Ark Undead

SilverAsh blinked.

The girl's face froze, only the sacred bell in her hand still rang out.

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—

203. Home in Flames

"So you sneaked onto the truck by yourself and came with us, without even Manju-in knowing about it."

SilverAsh's expression was calm, but with each word he spoke, Enya, sitting next to the Undead, lowered her head further.

“Do you know the consequences of doing this? If the Manjusaka finds out you’re here, they’ll do everything they can to bring you back, and they might even declare war on Rhodes Island. Even I, as the head of the Shivaish family, one of the major families, will be questioned, and they might very well unite to boycott the Kallan Trade’s operations in Kerrig.”

SilverAsh picked up the coffee he had just ordered and took a sip.

"What did you say to Manju Academy? What are they thinking now?"

“This is my decision. I told them I was going to the holy mountain to communicate with the gods and that they should not come looking for me.”

Unbeknownst to her, Enya moved a little closer to the undead, without looking at SilverAsh's eyes.

"What does this have to do with you, patriarch of the Shivaesh family? I am the Holy Maiden, this is my decision, and as the head of the Sherag family, you have no right to interfere with the Holy Maiden's decision."

"..."

"If you have any comments, please go directly to Manjushri Temple. After I descend the mountain, I will decide whether to review the documents you submit. Until then, any questioning of me is a challenge to the authority of the sacred mountain."

SilverAsh wanted to say something more, but Enya's words just now silenced him completely.

Horn, standing behind SilverAsh, had a stern face and didn't know what to say.

As Enya said, once she becomes a saint, she will no longer have any connection with ordinary families. She is just a saint, and can only be the saint of Kalan.

Enya turned her head and glanced at the Undead. The Undead looked at Enya with her right hand on the table and was somewhat surprised.

Who would have thought that the little girl I protected back then would have such a tough personality?

To be able to roast her brother like that, she really didn't waste her time being a saintess.

But, in the very next moment...

Enya's expression softened slightly, and she lowered her head a little.

"Now...now! I have urgent business that requires the use of the Shivaesh family's power, Mr. Enshia. This is the Saintess's request! You cannot refuse!"

Silver Gray's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded.

"That's natural. As long as it's related to the Snow Realm, the Shivaesh family will do their duty without hesitation."

The immortal was stunned for a moment.

He still had to ask his own brother for help.

After hesitating for a moment, Enya said.

"The gods revealed themselves to me, instructing me to find those destined to be with them, and that is why I am here. My presence here represents the will of the Lord of the Holy Mountain!"

Enya spoke in a serious manner, and she even raised her hand, revealing the sacred bell that she had been holding in her hand.

"Now, tell me, what is your relationship with this warrior beside me? What is his name, and why don't you introduce him to me?"

"This one..."

Silver Gray's voice sounded a little stiff, I don't know why.

"And this is...?"

"Never mind, I'll do it."

The Undead interrupted SilverAsh, holding out his hand to block Enya's view and make her turn her gaze towards him.

The Undead looked at Enya and smelled a familiar scent on her.

"Did your god send you to find me? What did she say to you?"

"The Undead asked Enya."

Enya answered.

"The deity told me that she is currently in a certain location, and after using divine magic to sense it, I discovered that the deity's final revelation is in you."

Enya tried to appear serious and dignified, so she straightened her upper body and began to speak.

"Now, tell me, warrior, what is your relationship with the gods? Have you also received a miracle?"

The atmosphere immediately fell silent.

Horn Peak's cheeks twitched, unsure of what to say.

SilverAsh also kept a straight face, maintaining a calm demeanor. But his right hand had already gripped the cane he had placed beside the table.

Enya was puzzled by this. She watched as SilverAsh put down the coffee cup in his right hand. If she wasn't mistaken, it seemed like it trembled slightly when it touched the table?

The undead are trying to organize their thoughts.

Enya, standing before him, seemed to be trying to appear serious. But to the undead, it looked rather comical.

After much deliberation, the immortal finally spoke.

"Your god is dead."

Enya was stunned. Her eyes widened slightly, as if she had heard something incredible.

“I watched her die. As she died, she asked me, ‘How are you all?’”

The Undead sighed. This was indeed his last conversation with the Painter of the World, but it was a truly impactful event.

The immortals can understand what happens when a person with faith collapses.

Especially someone like Enya, who is a saint and has always believed in God.

However, the Undead didn't know how to explain it to her. According to SilverAsh, the Saintess leaving Kjerag was a big deal, and the Undead needed to find a way to let Enya understand the situation and go back as soon as possible.

I just hope Enya isn't too upset.

Enya blinked and tilted her head.

“But the gods just spoke to me, telling me to find a masked man and to call you.”

"Lord Ashes."

SilverAsh and the Undead were both stunned.

SilverAsh doesn't disbelieve in the existence of gods. But he absolutely doesn't believe that gods would give such clear instructions.

For SilverAsh, he believed that human will can overcome nature, and that human effort is comparable to divine gifts.

Not to mention that SilverAsh has never received any divine guidance in all this time, and the tragedy that happened to his family when he was a child made him realize that Manju Academy was nothing more than a tool of rule.

This doesn't mean SilverAsh completely disbelieves in the existence of gods. However, he certainly doesn't believe that gods would give such explicit instructions; it's more of a vague guidance.

Moreover, you can't see what a dead person looks like.

SilverAsh looked at the Undead. The Undead's limbs were stiff, which meant that this title was not often heard, and at least it had a special meaning for the Undead.

The Undead was even more shocked, as he had never used that title to any of Sherag's people.

If Enya knew this title, she could only hear it from the gods she spoke of.

In other words.

"Let me see your bell."

The immortal's voice deepened, leaving Enya no room to refuse.

Enya didn't think much of it. The Holy Bell was indeed important, but it wasn't as important as the God himself.

Besides, not everyone can use the Holy Bell... Huh?!

The Undead simply reached out, shook the bell, and placed it in front of his chest with practiced ease.

Ding-a-ling—

A white light, all too familiar to Enya, suddenly shone from the Holy Bell. Then, before everyone, including Horn Peak, the Undead pressed the Holy Spirit, which he had been holding to his chest, onto the table in front of him.

Like a lake surface rippling with waves, the space on the tabletop seemed to be distorted, swaying outwards layer by layer.

Soon after, a line of mysterious white characters appeared on the table.

Miracle (Seeking advice)

This was the way the immortals communicated and left messages with each other in ancient times.

It is widely used due to its concealment and the persistence of information.

Everyone can see it.

Enya's eyes lit up. Sure enough! The warrior before her was the one revealed by God!

She quickly shifted her gaze to the tabletop.

After becoming a saintess, the power granted by the gods allowed her to understand some of the languages ​​used by the gods.

When communicating with deities, the deities mostly communicated with Enya in this way.

Only occasionally, when the gods are in a good mood, will they whisper a few words in Enya's ear.

Therefore, Enya was able to understand the words on the table and read them aloud.

"Lord Ash, please, ignite the flames."

Enya read these words aloud without missing a single detail, so that SilverAsh and Cliffheart could understand what their god was saying.

The immortal could understand it, but he didn't understand what it was all about.

He personally witnessed the Painter die in his arms, turning into specks of light and disappearing!

Then, the immortal raised his right hand, drawing everyone's attention.

laugh.

With a soft sound, a wisp of flame rose from the immortal's right palm.

The flames were so pure and mesmerizing that no one could look away from them.

At the same time, the Holy Bell in the Undead's left hand rang without being shaken.