Otome's Law of Ascension

Chapter 143 143. Ascetic

"No one should notice that I'm here." Licia held Selene in her hand, climbed onto a boulder in front of her, and looked around.

On the left is a camp, where climbers gather. Every day there are new Wood people to challenge, and of course there are occasional explorers from other places.

The Dark Mountains stretch for thousands of kilometers and are the fringes of the continent where the Empire of Thorns is located. No one has ever reached the other side of the mountains. After all, no one has ever been able to climb to the top.

"A proof of the flat continent." Licia sighed, standing in front of the dark continent, facing the mountains soaring into the sky, made Licia realize that this is a flat world.

Lycia jumped off the boulder and stepped forward on the hoarfrost grass.

This is the shortest peak, the fastest from which to enter the unperceived zone.

"The Trial of the Brave—but remember, a Brave doesn't call himself a Brave, only when you see the line for the second time."

A line of words was engraved on the stone tablet on the way to the mountain. Lizia adjusted the bag on her back. Her outfit was no different from the climbers who occasionally passed her on the road, so that she could hide among them.

Originally, she planned to climb the mountain by other roads, but she was dissuaded by Posetti, because walking alone in the white snow was more eye-catching.

A flute sounded, and Lizia looked up, and there was an ascetic whose brows and eyes were frozen, wearing only a tattered skirt, and his lips were purple from the cold, standing on a rock beside the mountain road.

She was skinny, her white curly hair disheveled by the wind.

The sound of the flute is not desolate, but full of hope and vitality.

'No one in the expedition notes seems to have mentioned that there is a flute player here. Licia couldn't help but stop. She listened to the whole piece, but she didn't know much about music, so she could barely hear the emotional tone, but couldn't hear the picture and intention.

"What's the matter, young man, why did you stop?" The ascetic sat on the stone with her flute, and Licia saw frostbite bruises on her skinny calves.

"Do you need a blanket?" Licia pulled out a blanket from her pretend backpack and handed it to the ascetic.

"If giving me a blanket will give you peace of mind, I need it." A hoarse and old voice.

Licia handed her the blanket decisively, "That's not the reason, the blanket is too heavy." She didn't want to discuss it with others at this time.

"I got up at three o'clock as usual today, but I picked up a flute on the road today. I walked all the way, thinking why I picked up the flute. When I saw this huge rock, I knew, I It’s time to play a piece of music.” The ascetic frowned with an expression of enlightenment, “And now, you hand me this blanket. I know why this huge rock is here. These are all causes and effects, chances .”

Licia was confused when she heard that, ascetics always give too much meaning to chance: "Thank you for sharing your day with me, but I'm just climbing a mountain, and the stone is here in the first place."

After Licia finished speaking, she hurried forward, for fear that the ascetic would drag her to talk about a bunch of insights.

After a while, the sound of music came again, it was the same mediocre song just now.

(End of this chapter)