From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 607 Epilogue (Part 1)
The Goddess of Death is an impatient person.

Ivy thought she had long since become accustomed to life and death and wouldn't care about the troubles of the mortal world.

As a result, only one day after Ivy left the wizarding world, the Goddess of Death began impatiently inquiring about the progress.

So Ivy had no choice but to tell the skeletal cat that was swaggering in front of her that the Goddess of Death's new body was still just a fragile embryo.

However, after observing the embryo's growth, the Goddess of Death immediately demanded that Ivy hand over the items, and then they set off for Faerûn to attend Old Bones Jego's banquet.

What the hell? Bringing a placenta to a banquet? Am I crazy or are you crazy?
Despite her inner grumbling, Ivy reluctantly handed over the triangular life-giving cradle, along with the source matter and embryo inside, to the Goddess of Death.

Who knew that the client didn't care about the life-giving cradle and source material that Ivy had painstakingly created, and only took out that small lump of embryo struggling in the source material.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a moment.

The conceptualized and personified Goddess of Death in the Wizarding World now possesses a new body. She is still the pale woman in a deep black wedding gown, but she is more agile, more mysterious, less cold, and more warm.

Ivy was impressed.

Even though she is a deity from the countryside, the Goddess of Death is the only god in the wizarding world. She may not have the ability to create the world independently like Ilúvatar, but in terms of mastering divine power, she is far superior to Ivy, a demigod.

Upon seeing the embryo, she accelerated its maturation in a very short time. This was merely the most basic method used by the gods; their avatars could be anything they desired. Powerful gods, besides being able to change their appearance at will, could even exert various subjective influences on the real world, much like a mage's wish spell. Even less restrictive than a wish spell.

"I'm ready, let's go now." A clear female voice came from beneath the black veil, like a rose petal gently falling to the ground.

Ivy was in a bit of a panic. In his plan, he should have waited until the Goddess of Death's new body was almost fully developed before sending a message to Ferren to arrange the time for the banquet.

These days, with these last-minute banquets, who knows what kind of dishes you'll see?

Ivy was very clear about the situation in Morningstar City. It was just a city that had risen from ruins. Although there was much hope, it had no real foundation.

Good wine, good food, and a good chef—that all depends on luck. You can't expect the Yordles serving Ivy to provide delicious British home-cooked meals when you get to Faerûn, can you?

But since the Goddess of Death herself has spoken, let's just go with the flow. Anyway, Ivy wants to catch up with her lover and friends; let the Goddess of Death do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't interfere.

A portal to another world, flowing with multicolored rainbow light, suddenly opened. With just one step, Ivy was already standing in the garden of Star Castle with the Goddess of Death.

It was late at night in Faerun. Looking at the broken moon hanging high in the night sky, the Goddess of Death finally believed that they had arrived in another world.

“This world—” the Goddess of Death sighed deeply, “is very vibrant. I’m beginning to understand why you enjoy traveling between multiple worlds.”

"You are all very fast..." The Goddess of Death had only said one sentence in Faerûn and taken a breath when Old Bones Yego appeared from the shadows. It was hard to guess whether he had been waiting here all along or had some other way of sensing death in the other world. "Follow me to the banquet venue, where preparations have already been completed and we are just waiting for the guests of honor to return."

"You've been waiting here all this time?" Ivy followed the old skeleton who was walking gracefully. The Star Castle courtyard was quiet, with only the incessant chirping of insects. The green plants used for decoration must have been planted recently, but under the care of the druids, they all showed a thriving appearance. The pain that Shar had brought to this land seemed to have completely disappeared.

“We always have time to spare.” The old bones continued to walk with unsteady steps, leading Ivy and the Goddess of Death through the courtyard path towards an open area that radiated a soft light. “The bond between you and this world is far stronger than the gods can imagine. It is precisely because of this that the wheel of fate in Faerûn was able to continue turning when it was threatened with cessation.”

