But Laus Einmeier never expected that they would actually ask if there were any nobles on the border of the kingdom!

Even though he had made up his mind to maintain his composure, his face flushed red with anger: "There are no nobles on the border, so who should I go as an envoy to?!"

This statement was naturally very convincing. The Unicorn Knights felt a little embarrassed, but they stepped back a few steps in confusion, forming a circle and whispering to each other.

At this moment, the followers behind Ainmeier quietly approached: "Mr. Laws, we don't remember what we were going to do."

The king's envoy was naturally well-informed. Laws Einmayer immediately reacted: "...Our memories have been interfered with?!"

He immediately took out the order from his arms.

This order was given to him by the king himself, and was to be communicated to all the nobles along the way.

But now, at the beginning of the order, there was a large, chilling blank.

There should be a group of noble family names there.

But now it is empty.

A little cold sweat broke out on Ross's forehead.

He quickly recalled the territories of the remaining families, and then sadly discovered that the areas controlled by the nobles listed in the order were nearly a hundred kilometers away from the border of the kingdom.

There was no time to lose. Normally, unless it was an emergency, he couldn't contact the king directly using text messaging.

But now is an emergency.

My Lord, the madmen of Ilythri have used Ascension on a massive scale! All races on the border have been wiped out, and now the border is wide open!

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In the capital of the dark elves, in the Hall of Rose, nearly ten thousand kilometers away from Candlekeep, the release of high-level magic finally ended.

Nearly a hundred high-level wizards gathered here, casting high-level magic day and night.

Ascending again and again, silently and effortlessly, it uprooted the borders of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel.

Soaring.

This high-level magic actually does leave no trace.

No matter what, if you were talking to someone just now and the person standing opposite you suddenly disappeared the next second, it would be impossible not to leave a flaw.

Moreover, this phenomenon will be repeated dozens of times on the borders of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel. Countless servants and retainers will be shocked to find that they have never had any followers, but are now in a castle protected by an impenetrable mythal.

——Of course, those maze locks will quickly become disabled due to the loss of their host.

Even if the kingdom realized what had happened, it would be difficult to quickly restore these mazes.

This is the true meaning of ascension.

Naturally, only family members could use these mythals released in family settlements. Ascension, however, could completely disable these mythals, which were a headache for even high-level mages.

Of course, pleasing the goddess Lolth's desire for torture was also a key goal. Elves who died during the Ascension could no longer return to Arvandor, their souls truly scattering.

Even so, God-King Corellon would not take action himself, let alone kill Rose.

With his strength, if he wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago.

All elves were his descendants, but there were also differences in closeness. His former wife, Arosh, now Lolth, was obviously the most favored of the group.

Therefore, the dark elves were particularly unscrupulous. The only thing they feared was their goddess, Lolth herself.

The high-ranking mages, supported by their followers, walked down from their altars one by one, their robes soaked with sweat.

At the same time, it is not uncommon for people to become paralyzed or even die on the altar.

This is the high magic of the elves... The price that later spells have to pay is insignificant compared to high magic.

Permanent weakness, instantaneous severe damage, immediate death... these are all inevitable aspects of high-level magic.

However, sacrificing oneself for higher magic is considered an honor.

However, before these high-level wizards could catch their breath, a team of Rose's priests hurriedly stepped into the hall where the altar was located, holding long whips.

The dim light made their dark brown faces appear particularly gloomy. "Archmages, the goddess has sent down an oracle. Your ascension has left a loophole."

Almost every archmagus present was so weak that they couldn't even speak clearly. Only a few lucky ones could reply, "...Impossible. We don't even remember what our goal of ascension is now."

The priests replied, "We don't remember either. However, the goddess claims that the Xingsong family has not yet been destroyed, and there has been a spatial riot nearby. Additional forces are needed to capture Candlekeep."

Just having a name to speak for itself says a lot.

The high-ranking mage, who was still able to speak normally, took a deep breath and murmured, "So, what is the goddess' will? To use Ascension again?"

"No, that would be a waste," the Lolth priests replied. "The Lady demands that two high mages join the siege of Candlekeep. Candlekeep has not yet lost its ability to resist."

Ode to the Thirteen Stars (End)

Elastrid is likely one of the last members of the Xingyong family.

She already knew this, but she grew up in human society after all, and what troubled her most was the physiological conflict between elves and humans, and the gap that this difference created.

The Lucky Church of Baldur's Gate is certainly not an ignorant bumpkin, but the dislocation brought about by growth and aging is inevitable after all.

Her family had been destroyed long ago - otherwise, the Moon Blade representing the clan leader would not be placed next to a baby, and the ancestral spirit in the Moon Blade would not only remember the clan name.

Therefore, when she first discovered that Candle Castle was her ancestral property, although she was surprised, she did not have too many thoughts.

In the huge Candle Castle, she is the only elf.

She wasn't even married yet and had almost no elf friends.

She is also a pure-blooded Xing Yong who loves adventure.

What use did she have for a fortress?

Now, it would be better to let the sages of Candlekeep pay high rent to Alestria - otherwise these priests will not even be able to enter the door.

However, some scars will eventually be torn open.

"...Emmya, that's Candlekeep, right?" she asked in a low voice.

Emiya beside her was stunned for a moment, and sighed helplessly, "Based on the terrain, yes."

Although Emilia did not have natural dark vision, at his stage, true sight had already been permanently attached to him.

Even so, they were still a hundred meters away from Candlekeep, and he could only see the outline of Candlekeep.

But he also understood that Elastrid couldn't really be unfamiliar with the terrain.

He could only let Phantom Pony take a few steps closer to Elastri and hold her trembling hand: "It's okay."

Elastrid's body swayed for a moment, and after a long moment she whispered, "...Yeah."

