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Quietly stroking the dagger in her hand, Miss Witch doesn’t seem to know what she’s thinking as time passes by second by second.

As night falls deeper, the solitary outdoor chapel becomes increasingly tranquil.

Finally putting away the dagger, Miss Witch glanced at the silhouette at the chapel’s end, feeling somewhat puzzled. What is this person looking at? Could he have come from some far-off borderland and thus be curious about Marika Church?

Doesn’t seem like an ordinary traveler...

Also doesn’t resemble the usual wandering merchant...

Overall, just very peculiar, prompting Miss Witch to scrutinize for a long time without any clear conclusion. It was then that she vaguely sensed something, turning her gaze to the other side of the chapel. On the collapsed low walls of the chapel, an unfamiliar silhouette had appeared sometime without her knowing.

Clad in a snow-white cloak, with a large witch hat hanging low.

The specific facial features are unclear, only a pale chin is visible. From the physique, it seems to be a petite girl.

Moreover, a barely perceptible chill seems to emanate from her, causing an evident drop in air temperature physically. This isn’t a deliberate display of hostility, but rather the inherent Power of the witch’s pointy hat, capable of enhancing cold Magic, and therefore carries such Attribute Energy.

The symbol of the Snow Witch...

Miss Witch recognized it instantly, the witch’s pointy hat symbolizing the identity of a Heretic Mage, causing a bit of puzzlement at once.

Is it a successor? Or the Witch herself? But shouldn’t be the latter, considering it’s a legend from a very long time ago. If not a Demigod, nor possessing the longevity of the Dragon Race, then definitely wouldn’t have lived this long, so likely it’s a successor.

"Are you Torret’s new owner now? ...I heard someone was riding a Spirit Horse in Boundary Land, never thought it was true."

A gentle, soft voice echoed, contrasting with the cold attributes. The mysterious girl turned her gaze to Miss Witch standing beside the chapel’s Blessing point, her view casually swept across the figure of the black-haired white-clad silhouette, confirming the current owner of the Spirit Horse through sensing.

Wearing the Snow Witch’s cloak, the Puppet Girl’s voice didn’t seem cold at all, instead holding an indescribable mysteriousness.

Like the lonely and chill feeling of snowflakes falling in the night.

——Torret?

Oh, so it’s because she recognized the horse, that’s why she approached?

Miss Witch suddenly realized, nodding gently, she carefully scrutinized the witch across, convinced the girl wasn’t an enemy, sensing no malice, then tentatively asked, "I’m traveling with Torret, may I ask who you are...?"

"I’m Witch Reina, I just happen to know Torret’s former master, so there’s some connection... I came over to take a look, since I rarely get the chance."

The Puppet Girl answered calmly.

Even though the Golden Law era has already passed, and the Golden Tree was uprooted, the supreme will and interference have all distanced themselves from Boundary Land.

There are still historical legacy issues, like her Two Fingers haven’t been resolved yet, and the calamity shadows sent by Two Fingers, always trying to assassinate her as assassins... These things are loyal subjects of the supreme will faction, like loyal dogs that won’t abandon their tasks just because they temporarily lost their master.

The Puppet Girl doesn’t want unnecessary trouble, so she used a pseudonym, ensuring no one would associate her with the former "Princess of the Moon."

"I’m Melina..." Miss Witch nodded lightly, swiftly pondering, she couldn’t recall any information about "Witch Reina," either it’s a not-so-famous or low-key persona, or it might be a fake name.

Of course, this isn’t a major issue.

"Melina... I understand."

On the other side, Lani seriously contemplated, yet similarly couldn’t recall who Melina might be, so she once again glanced at the black-haired white-clad silhouette there.

"And this one here? Not planning to say anything?"

——This person showed no reaction, didn’t even look back once, which slightly astonished her.

——Is this overly cautious, or a bit too indifferent?

"Hm?"

The black-haired white-clad youth raised an eyebrow, turned back to the Puppet Girl: "I’m just passing by, you can chat, I barely know Melina... just met her recently, we’re not together."

"..."

"..."

Melina opened her mouth, she was about to explain that she was just resting here while passing through, but she wasn’t a companion with the strange youth across. Miss Witch likely misunderstood, perhaps instinctively thinking the two were traveling companions—

Only she hadn’t had the chance to speak before the odd traveler had already begun explaining.

Yet his words... well, how to put it, even though it’s a normal explanation, she still felt something seemed a bit off?

