The three pillars of justice exchanged a glance and replied, "Lord Oghma, we are honored that you have come to support Eltoril. What do you need?"

"It's a small matter." Oghma turned around and looked at Selune steadily. "Three of you, Miss Moon Goddess, everyone in Eltoril must be in shock right now, and everyone is very confused about the future. Why don't we hold some celebrations to boost their spirits-"

At this point, the unkempt old man burst into laughter. "To be frank, can you let me finish the Ritual of Truth first?"

...?

When these words came out, not only the Three Pillars of Justice, but even the mortals present were shocked.

On the surface, it seemed as if Oghma had sent down his incarnation just to ensure the smooth completion of this Ceremony of Truth.

Is the Rite of Truth so important?

No, more importantly, what's the controversy surrounding this year's Rite of Truth? The only two contenders are actually competing, and the captain of one of those teams has already left Eltoril in disgrace!

All that's left is an award ceremony.

But immediately, the Three Pillars of Justice understood and answered in unison, "That's fine!"

At this moment, Selune coughed softly, her body becoming somewhat more transparent. Shaking her head, she said, "However, I will not participate... My sisters and I had a major battle earlier, and just now, we were bombed by Azuth. I'm afraid my avatar can no longer sustain this. I'll leave this young man here in my care."

At this, Selune's incarnation instantly dissipated into dozens of blue butterflies, vanishing in front of everyone. From beginning to end, she didn't even glance at Emiya and the others.

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In Baldur's Gate in the west, the long standoff that lasted for more than half a month finally came to an end.

Even though there was a spatial barrier of more than 100 kilometers, the magical waves raised by the incarnation of the god still swept to the Amnesia Mountain in Baldur's Gate.

Larloch, who had been sitting in meditation with the Baldors on the mountain for a long time, finally turned around and sighed softly, "...It's been almost a century since the Arcane Scourge. It seems the gods have finally licked their wounds and begun to move among the mortal world once again. A god detonated his avatar... The opening fireworks were quite dazzling."

At this moment, a lich quietly sent a message to his king: "My Lord, we are approaching the time for soul sacrifice. My subordinates report that the area around the Warlock's Tomb has been eerily quiet lately, and souls are hard to find... Perhaps the Baldur have sent a message to clear the area."

Although the lich is said to be immortal, it actually needs to sacrifice its soul regularly to maintain its existence, otherwise it will collapse into a demi-lich with only a head left. Although the demi-lich is equally powerful, it is still a huge gap compared to the lich body with its powerful spellcasting ability.

“…” Larok shook his head and finally moved.

The condition of the Bod people had declined compared to many days ago, but as soon as Larloch moved, the bodies that had begun to rust and become sluggish immediately began to move.

Larloch looked at the numerous holy emblems and turned sharply to Adrian, saying in a stern voice, "I've heard that every paladin is personally chosen by the gods, making them half-elect. Apodel Adrian, I have only one question for you. No matter your answer, I will leave."

Apodel Adrian frowned, gripped his sword, and answered loudly: "My answer depends on the question itself."

"Alright," Larloch said flatly. "A hundred years have passed. What is the current state of the Goddesses of Magic? The moment the incarnation of the Magic Web died for Kassus, the second Goddess of Magic, Mystra, was promoted. Most of the floating cities even regained buoyancy while still falling. Mystra died inexplicably during the Year of Troubles, but the third Goddess of Magic also successfully ascended to deity at its end. Now that the third has been assassinated, and so much time has passed, where is the fourth?"

Apodel Adrian didn't hesitate and answered directly, "Unfortunately, I have been responsible for suppressing and subjugating the Red Robe Mage."

It wasn't his job to resurrect the goddess, he didn't know.

"Ha!" Larloch sneered insincerely. Then, he stretched out a withered finger toward the east. "You're a paladin, perhaps you're not sensitive enough to magic... Do you know which god detonated his avatar in Eltoril? It was Azuth."

The name shocked Apodel Adrian, but he pursed his lips and did not scream.

Larloch shook his head. "For decades, there's been no news of Azus, yet he suddenly appears and self-destructs in Eltoril, a place that has nothing to do with the Church of Magic... Humph, a preaching mage who became the God of Mages by relying on a third leg can deceive people in the world. It's really laughable."

"Apodel, you're a powerful paladin, but you're completely uninvolved in such a crucial matter as the goddess's resurrection... Are you a paladin promoted by the third generation magic goddess? Could it be that those responsible for the goddess's resurrection just happen to be the chosen ones of the second generation magic goddess? It doesn't matter."

The Archlich Larloch turned around and said: "I have given you many chances."

The paladin was stunned for a moment and frowned: "...What do you mean?"