Candlekeep was naturally a deserted city at this moment, and their cries received no response.

However, Alestria had already understood how the Candlekeep's maze worked. She gasped softly and raised the Moon Blade at her waist high. "...I am Alestria, head of the Starsong family, Alestria Starsong. Open the door!"

The dead silent Candlekeep, under the dark sky, trembled slightly at her shout, and then the door burst open.

The sound of the maze's self-check continued to slowly echo: "...No patriarchal lineage detected. Time until the next full self-check: 11000 years. Moon Blade confirmed, bloodline confirmed."

"Basic permissions have been opened."

It was strange, the words were quite different from when Alestria first saw Candlekeep.

Magical power wove a long flower-like path in front of her, welcoming her and Emilia and their group as they slowly entered Candle Castle.

——Even the terrain is almost the same as it will be ten thousand years later.

During the Battle of Candlekeep, they, especially Emiya, traveled to every corner of Candlekeep to help defend it. They were not unfamiliar with the castle.

However, although Candle Castle was still very welcoming to them at this moment, there was still a strange atmosphere.

The moment Sig stepped into the city gate, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes and looking at Elaster.

Originally, Elastrid was the most lively of the group. More accurately, she was the one who excelled at switching between gentleness and liveliness at lightning speed.

Normally, no one could find fault with the priest's etiquette and interpersonal relationships, but when faced with real danger, he would become more excited than anyone else.

However, she was currently perched on the back of the Phantom Pony, her head lowered, not daring to look at Candlekeep, a place not unfamiliar to her. Her long silver hair draped across her chest, obscuring her expression. She was practically led into Candlekeep by Emilia.

The sadness in her was so thick that it almost overflowed from her.

The eerily quiet Candlekeep made the sad atmosphere even more lingering.

Even if this place is really conquered by the undead ten thousand years later, there should be the sounds of vampires mocking and skeletons colliding.

At this moment, the only sound in Candlekeep was the whistling of the sea breeze across the city walls. Occasionally, in this salty wind, intact elven clothing would be gently lifted.

Candlekeep is not empty at this moment.

Various supplies waiting to be used were placed in every corner of the castle. The weapons and equipment were shiny and rust-free, and were maintained exceptionally well.

The few exquisite lamps glowed brightly, evidently having just been fueled. There was even the aroma of food within Candlekeep, evidently fresh from the oven.

In the kitchen, those portable foods such as bread, biscuits and dried fruits have been taken away.

The soup in the pot was still boiling, and there were even some soup stains on the wooden spoon next to the pot that had not yet dried.

Countless traces showed that a considerable number of people were active here just a short time ago. However, they really could not see anything at the moment.

Elastri looked at this scene and asked in a trembling voice, as if asking for help: "Emmya, do you know where my parents live?"

What a difficult question.

Emilia sighed silently, and he could only look at the other two female companions for help.

As everyone knows, no member of Team Emiya has living parents.

I have a natural empathy for such occasions.

The Archdruid and the Poet Lady exchanged a glance and replied sympathetically, "Let's look for it together."

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When Emya pushed open a bedroom door, he knew he had found the place.

It is located in the center of the Air Court, on the top floor of the Candlekeep Central Library, with the best lighting.

"Alestria, please come here for a moment."

It was already sunset, and when she heard the sound and came over, the bright moonlight shone through the French windows and the open door onto Elastri's long hair.

She looked out the French window, hoping for a moment that the spirit reflected in the window was her mother. However, the vague phantom eventually turned into her own appearance.

The bedroom wasn't very large, consisting of a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. A fairy mattress sat against the wall next to the floor-to-ceiling window. Next to the bed, a baby cradle still swayed.

On the small table next to the cradle was a full bottle of milk and unused baby diapers.

Emiya carefully took the bottle in her hand and said, "...it's still warm."

The wardrobe was wide open, and it was obvious that someone had hurriedly taken out a few pieces of clothing. However, compared to an ordinary wardrobe, this one had an extra small compartment.

Aimiya said, "Alestria, this small compartment should contain clothes for you."

“…Is that so…?”

She took out a small one-piece from her backpack. It had been weathered for quite some time, and its flexibility had been somewhat affected—but Emilia could still vaguely see that it must have once been a very delicate elf garment.

But now, when her fingers touched the slightly rough little dress, she felt a tingling pain slowly piercing from her fingertips into her heart.

Elastri placed her hand on the handle of the wardrobe, but her hand began to tremble uncontrollably. She didn't have the courage to open the tiny wardrobe. She tilted her head slightly, tears streaming from her eyes through the gaps in her long hair. "Emiya...Emiya, can you help me?"

Emilia hesitated for a moment, but still put their hands together and helped her open the wardrobe which was not actually locked.

In this small compartment, dozens of items of clothing are displayed, all large and small. These items are large enough to wear a child from infancy to running around. Each item has an identical set of replacements.

Elastrella's body swayed again. She fought back tears and slowly placed the small piece of clothing in her hand to the far left. At this moment, Emilia lit a small light for her. Elastrella noticed that the one-piece suit on the far left was the only one she hadn't changed into, and there was an empty hanger to the left of it.

And this unique piece of clothing is exactly the same as the one in Elaster's hand.

It just hangs there quietly, as if waiting for someone to return.

Elastri's hands were trembling slightly, and her vision was blurred as she stared at the same piece of clothing in her hands, trying to hang the small clothes in her hands back in the closet.

However, the piece of clothing in her hand was already too old.

It had already shriveled up due to the ravages of time, and just as Elastrid tried, a sharp tearing sound came from the old garment.

Elastrella stared silently at the eye-catching tear in the clothes, unable to say a word.

The crack was so glaring, like an insurmountable river of time.

At this moment, Emiya quietly came to her side and placed a finger on the torn clothes.

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