"Tonight, the bonds of fate are mended once again through our hands, and they should be carefully protected—this is a great weapon, held in the hands of the virtuous."

Walking through the path shaded by trees, Ivia's teammates, whom she hadn't seen for months, stood in the open space.

The spirit world of the Goddess of Death seems to have a significant time difference with many other worlds. According to Ivy's perception of time, less than half a month has passed since he left Faerûn.

Not only has a semester ended in Sturhaven, but six months have also passed in Forgotten Realms.

The weight of this period may vary in each person's heart, but it does not prevent former companions from reuniting.

"Ivy!" The first person to spot him was Evil Thought, who was sitting high on the terrace. The red-haired son of Baal leaped down from the platform and pounced into Ivy's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

The evil thought's shout alerted the others in the banquet hall.

Shadowheart is talking to Irene, the daughter of Serene; Asderon is standing to the side complaining that the red wine is sour; Halsin is stretching his hands out to the campfire; and Karak is devouring roasted meat.

There weren't many companions attending the Starfort banquet, perhaps because the event had been in preparation for quite some time. Those adventurers with families didn't linger there waiting until they received confirmation of Ivy's return.

“Ivy, this noble lady is…” Yingxin, dressed in a moon-white lord’s robe, swayed as she approached and looked at the pale woman in a black wedding dress behind Ivy.

Ivy wiped the drool from her face that belonged to wicked thoughts. Instead of answering her question, she walked over and pulled her into her arms. "We've been apart for so long. I thought I would get a long-awaited kiss."

Yingxin yielded with little resistance, starting with a light kiss on the corner of her mouth, tinged with a hint of fear and hesitation, as if she were wondering who the person in front of her really was. But Yingxin's kiss quickly turned into a passionate, clinging, and expectant deep kiss.

Even though Karak, who was standing to the side, booed, she showed no sign of stopping.

“Oh my god…” Yingxin gasped, raising her hand to look at the mark connecting her to the twin goddesses. “I almost forgot they were still here… You know what? I’ve always had this feeling that the past few months have been a dream, and you were the messenger who brought me those beautiful dreams. I could only fall asleep almost every night by thinking about your embrace… Now, I can finally confirm that it wasn’t a dream, but just an overwhelmingly happy reality.” Ivy didn’t speak, but simply tightened her arms around Yingxin’s waist.

“You haven’t shown up for six months, I can’t have you all to myself… Go talk to other people, but don’t rush to exhaust yourself, I’m still looking forward to a long night that belongs to us.”

"Oh—you've finally let each other go?" Karak waved her hand in front of her. "I thought you were going to blind me."

“I can smell a really strong sour smell,” Shadowheart retorted, smiling as she bantered with Karak.

“That must be the sour smell of your own love on you.” Karak laughed and hugged Ivy, then punched him in the chest before asking, “Now can you tell me about that lady? She doesn’t seem like a simple person.”

Looking back, the Goddess of Death, dressed in a black wedding gown, stood before a drow elf, observing this unprecedented creature with great interest.

The drow was not Mingsara, the lord of Twilight Star City, but Viconia, who had once taught Shadowheart.

“The Headmistress is an exile from Menzoberranzan, and was rejected by Shar, so she eventually joined our court and became the head of our spies,” Shadowheart explained considerately. In her view, Viconia was nothing more than a tool Shar used to torment her, and was even abandoned after her mission was over.

Now that Shadowheart has a direct channel for tormenting Shar, she doesn't need any middlemen to profit from the difference. Therefore, she naturally only has the intention of using this tool that Shar has discarded.

Viconia, the spy chief standing before the Goddess of Death, looked trembling with fear. As the female dean who controlled the Shar enclave, her powerful senses made it easy for her to notice the woman's extraordinary nature.

“She is a goddess, the goddess of death from my homeland. You can call her, uh…” Ivy did not hide her identity as the goddess of death, but suddenly realized that she did not know her full name.

“Lady of Emptiness.” The ethereal voice of the Goddess of Death echoed across the open ground. “You may call me Lady of Emptiness.”

