A Valkyrie replied, "The Elves' God Corellon Larethian said he heard that Asgard is once again celebrating the Ascension War. He has long admired this grand and sacred ceremony, a display of valor and bravery. Now that the occasion is right, he wondered if he could send a few of his best craftsmen to participate in the Ascension War—he would also like to observe it himself."

Corellon was a popular god among the gods, and aside from the occasional worry about being discovered in his wife's bedroom, he was impeccable in his conduct.

Even Odin felt honored that a god king of this level could personally take care of something like the Ascension War.

Odin couldn't help but smile and nodded. "It's an honor for the Elf King to be willing to watch the ceremony. I have no reason to refuse."

At this moment, the Valkyrie who had just arrived finally had the chance to interrupt: "...My Lord, the Moon Goddess Selune did not come for Mystril, she also wanted to observe this Ascension Battle."

"……what?"

Odin, the god of wisdom, who had been smiling, suddenly frowned.

It wasn't uncommon for gods from the outside world to visit. The fact that several of these influential gods arrived almost simultaneously was quite intriguing.

This time, instead of expressing his welcome, he tapped lightly on the throne.

—What happened to Toril?

The power of a God-King is undoubtedly demonstrated.

In a flash, Odin saw the war-torn continent of Faerun.

The Crown War had erupted in full force, with miracles so impressive that even Odin would have admired them now sweeping across Faerun, turning half the continent upside down. Presumably, the pantheon was already abuzz with controversy.

"...Corellon is here to relax." Odin concluded.

The Ascension War, although fierce, is a war without real bloodshed. It is probably a relief for a god like Corellon who suffers from the infighting among his own bloodline.

At this time, another Valkyrie landed at the door of the Golden Palace, holding a letter written by Tyr. "My Lord, the God of Justice said that an unexpected situation has occurred with the Wild Hunt. I hope you can make a decision."

"Oh?" Odin waved his hand, and the letter flew from the Valkyrie's hand to him.

However, after reading it briefly, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"...A monster pursued by the Wild Hunt escaped to Toril, and the Wild Hunt in charge of the pursuit were caught up in the elven civil war along with their target? And the target was also infested with the mind of an enslaved Dark Elves' illithid? And Mystril's Seraph helped bring the monster back?!

"These gods of Toril...are they here to exact punishment?!"

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Valhalla is more of an entire city than a landmark.

However, most of Asgard's heroic warriors will not stay here for long - they often fight to the death in the land outside. Only those warriors who really feel a little tired, or those heroic warriors who think they have made outstanding achievements will come here to rest.

Therefore, even though this city is large enough to accommodate all the heroic spirits, it is actually still empty everywhere.

"The Kingdom of God is truly luxurious." Sig poked the wall cautiously. "Is it all made of real gold?"

"It can be called real gold, or fake." Metatron was naturally well-versed in such matters. "Within the Kingdom of God, these substances are real, and their properties are no different from gold. But as long as the gods disagree, even if you remove the gold, the precious gold will revert to divine power the moment you leave the Kingdom of God."

At this moment, Emiya asked curiously: "So, strictly speaking, the supplies here are unlimited?"

"The power offered by each believer is definitely greater than the power consumed in the kingdom of God after its death." Metatron replied, "At least that's the case in Toril. Therefore, no god would refuse to develop its own believers."

Perhaps thanks to Metatron—Seraphim are powerful beings close to gods, and receive the highest level of courtesy—Emia and her group were fortunate enough to live in the most luxurious palace in Valhalla.

"Goddess Freya herself has asked you to live here," said the leading Valkyrie. "However, there are no servants here... It's the master's request."

"The owner of this place?!" This sentence made Emiya and his group stunned.

Is there no vacant room in Valhalla? Why let them live in other people's homes?

Metatron, however, seemed to realize something and looked around.

The Valkyrie, intentionally or unintentionally, took them to the side hall - the most magnificent residence was intentionally or unintentionally skipped.

If nothing unexpected happens, that residence might already be...

Sure enough, the next second, Misriel triumphantly pushed open the door and waved to the Valkyrie: "Okay, thank you, you've worked hard, you can go now. Also - don't disturb us from now on."

Then, just as the Valkyrie left the room, all the doors of the palace slammed shut. Mistrel said as quickly as possible, "I know everything! You captured a monster that can even take over the body of the main brain? Have you handed it over? Let me see!!!"