Larloch gestured to his men.

The next second, the lich army disappeared from the mountain in an orderly manner, as if they had never existed.

But the last words Laroque left before leaving made Adrian frown.

"Let those current sycophants of Mystra clean their necks—the Silver Fire is not theirs to claim."

This is a formal demarcation of boundaries with the Mystra forces and also a declaration of war.

——Even though, Larloch was once the first generation of the chosen one of the Magic Goddess.

Upon hearing this, Adrian didn't react drastically. Instead, he simply turned around and shouted to the other churches, "...Lalok appears to have left. According to the original plan, we will begin the rotation. We will completely evacuate in one day."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on Amnesia Mountain breathed a sigh of relief. Some pastors even felt their legs weaken and nearly collapsed to the ground.

They hardly dared to rest for more than ten days. In comparison, the devil in the late summer chaos was at least a one-time deal, not a blunt knife like the current one.

Amidst the chaos, Adrien and Imoen exchanged glances. Imoen understood and sent a message to the sky: [Ms. Abandoned?]

Then she received a reply: [Larlok should have left. I will stay here for another day, and then I will return to Eltoril.]

“You know that’s not what I’m asking,” Imoen said.

She didn't get an answer immediately.

After a long time, the Forsaken's reply finally rang out: "He is a lich, and has been one for thousands of years. This is something that no one can tolerate, no matter what."

【No matter who it is. 】

Ninety-One Aftermath (Part 2) The Ritual of Truth

Some things, no matter how long you delay them, will eventually come true.

Even if the mountain disappears and the palace collapses, it will be the same.

Asur sighed.

Some time ago, several gods descended upon Eltoril, but Lathander was absent.

This phenomenon only shows that Losander is not so willing to personally stand up for the Rising Sun Sect.

Although this news did not cause the Shengyang Sect to completely lose confidence, it did force them to give up the podium for today's speech.

The temple that was originally reduced to ashes has long been restored to its original state under Emilia's craftsmanship. What took up the most time in the past few days was the wrangling over the layout of the temple.

However, the affairs within the Three Pillars of Justice are ultimately just disputes.

Now, those who are interested in the recent changes in Eltoril have all arrived near the square at the foot of the mountain - the hotel in this square is one of the few businesses that has not been involved in various disputes.

The reason is simple. Some time ago, it was bought directly with cash by Emiya and his team.

This is where the investigation begins and ends.

Asur stood on the balcony of the inn and shouted loudly: "Everyone, thank you for your attention to Eltoril. In this thrilling battle-"

However, just as the Holy Knight was using his eloquence to describe the thrilling adventures and battle experiences of everyone present in a rhythmic and fascinating way, and at the same time using various exaggerations to cover up for Craig, Emilia was staying on the upper floor of the hotel with Yin.

The reason was simple: this magic enthusiast had been in an unstable mental state for the past few days—or perhaps, she had finally revealed a vulnerable side that matched her appearance.

In the past few days, she has been immersed in studying the hellfire of the enemy sect of the abyss, and has not paid any attention to other aspects.

Emiya now hoped that she could continue like this - even he could see that Yin's mood and condition were unprecedentedly bad, and his current focus was even closer to self-abandonment.

However, this method of procrastination couldn't be used forever—the reason was simple. Although Yin was in a bad mood, her work efficiency hadn't dropped at all. After only a few days, the progress bar for reverse engineering the Abyss Enemy's magic was almost full.

Finally, Yin stopped writing.

She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes had become slightly red and swollen, and she chanted spells and made gestures as if trying hard not to cry.

A yellow fireball shot out, blasting the target at the end of the room into pieces without causing any other ripple effects.

She unfolded the scroll in her hand and examined it again, muttering softly, "...I think I successfully transformed the devil's hellfire into arcane magic."

"Fourth-ring evocation, Brimstone." Emiya, who had observed the entire process from beginning to end, sighed. "The range is slightly less than Fireball, with a radius of about eight meters. The effect is pure destruction, ignoring any elemental resistance or immunity... It's slightly less powerful, but there are spells less powerful than Infernal Fire."

At the same time, as always, spells produced by Silver are highly bound to the Magic Web, and they will probably crash immediately if they go to a place without the Magic Web.

"I want to send this spell out at the Ritual of Truth." Yin was not happy, but sniffed and whispered.

"This is the spell you adjusted, so of course you have the final say." Emilia replied.

Although it was impossible for any third party to suddenly appear in the Ritual of Truth, Yin simply did not like to keep things to herself. For her, giving away and distributing the things she created was a pleasure in itself.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but sigh.

