Cornflower Witch

Chapter 279 Luna, the Apostle from Another World

The azure eagle galloped through the gale, with Princess Musa holding her hand as they stood on its back. Together they plunged into the sea of ​​clouds, following the eagle as it broke through the atmosphere.

A fierce gale spread with the lion's wings, tearing apart the magnificent pillar of light rising from the magic circle. The originally gathered silver-blue light mist spilled out and shattered, dissipating into the air.

He moved against the beam of light from the beacon, with endless gales swirling through his mane, making it almost impossible for Hilti and Princess Musa to open their eyes. If the eagle hadn't been intentionally protecting them, the two would have been swept away by the raging air currents and flown into the sky.

As the eagle swooped down, a gale whipped up the trees on the ground, extinguished the previously burning sea of ​​fire in an instant, and filled every corner with a cold, biting wind. Sand and gravel flew everywhere, and the mysterious eye pattern that had been drawn on the ground was completely erased.

Amidst roars and howls, the three-headed hellhound was torn apart by the raging winds that swept across the heavens and earth. Its body transformed into flowing flames, splitting into wisps in the air before dissipating completely.

The Hundred-Eyed Cult Leader, who had originally attempted to redirect the ritual array, was torn to shreds and vanished amidst the fierce winds.

The land within a radius of nearly ten miles seemed to have been wiped away, leaving only black soil and small stones, leaving the onlookers in the distance dumbfounded and speechless with shock at the scene before them.

This was a scene they had never seen or even imagined in their lives.

After resolving the magic array on the ground, the griffin galloped around the entire territory of Regas. Wherever it went, the phantom images of castles above the towns were absorbed by it, and its outline became clearer.

In the darkness of night, countless people heard the howling wind, stepped out of their homes, and looked up at the azure lion formed by starlight. Some prayed for it, some worshipped it, and some retreated in fear.

After that, He took off again, heading towards the rift that exuded the astral aura, climbing higher and higher, like a blue comet streaking straight across the sky.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Heavenly Garden - Spring Flower Garden
Slender buds unfurl, clusters of colorful flower buds bloom, and fairies frolic and flit among the flowers and leaves. Various musical instruments are plucked and played in the fairies' fingers, together creating a beautiful and gentle ode to spring.

Beneath the verdant foliage and pink rose trellis, a voluptuous and exquisitely beautiful figure sat serenely. She wore the purest white dress in the world, possessed an almost perfect face, and had pink eyes beneath her eyelashes that were more beautiful than any jewel. Behind her, magnificent and elegant butterfly wings unfurled, and occasionally, tiny fairies, like specks of light, would flutter among them, combing her sun-like golden hair.

She closed her eyes slightly, listening to the music the fairies composed for her. Occasionally, she would lean back on the chair woven from grapevines, a strand of hair brushing past her ear, revealing a gentle and peaceful expression.

As another piece of music ended, she opened her eyes. Even without making any movement, the fairies in the audience already knew her intentions and temporarily stopped playing their instruments.

"The eagle has awakened." Her voice was like a natural song, and just by uttering it, she captivated all the fairies present.

At this moment, a fairy who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old slowly descended from the sky. She had three pairs of transparent cicada wings on her back, and her delicate and beautiful face was adorned with pale golden hair.

"Mother, should we reseal the Griffin?" As she spoke, golden silk threads flowed down the cicada wings behind her, making her exceptionally beautiful.

"No need for that." The stunningly beautiful figure smiled slightly.

“I saw Sheryl’s child; he’s about your age now.”

"Hmph, how could that be? I'm over three thousand years old. When Xue Lin just came of age, it was I who bestowed my blessing upon her." She gently shook the wings on her back with a touch of arrogance, then slowly knelt down beside this stunning figure, resting her head lightly on the other's knee.

"Sheryl is still asleep, isn't she? She hasn't written to me in a long time," the fairy said softly.

"Hmm." Those fair fingers ran through the fairy's hair, gently stroking it.

"That child's attempt to seal the rift in the astral plane with a griffon was too reckless."

“Seal, Astral Rift?” Upon hearing these words, the fairy nestled in her arms looked up again, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Why do I not sense anything at all? The Heavenly Courtyard is so quiet."