The God of the 32nd Moon Visits

The moment they saw Misriel, the expressions on Emiya and his group's faces were extremely wonderful - and Misriel took all of this in.

In this era, Mystrel is actually, strictly speaking, a lesser-known god - although his power is terrifyingly strong.

The power of faith in gods does not only come from believers' three bows and nine kowtows, and prayers day and night. Acting in the area dominated by gods can also provide a lot of power of faith.

The elves, on the other hand, were a race that learned magic from childhood, and when they grew up, they created a maze that allowed everyone to use magic. They used magic for combat, for healing, for everything else—if this race weren't naturally unable to sleep, they'd probably use magic even for sleep.

And all these magics must be realized through the magic network.

Therefore, there is one thing that perhaps only Corellon Larethian knows: if he, Corellon, is not also the god of magic, a certain quiet Mistrel may have obtained more power of faith from the elves than him.

Arcane magic, divine magic... all the miracles that appeared were feeding Mystril with power. Therefore, at this moment, she was actually the most powerful among the local gods - and because of this, the power of time in the kingdom of Tianyu fell into her hands long ago.

However, she is still a minor god, as most creatures are completely unaware of her existence!

She wasn't particularly sociable, and those gods who weren't interested in magic didn't even know of her existence—though, of course, gods like Odin and Corellon, who were already proficient in magic, had some acquaintance with her.

The only exceptions are Selune and Tyche - Selune was the predecessor who encouraged Mystrel to become a god, and her acquaintance with Tyche was a coincidence.

It can also be said that the goddess of time and the goddess of fate are inherently inseparable.

Misriel is very clear about her relationships and has no intention of changing them.

Her sudden appearance was often met with astonishment and vigilance, and only Selune and Tyche would smile happily.

——However, Emiya and her group were actually relaxed and happy at the first moment.

They will have a very close relationship with me in the future.

Although Emiya and his group tried their best to hide their reaction, Misriel still saw it.

After mentally raising the credibility of Emiya and her group a notch higher, the Magic Goddess revealed her true colors: "Did Tyr take that Igilok away?"

"No." Emilia was very familiar with Misriel's expression at the moment.

In short, the addiction came.

At this moment, unless the world is really falling apart, everything else has to take precedence over studying magic.

"Lord Tyr is very serious," Emya replied. "Lord Odin didn't respond, so he asked us to take Igilok back to Valhalla first."

Of course, this was also the result of Emiya's group's insistence. He had long guessed that a creature of Igilok's level would definitely interest Misriel.

——As Yin's bedmate, his judgment is extremely accurate.

After confirming the news, Misriel let out a heartfelt cheer and rushed towards the stone statue that Emilia had just moved out.

"...Petrification. Very good. Against a creature with such remarkable regenerative abilities, this is indeed the right method." She floated in mid-air, tiny wisps of flame emanating from her surroundings. "Law: Petrification? This power is quite astonishing... Huh? This application of the concept is astonishing. Can the power of the Word of Creation be harnessed in this way?"

Mistral immediately frowned, observed Emya and her group, and then floated in front of Sig: "You use the Word of Creation to cast the Law Spell, who did you learn this from?"

Sig's face froze.

I studied with you - to be more precise, we studied together - is it okay to tell this?

Generally speaking, the application of the Holy Words of Creation is relatively rigid. Among these two women, one is extremely precise in her study of sounds, while the other's research on the Holy Words of Creation is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So, although Sig is a bard now, he has actually been tortured by Yin, and what he is most proficient in now is actually a series of law spells.

But it seems like there’s no way to say this out loud!

However, what the bard is best at is saying things that cannot be said.

She rolled her eyes and said, "All the magic in the world must pass through you. Naturally, I learned it from you."

"Huh?!" Misriel was not good at intrigues with others - what was even more infuriating was that she secretly investigated and found that what the little dragon said was actually the truth!

The line between truth and lies in this world is too blurred!

But after all, this was just a minor incident. Misriel did not argue with her any further, but waved Aimiya and her group back out of the hall.

Emiya and his group had all witnessed the power of Igilock's invasion, and at this moment they all obediently made room for Metatron and Mistral.

Even the mind-thief's main brain was powerless, and Igilock's record was brilliant.

Metatron took a step forward, making sure he was standing between Igilok and Emiya's group, and then said, "My Lord, I am ready."