"...Is that so? So you’re not companions after all." The puppet girl who called herself Witch Reina paused for a moment. She instinctively assumed it was the case, which led her to try to coax information from the other person. "I thought you were the Fade and Finger Witch duo."

The Fade, needless to say, were those who once lost the blessing grace.

In the past Boundary Land, under the rule of the Golden Tree, people would receive the blessing grace of the Golden Tree. When blessed by the Golden Tree, people’s eyes would glimmer with the same radiance as the Golden Tree. When some lost the blessing grace, the golden light naturally faded from their eyes.

Without the blessing, they were expelled from the Boundary Land, hence called the Fade...

But later, when the Elden Ring shattered, as the long war turned the Boundary Land into a near barren wasteland, with no sane ordinary people left, the Golden Tree could only summon the Fade back, entrusting them to reverse the crisis.

One could only say, the fickleness of fate, the rise and fall, is unparalleled to this.

As for the Finger Witches, they appeared following the Fade. They were bestowed with special missions, devoted to the Golden Law and the Two Fingers, guiding the Fade as clergy...

Over such a long time, batch after batch of Fade were continuously summoned back to the Boundary Land, making such classic duo combinations seem quite common. Even in the revived Boundary Land, the missions assigned to the Fade, the duties entrusted to the Finger Witches, seemed to have lost their significance...

However, this doesn’t affect them continuing to travel, relying on each other, across the continent of the Boundary Land just like this.

This truly is the common scene.

The night was deep, the silence holding the world—

Encountered in the boundless wilderness of Nimgruf, the Marika Church’s blessing point shone with a golden light, gentle and warm. The two quietly stayed in the church, as if the Fade was inspecting the statue of Queen Marika, while the Finger Witch rested quietly beside the blessing light...

The puppet girl genuinely thought instinctively that perhaps they were another such familiar duo, having such preconceived notions is normal.

"I am not a Finger Witch." Melina shook her head.

"I am not a Fade." The black-haired young man in white shook his head.

"..."

"..."

Alright, apparently both were mistaken... Lani shook her head somewhat helplessly. Miss Melina’s ensemble of a traveling witch, clearly wielding the blessing power of the Golden Tree, was easily misunderstood, yet unexpectedly she wasn’t even a Finger Witch.

Also, the unfamiliar man across wasn’t a Fade either... although the absence of golden light in his eyes indicated the lack of Golden Tree’s blessing, which should be a distinct trait.

She made such judgments with evidence.

Just like the blessing points scattered across the Boundary Land—

The people once favored by the grace of the Golden Tree didn’t lose that blessing, thus distinguishing the Fade is easy.

This also leads many to suspect the Golden Tree hasn’t vanished, possibly just imprisoned in the world on the moon. Because of this, quite a few confused or overly loyal factions, like the Two Fingers and their shadow beasts, their serving loyal hounds, fantasized about restoring the Golden Tree Era.

But now that seems a joke.

After all, the Golden Tree has been uprooted, the Elden Beast and the symbolizing Elden Ring have been taken away, even though it is known they haven’t been completely destroyed, merely disappeared from the Boundary Land, transferred to the mysterious moon, imprisoned there.

Yet, what can be done?

The moon sits in the night followed by stars, at a height unreachable even by the sky... not to mention now with the Sky City rebuilt, at an atmospheric height invisible to ordinary eyes, beneath the fierce storm layer, the Dragon Race has once again become the sovereign of the sky.

A bunch of rebel scoundrels, let alone reach the stars...

Figuring out how to pass through the sky locked by flying dragons and storm crossings remains a problem...

The Dragon Race recently was stunningly arrogant, occasionally appearing in the Boundary Land, walking with a crab-like swagger, eager for everyone to recognize their ancient glory reviving, certainly very keen on scorching those rebels to ashes and shredding them.

"..."

"..."

Perhaps there was brief silence, perhaps not.

"If you are Torret’s new master, then I have an object to transfer to you."

The puppet girl didn’t appear awkward, she merely nodded gently, showing her understanding. Then naturally turned her gaze toward Melina’s direction, shifting the topic back: "That was entrusted by Torret’s previous master. According to the agreement, it now belongs to you."

As the young man watched this scene with great interest, he twitched his eyebrows, his expression somewhat amusing.

Is this plot unfolding somewhat off course?

Could it be Melina the log is about to ride Torret into battle, summoning the elder with the Soul Summoning Bell, embarking on the road to becoming King Elden, or rather, ringing servant...?