly recalled that the guy seemed to be a certain marquis.

𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

But unfortunately, she has always been disdainful of human nobles.

She instinctively shifted her gaze away but immediately saw the situation she least wanted to see.

...

"White Mist, did you hear? They’re going to fight Brando. What should we do? That colossal stone figure, Brando surely can’t beat it," Miss Merchant said, a bit tense after careful calculation.

"Oh, what do you plan to do?"

"Well, I don’t know either..."

"Can we break in?"

"What do you think?"

"Then what should we do!"

"There’s no way out, Romantic. Some things can’t be stopped by human power. But when you become stronger in the future, you can avenge him." White Mist replied listlessly.

Merchant Lady fell silent.

"White Mist, do you think Brando can fight against them?" she asked with some concern.

"He can’t beat them, they’re Titan Statues; none of us are their match, there are even two. Accept it, Romantic, a witch must learn to see destiny as it is, not try to change it. No one can change destiny." White Mist answered nonchalantly, as human emotions are unnecessary for her, a Contracted Spirit.

"I refuse," Romantic shook her head seriously: "The witch sister said I’m a Magician, not a witch. I want to save Brando."

"How do you plan to save him?" White Mist had a disdainful look towards Romantic’s claim of being a Magician, raising her fish-dead-eyed gaze to ask.

"I, I..." Miss Merchant nervously looked outside, seemingly making up her mind, saying: "I know, I want to snatch that stone giant away!"

"If you were a bit stronger, perhaps there’s a chance." White Mist replied calmly, "Every time I tell you to study the witch’s Spell well, but each time you find various excuses. With your current ability, rushing out will only get you killed."

"No, it won’t," Romantic shook her head, as if cheering herself on, "Brando said that Romantic would become a great merchant. Brando wouldn’t lie to me."

"Romantic."

"Hm?"

"You’re really a fool."

Miss Merchant laughed with a silly "hee-hee", "Brando said the same, but Romantic is actually very clever."

Some are wise because they can see through everything. When the mist of the future blinds the eyes of mortals, only wise men can touch that ultimate result. Yet some people’s wisdom lies in their ability to see through their own hearts from beginning to end.

Very few would understand—what is it they tirelessly pursue, and for what ideals and beliefs.

For Medusa Laismekka, perhaps she never thought about what she truly wanted to pursue. For the inhabitants surviving in Jogen Digan’s dark underground, merely staying alive is a worthwhile endeavor. She simply tries her best to secure her position, lest she be discarded like cannon fodder in future actions by the Lords above.

She has seen too many similar tragedies.

Therefore, she is accustomed to meticulousness, accustomed to thorough planning. Every step she takes must proceed orderly, to avoid being plunged into an abyss due to unforeseen changes. Until now, her plans have given her the greatest return, but until she saw that little girl in a merchant’s gown rush from beneath the ruins and dash towards the statue.