"Because it's a very small crack, it doesn't have much of an impact. Even if the other Sichen saw it, they wouldn't pay much attention to it," the beautiful figure replied softly.

"Go and move the clock hands forward three notches, and the trajectory of the Leo constellation will naturally block the crack."

“But, Mother, now it is 'Summer's Clockkeeper' Elotier who is in charge of the 'Four Seasons Clock'. If I go to push the hands, she will definitely be furious.”

"Hehe, do you ever feel scared?"

"Don't worry, I'll explain the reason to her."

"Really?" Upon hearing this promise, the youthful and beautiful fairy quickly stood up.

"Then I'll go."

With a light touch of her toes, she spread her wings and flew into the sky.

"Lochinvira, Silumia, come with me!" she called to the other high-ranking fairies.

Soon, three fairies of similar size flew away from the 'Spring Flower Garden' and headed towards the magnificent spectacle in the sky.

The enormous clock face spans tens of kilometers, adorned with countless plants and flowers. Everything in the world is engraved on it. On this giant clock are two golden hands of different lengths, with flower buds and vines entwined around them, and decorated with golden and red gemstones, slowly turning on the clock that divides the seasons.

This is the clock used by the fairy rulers to divide the four seasons, and it also represents the time order of the world. The growth of plants in all kingdoms and lands is related to this 'Clock of the Four Seasons'.

Now, the 'Summer Controller' Elotier is in charge of the Clock of the Four Seasons, and the fairies under her command fly around this huge clock, maintaining and guarding it.

Three fairies flew down onto the clock. When they landed, the other fairies there didn't pay any attention, assuming they were just there to visit and enjoy the scenery.

But when three fairies flew onto the long pointer and pushed it to move, the other fairies immediately realized what was happening.

"Stop right now!"

However, by this time the end of the pointer had slowly moved, and each time it passed a mark, a melodious chime would ring out.

Soon, three bells rang out, their melodious tones lingering and spreading towards the distant horizon, causing subtle changes in the flowers and plants wherever they reached.

The stars in the sky accelerated their movement to the sound of the bells, arriving at their proper positions three days ahead of schedule. This forced countless scholars across the seven continents to readjust their calendars.

At the edge of the World Wall, the stars of Leo Palace shone, slowly obscuring the crack. The aura from the astral plane was absorbed by the stars of Leo Palace, and the white light that had previously blocked the Dragon Scale Crystal Wall also dissipated completely.

The 'Lord of All Truth' outside the rift made a last-ditch effort. Eye Demons of varying sizes poured in from beyond the astral plane. They had no anchored contracts or protection and were rejected by the world, but as they descended, they kept shooting at the dragon scales at the edge of the rift, hindering its healing.

At this moment, the shrunken crack stalled again. Hilti and Princess Musa rode on the eagle-lion and approached from the sky below. The gale dispersed the eye demons, causing the crack to heal and tighten inward once more.

A thunderous roar resounded as the eagle opened its massive jaws, allowing countless starlight and currents of air to pour in, creating a dazzling brilliance. Then, a blinding torrent of light burst through the crack, briefly repelling the 'Lord of All Truth' who was blocking the way.

The dragon scale crystal wall contracted and closed further. At this moment, the 'Lord Who Sees All Truth' realized that things were hopeless and finally gave up. After letting out an angry roar, he slowly left. "Is it over?"

As Hiltiya watched the dimensional rift shrink, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was about to turn around and say a few words to Princess Musa beside her to discuss the aftermath when, just as she turned around, a strange suction force came from the crack. All other life and things were unaffected, but she was swept up like a dandelion seed and spiraled into the crack.

As she approached the crack, Hilti's eyes met its gaze again. This time, she didn't see the 'Lord of All Truth'; instead, she saw mostly faint stardust and little information.

The only unusual thing was the special pull that attracted her, which gave her a strange sense of intimacy. Although the other party was not very friendly, their behavior was not violent. If Hilti resisted with all her might, she could probably break free.

Filled with curiosity and anticipation, Hilti slowly steadied herself and approached the edge of the World Wall, gazing at the crack that shimmered with strange light. At this moment, chaotic and distorted information kept pouring in.

If someone else were here, they would probably experience incomprehensible hallucinations, seeing countless strange sights and shadows, which they would forcefully interpret as bizarre and distorted life forms.