Maybe some trivial matters will be handed over to her, but when it comes to casting spells and studying ghosts, Misriel will not let anyone else do it.

Misri pondered for a moment, then lightly snapped his fingers. Wisps of silver fire formed a transparent wall around the palace, enveloping it. Then, Igirock's flesh and blood, or rather, his brain, which had been reduced to rock, began to revive.

The gray color of the rock faded, and Igilok's body returned to normal size.

It's as if the stagnant time has started flowing again.

The huge brain trembled slightly. The tentacles that were originally used to support the body had long been broken due to transportation. The huge brain almost covered Misriel and Metatron.

——And halfway through, the main brain's body suddenly deflated.

Misriel smiled and said, "It's really interesting."

At the same time, a violent ice explosion erupted around, and the luxurious palace was suddenly covered with a thin layer of frost.

Then, Metatron groaned and closed his eyes.

Emiya felt her vision go dark, her heart nearly stopped, and she subconsciously called out, "——Teacher!"

However, at the same moment he blurted out his words, Igirock let out a shrill scream, and the deep blue shadow was forcibly squeezed out of his mind by Metatron.

At this time, Misriel glanced at Emiya with a half-smile, tilted his head and said, "Meta, you are underestimated."

At this moment, Emilia just wanted to slap herself.

——But there is no way.

He had only been in this world for a few years, and for several of those years, he had been with Metatron literally day and night.

Even children in the ignorant period may not have such close contact with their parents - he has confidence in Metatron, but Igilok's power of occupation is really unfathomable.

He couldn't let go of his worries until he saw it with his own eyes.

Igilock's attack failed, and it seemed that he had lost some more energy. So, he had to change his target.

This time, he chose Mystrel.

Looking at the phantom rushing towards the Lord of the Demonic Net, Emiya and his group fell into silence.

If it's still a little unknown whether Igilok can mentally overwhelm the Seraph Servant...

The reason he attacked Mistral was simply because he was tired of living.

Misriel didn't even pay attention to him at first, but waved her hand to teleport the huge main brain corpse away, and then lightly touched her forehead, and Igilock, who had just entered her body, was dragged out by strands of silver fire.

With a crisp sound, Igilock was sealed in a silver cube by silver fire.

At this moment, she tossed the Igiroc cube in her hand, removed the wall covered with silver fire, and asked meaningfully, "Mr. Emia of Lunya? What did you call Meta just now? Teacher?"

"..." Emilia was silent for a moment, then said stubbornly, "I can't say."

"Ha, no need to guess!" Mistrel floated in front of and behind him, "Let me see... I should have noticed it earlier. You are a human wizard, with a hard bow on your back and a sword at your waist as a staff. Such a weird shape can't be found among elves. Using both sword and bow..."

Soon, the Magic Goddess came to a conclusion: "I understand. You were adopted by Metatron, and as for this idiot, some of your magic was given by me, which I can't teach you. Other parts are innate as an angel. So there is no way she can teach you magic, so she can only teach you the bow and sword, right?"

It cannot be said to be nonsense, but it can only be said to be completely irrelevant.

But it couldn't be said that Mistrel was just guessing. For someone like Emilia, who was naturally fond of swords and best at bows, to be inexplicably dragged into the Seraphim's Mage Tower was, even for him, too outrageous.

Misriel's erratic behavior was more a reflection of her refusal to adhere to common sense and etiquette, unwilling to compromise herself for such a matter. In reality, her thinking was extremely rigorous and sharp. Asking her to guess at such a random, low-probability event was truly difficult.

Emiya could only say vaguely: "...It's really not far off."

"Right is right, wrong is wrong. What do you mean by not far off? Which part is wrong?!"

Even if Emilia disliked the ways of the world, she knew that saying to Misriel: We will get married in the future - this sentence would definitely cost someone's life!

Just as he was thinking quickly to try to escape, his savior finally arrived.

Light moonlight fell on Emilia, and a gentle voice rang out from the sky: "Misriel, I knew you would hide here secretly."

Emiya and her group were stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around respectfully: "...Ms. Luna, greetings to you!"

"Hush, keep your voice down." The person who came was naturally the moon goddess Selune.

Her appearance remained unchanged from ten thousand years later. She smiled and nodded at the greetings from Emiya and her group, but then her gaze subtly shifted to their waists.

Everyone present suddenly felt numb.

——They were fully prepared for the battle at Igilock.

Therefore, all magic items are equipped to the upper limit.

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