Chapter 1277 - 1197: Part of the Truth
Horn lifted the thin spider web-like quilt, rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.
The morning light spilled through the window lattice, casting a warm golden spot at the foot of the velvet-covered bed, right on Horn’s exposed socks.
As for the dream about the Witch Dragon war and that terrifying golden flame, it all seemed like it was just his imagination.
Only because the dream was too real, and the Holy Tree seed at his chest was gently pulsing to remind him, did he realize it was real.
That green dragon actually existed since the beginning of the creation of this world!
And he actually witnessed with his own eyes how this world was created.
It was evident that this was not the universe he knew.
He used to fantasize that the Astral Realm was the same universe where Earth was, but after this experience, he no longer thought so.
Not to mention the laws of physics, just this planet, barely calling it a planet, does not exist by the laws of physics at all.
It is most likely maintained by Dragon Speech magic and that golden flame that pierced into the earth’s crust.
Let alone the origins of the witch.
Before all this, Horn always thought that the so-called witch was just an unlucky person infected by the Demon-Loving Fungus.
Now it seems, not true!
According to what the golden flame said, a witch would resurrect, could revive, and had extremely extraordinary magical means.
More thought-provoking is, if a witch could revive, has she revived now?
Think of it, the time when recorded witches appeared in large numbers was at the end of the El Empire.
At the same time, it was also the period when Lilith and Miseria were active.
Despite being just speculation, Horn had already risen with a bad premonition in his heart.
The golden flame, to suppress the revival of the witch, forcibly tore a middle layer between the Spirit Realm and the Astral Realm, stuffing this small world inside.
This also explains why the Ethereal Tower could open both the Astral Realm and the Spirit Realm, allowing the Evil Spirits to come in.
Yet those elves, somehow, managed to come to this world riding their mother tree.
Horn is unsure of what they did, only knowing that in the early stages of elven colonization, the giant dragons did not stop them.
The two sides were at peace with the sea as the boundary.
Until later, something happened leading to the emergence of Miseria and Lilith, which sparked the legends of slaying giant dragons in large quantities.
Could it be that Miseria and Lilith are the reviving witches?
Why didn’t the golden flame trigger? Was it because they were split into two parts?
Further considering the deeds of Lilith as spoken by the Sorrido Clan, could it be that the unification of the sisters marks the witch’s revival?
Thinking this way, didn’t the apocalyptic burning by Saint Father Baine with heavenly fire mean annihilating both the golden flame and the witch?
A layer of fine cold sweat appeared on Horn’s forehead, this cannot be thought too deeply, as thinking reveals many suspicious points.
"Your Eminence?"
A soft voice came from outside the door, it was Petier.
Horn was about to respond but suddenly stopped because he heard quite a few breathing sounds.
He propped himself up, leaning on the soft cushion at the head of the bed: "Come in, no need to stand guard outside."
The door was pushed open, Petier walked in first with neatly folded morning clothes in hand, followed by two physicians and monks.
The physicians started their checkup without further ado as soon as they arrived.
Knowing the need to put their minds at ease, Horn let them check.
"Your Eminence, last night you..." Petier just began, only to be interrupted by Horn raising a hand.
"I’m fine." Horn takes the morning clothes, slowly putting them on, "I couldn’t wake from deep sleep, was it due to last night’s Dragon Head ritual?"
"Yes, Ituluus and others rushed here overnight, saying the remnant soul went out of control, entering your dream.
Physicians checked you at the time, but apart from not waking you, your body was perfectly fine.
Jeanne and Jia Li as Saintesses instructed us to wait outside, Cheka already inspected the entire Holy Seat Mansion, finding no anomalies."
"Understood, you all may leave, have the kitchen send some hot milk and toasted bread, ignore other matters for now, I’d like to rest a bit more."
"Your Eminence, shouldn’t you undergo a full examination?" Petier still unsettled, asked with a pleading tone, "After all... just in case..."
"No need." Horn shook his head, his gaze sweeping across everyone, "It was just transmitting a segment of memory, you all may leave.
Have Jeanne, Jia Li, and Hilov stay, everyone else out."
Seeing his firm attitude, everyone had to respond and leave.
As the door closed, Horn finally exhaled a long breath.
At that time, Jeanne had already come in, carrying a silver tray with a glass of hot milk and some toasted bread on it.
Jia Li and Hilov followed, looking at Horn with concern.
"Don’t think too much just after waking up, eat something first." Placing the tray in front of Horn, Jeanne’s fingers gently touched his forehead, "You’re still a bit sweaty, want to wipe it off?"
Horn took the milk, took a sip, the warm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling a lot of exhaustion.
He shook his head, looking at the three: "Last night’s remnant soul indeed entered my dream, also bringing along a segment of ancient memory..."
In front of his three wives, Horn did not need any pretense, simply laying out the information he received.
As Horn narrated, the once quiet room was filled with the constant rustling of pen on paper.
After explaining the dream, Horn did not stop, continuing with his detailed deduction.
Compared to the dream, this deduction seemed even more shocking.
"You’re saying Lilith and Miseria are both witches?" Jia Li couldn’t help but interrupt, "Then isn’t the Church of Miseria a witch cult, proving the Scales Hermitage people right?"
"Hard to say." Horn shook his head, "The history from the descent of elves to their departure remains blank, no one knows what happened in between."
Jeanne’s focus was entirely on something else, she asked softly: "If according to your guess, once Lilith is complete, wouldn’t she turn into that True God Witch?"
"Indeed, those terrifying dragons, and those flames, are things we simply can’t handle now."
Horn exhaled a deep breath: "Not necessarily, that golden flame clearly hid the entire world within the rift...
Judging from its words, it seems confident it could guard until the end of the world by itself.
All this while, apart from elves, no other races have been seen entering this world.
So the world is pretty well-hidden, we don’t have to directly face those terrifying existences.
What needs consideration most now is the current crisis, don’t let those vampires disrupt your steps."
"If this gets out, no one would believe it." Jeanne couldn’t help but sigh.
Who would dare believe?
The creator is actually flame and dragon, the whole world is actually a prison to confine the witch.
So the true Holy Father is actually a mass of flame?
"Which is why we must keep it a secret." Horn stepped off the bed, moving to the window, "I remember this incident was caused by the Libra Crown, right?"
"Yes."
After a long silence, Horn slowly breathed out: "Immediately take the Libra Crown out of the warehouse, refuse any external exhibitions, form a team for research.
Additionally, diplomatically notify the Norn Kingdom and the Falan Kingdom, see if we can borrow their crowns for research."
He knew it; when Serafe attacked Holy Seat City to seize the Triple Crown, there was a reason!
"Yes, Your Eminence."