However, Hilti slowly analyzed the chaotic information, as if she had tuned into a channel and successfully loaded a decoder. The seemingly chaotic information was eventually presented in a harmonious and unified manner.

The previously blurry light and shadow became exceptionally clear and distinct, and she finally saw the scene outside the World Wall.

"Ah, at least we can finally talk."

A beautiful girl, even more delicate than Hilti, stood with her back to the bright, full moon. She wore a lovely and beautiful dress, and her slender fingers peeked out from the butterfly sleeves, holding a parasol as exquisite as her dress. The blue rose-like parasol had a ruffled hem and swayed gently between her tiny fingers.

There was a transparent water curtain between them, the light and shadow twisting and swaying, yet it was exceptionally clear. Yes, she could see the huge silver full moon behind the girl. Bathed in moonlight, the girl did not have the distortion and strangeness of alien life. Instead, she presented a rare tranquility and gentleness, contrary to the sexual characteristics of aliens.

At this moment, she held the pleated parasol behind her with one hand, her little finger slightly raised, and held her other hand in front of her lips, as if reminding Silti not to speak easily.

Her long, flowing black hair floated gently in the full moonlight, and her blue rose-like eyes blinked softly. She looked no more than 15 years old, but the power she displayed was even greater than that of the 'Lord Who Sees All Truth'. Just by looking at the moon behind her, Hilti's mind fell still.

"Don't look at it for too long, this isn't the moon in your world." Her voice echoed in Siltia's mind again.

……

"Do you want to ask me about the origin of the moon behind me?"

She lightly touched her chin with her fingers, tilted her head slightly in thought, and then blinked her eyes in response.

"This is probably the power of the older sister. The moon behind me is not the moon of your world. It is the gentle moon that the older sister possesses, representing time and space, stillness, healing, and reconciliation."

"How should I answer this specifically? Our relationship with our elder sister cannot be explained by worldly concepts. We are her followers, sharing common interests, goals, and aspirations. We are her hands and feet, her eyes and ears, assisting her in fulfilling her wishes. Because we share the same aspirations, which are in fact our common desires, and because we have similar aspirations and communicate with each other without barriers, we are also the continuation of each other's lives. Even if any one of us dies, as long as there are companions still alive, the meaning of our lives will not dissipate and will continue in the multiverse."

"Big sister? She is the older sister we all respect. Like me, she has long black hair and blue eyes. Or rather, our appearance style is derived from her."

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“Because my elder sister is only 16 or 17 years old, we cannot look older than her, right?” She raised her small fingers and moved them between her sleeves.

After explaining her origins, she turned her gaze to Siltia once again.

"I really think highly of you. Want to be friends?"

……

"It's okay, you'll grow up. As long as you remember me, we'll meet again sometime in the future. At that time, I'd like to invite you to explore this starry universe together."

……

"Do you have any doubts about the reason? It does need an explanation. There is a familiar feeling about you, which may come from me and the same universe and world, or there may be some kind of connection. So, among the twisted creatures in your world, you look very pleasing to the eye."

……

"This picture book is for you. Make good use of it; it will be a great help to you."

……

"Its prototype is the picture book that my older sister used to draw. It can be used to record important things, your favorite scenery, nostalgic scenes, fleeting insights, and people you can't forget."

At this point, the rift in the other world became smaller and smaller, until only a tiny hole with a diameter of about thirty meters remained.

"Ah, the door's about to close. See you next time then~"

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"My name? My name is Luna. What's yours?"

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"Hiltiya, what a beautiful name."

Goodbye, Little Tia.

Amidst lighthearted laughter, the full moonlight behind Luna shone down, actively mending the crack and even completely healing it, leaving no trace of the wound.

After leaving this world, she continued to travel through the multiverse of the astral plane, encountering friends once or twice every tens of thousands of years and talking to them about her experience.

"I encountered a very strange world, full of twisted creatures and life forms that were not yet fully formed, but I discovered a special little guy."

"She must have come from the same star as us, and in that world, she was like a cute fledgling that hadn't yet left the nest."

"I can't wait to see her grow up. One day, she'll hatch from her shell."

"Even the same seed will bloom into different flowers if it takes root and sprouts in different places."

"The world is beautiful because of its colorfulness."

"I remember correctly, right, Sister Hersia?"

(End of this chapter)