Yin did not answer him, but lowered her head a little more, and her soft long hair fell on Emiya's legs. Her breathing gradually became heavier, and then there were more sobs.

Then, her emotions completely exploded.

The silver-haired girl fell into Emilia's arms, buried her head in his chest, and burst into tears.

“Wow—why! It’s okay that she doesn’t talk, but why doesn’t Selune even look at me? Why? Why on earth?!”

Emiya had thought of several contingency plans for Yin's reaction, but when she really just lay down in his arms and cried loudly, all the plans collapsed in an instant, and Emiya's brain almost stopped working.

If Yin was a Selûnite believer, this reaction would be normal - the Cult of the Rising Sun had been silent for several days because they failed to witness the advent of Lathander's god, and the exterior decoration of the Cathedral of Twin Suns looked much dimmer.

But, Silver's reaction...

If Emilia were to describe it, it would be more vivid and natural, or in other words, have a wonderful breath of life.

It was like a teenage girl who had been wronged and was venting her feelings by crying.

Emiya was at a loss as to what to do. After hesitating for a while, he could only pat Yin's back gently and said, "I think she probably had to do this for some reason."

However, the strange touch on her hand made Emilia feel uneasy.

——Once Yin was not obsessed with magic, she exuded amazing charm all the time. Even the touch from simple physical contact was fascinating, forcing Emiya to use all her willpower to stop herself from touching her.

Yin's acting has always been bad. He doesn't listen to Sig's bad advice, but when he occasionally reveals his true feelings, he is extremely lethal.

Although, having said that, Selûne had descended specifically for them, but in the end she left in a hurry without any communication at all - this was indeed very abnormal.

For the past few days, the Three Pillars of Justice have deliberately stayed behind to support the church and help them quickly sort out Eltoril's administrative structure. Didn't Selune even have time to say a word?

As if grasping at the last straw, Yin raised her head, her blue eyes shimmering with ripples. "...What's the reason?"

"How would I know that?"

Up to now, he had never had a formal conversation with Selûne or even met her in person - even though Selûne had given him an unusual amount of divine favor.

He is almost confused now.

……almost.

At this moment, Yin's hand quietly brushed from his chest to his armpit, then to his waist and hugged him tightly: "--Emiya, remember the first rule of our team's behavior, if a team member needs you, you must do your best to meet their needs."

Emiya was silent.

What's this about throwing yourself into someone's arms? It turns out to be another trap.

His teacher had returned a long time ago, but upon seeing Gin's condition, he turned and ran away without even looking back, preferring to continue patrolling in Eltoril rather than return, as if Gin at this moment was much scarier than Zariel.

But he signed the team terms himself, so now he can only nod his head.

"Okay then." Yin clung to him tightly, as if afraid he would run away. "I want to know what Selune is thinking!"

"How would I know such a thing?"

"You and her are the closest in the team right now!" Yin said sullenly, "I just asked you to ask, there's no time limit."

"...Okay. I understand." Emiya sighed, "But I can't guarantee the results."

He had a premonition.

The reason behind Selune's unusual behavior cannot be revealed with just a simple question.

"I didn't ask you for the result!"

Someone who had just been crying her eyes out suddenly burst into laughter. But then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly grasped his clothes again, "But you can't... just find some random excuse and suddenly leave the team!"

"That's impossible!" Emilia shouted angrily, "I'm very happy in the team now and I won't leave suddenly!"

At this moment, Christine's text message came to his mind: [I guess you should be ready? Azul's story is almost over, and there is only one last scene left in Eltoril's story.]

【I understand. I'll be right there.】

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"Finally, the devils proved once again that their so-called deals were nothing more than traps, and their offers were nothing more than bait. Even though we captured Zariel alive, and even though only one devil came, our negotiations still encountered countless twists and turns!" Asur shouted. "We can't continue to be like a donkey, letting the devil keep hanging on by a carrot."

"The devil can only understand one language, that is the sound of swords cutting throats. The devil can only read one language, that is the blood gushing from their bodies!

"The souls of our ancestors still wander the banks of the River Styx, and there is only one way to save them: to journey back into Hell! To achieve this goal, faith and geography will not stand between us. Anyone who refuses to endure the shadow of evil is our friend!"

Asur's preaching had been going on for quite some time. The intrigues between Eltoril and the devil along the way were quite interesting. His speech lasted for a while, and quite a number of listeners were still praising him loudly in the audience, creating waves of people.

At this time, Emilia finally arrived.

The area behind Asul had become a stage backstage, bustling with people. Emiya's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Christine was so anxious that she was almost spinning in circles. When she saw him finally arrive, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards him.

Emiya quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I only arrived a few minutes early for such an important occasion."

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