Ivy shrugged slightly, indicating that everyone should have heard it.

"So, you two aren't very familiar with each other?" Evil Thoughts had already figured it out. "Then how did you two get involved?"

“Oh. Because I died once and was preparing to resurrect someone else, so we fought in her divine realm.” Ivy’s gaze swept across the banquet hall, not seeing where the old skeleton who brought her had gone. “With the old skeleton coming to mediate, I brought her to Faerûn to broaden her horizons. After all, there’s not much else here, but there are plenty of gods.”

"Oh! Ivy! You're finally back!"

A magical light of teleportation illuminated the courtyard, and Mr. Gael Decarios, who was only half the normal height, rushed out. His robes looked neat, but the way he held his staff with both hands looked comical.

"Watch out for the stones on the ground, my dear little Gale!" Also emerging from the teleportation array was Tara, a tortoiseshell-winged cat not much smaller than Gale.

Winged Cat's address to Mr. Decarios drew a burst of good-natured laughter from the crowd. Gale, who was already used to this, rolled his eyes and trotted over to Ivy.

"I've paid a heavy price to save the world," Gale's childish voice sounded genuinely strained. "Not only did I have to endure strange looks, but I also had to accept the ridicule of my friends!"

“Perhaps you should call it a loving gaze, dear little Gail?” Tara the Winged Cat’s voice sounded like that of a haughty noblewoman, except that this noblewoman was willing to bend down for a child who was half a person tall.

“Perhaps. But you know I’m way past the age of enjoying loving glances.” Gale scratched his chin in annoyance, feeling quite uncomfortable without his full beard. “Now that you’re back, hurry up and get me back in shape! I’m so fed up with these short, thin arms and legs!”

"Greetings, Lord Doom." The winged cat nodded respectfully to Ivy. "Gale used to be like a proud peacock, but now he is much more likable. Especially to me, who watched him grow up, and to Gale's mother."

“Thank you for creating this body for him. When his mother first saw little Gale, she thought time had reversed!” The winged cat squatted on the ground, purring contentedly. “To be honest, your magic didn’t just heal little Gale; even his mother has become much younger. The last time I saw her so energetic was at least twenty years ago! Honestly, I really wish I could extend that time a little longer, but—I still need to respect Mr. Decarios’s wishes.”

“Thank you, Tara.” Gail breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

Ivy, of course, wouldn't refuse Gail's request, especially since his family didn't object: "Adjusting your body is certainly not a problem, but you'll be unconscious during this period, which will last for about two months. So before you start the adjustments, I think you'd better take care of your personal matters first."

"Ah! That's great!" Having received the promise, Gale placed the staff, which was twice as long as herself, on the side of the banquet table and found a chair to sit down.

Apart from Gale, who was able to use his own spells to teleport from Waterdeep to Dawnstar, almost everyone else in Faerûn had arrived after being notified by Old Bones.

A gust of wind swept across the plain, and a shadow streaked across the night sky, obscuring the moon as it hovered over Morning Star City.

That was Anzu, the guardian dragon of Baldur's Gate, carrying several heroes of Baldur's Gate on his back.

Will the Border Blade, Jahira the High Harpist, Minsk the Leatherman Ranger, and Little Bu the Hamster.

Starlight converged on the open ground, and purple psychic energy condensed into human figures. Lyezel, the female college student who had returned to the Astral Plane with the Comet Prince, also returned to Faerûn in the form of a projection.

The last to arrive was actually Mingsara, the city lord of Twilight Star City, who was physically the closest. But this wasn't entirely her fault; without magic, one simply couldn't move quickly on foot.

As for the renowned author Varro, who was collecting testimonies and titles for his new work, he appeared in the middle of the banquet at some unknown time, holding a book and a quill pen and asking people to sign it.

It's unclear whether he was trying to get a few signed limited editions or simply wanted a signature template to imitate.

(End of this chapter)