"...Pfft." Sig's eyes rolled, and he guessed the whole story. He laughed out loud. "What do you mean by accusation? They originally planned to kill us directly, but their skills were too low, so Emiya killed three of them in return. The last one just bit randomly to save his life."

Sig's sarcasm naturally drew a glare from Filleracell, and Sig made a face at her without any hesitation.

Their team might not be a match for the Seraphic Servant yet, but they were no longer someone that Fillorisel could casually kill in public. She would not tolerate such an injustice.

Emiya shook her head. "If the gods of Arvandor are considering whether to fulfill their promise, then we are willing to go. If they intend to resort to lynching, then we respectfully decline."

"...Tsk." Fillerisel could only curl his lips and lower his head to think about the next countermeasures.

The voice of Mystril, the goddess of the magic web, broke the brief stalemate.

However, when Emiya heard her voice, she did not feel happy at all, but felt dizzy.

Because, what this guy said was: "-Aha, my dear voters are finally willing to come out of the land of comfort!"

She really knows everything and is the culprit!

He had never felt the dislocation of time so clearly - and he almost vomited blood.

The Demonic Net Goddess did not descend in the form of a young girl at this moment. Instead, a crystal silver octahedron emerged from the earth, separating Emiya and her group from Lashriel.

This is also one of the true forms of the God of the Demonic Web - after all, she was not born a female. Even if she did gradually become a female later, she still left behind a lot of traces of the past.

There was absolutely no trace of life in this way, as if it were the strange form of a strange object, which was her original appearance.

Mystril floated in front of Emya, then said to the twin Seraphim, "Alright, Filleracel, I'll take them to the hall. You don't have to work any more. Lashriel, thank you for protecting my chosen ones. Before I leave Arvandor, I will find Corellon to express my gratitude."

The twin Seraphs replied together, "My pleasure."

Then, Lashriel glared at his sister and disappeared from the spot with her, who was still a little unwilling.

"..."

In theory, Emiya should be grateful at this moment - but he also has a temper.

He said coldly, "My Lord, what I'm most curious about now is the chaos in Asgard... What role do you play in that chaos?"

"Oh, you actually asked that." Misriel was extremely frustrated. "I thought you would ask what happened."

She made a bet with Tyche, who believed that Emiya and her companions would only care about the incident itself, not how the instigator had bypassed the Silver Fire's protection. However, Mystril believed that nothing was more important than bypassing the barrier provided by the Silver Fire, and that Emiya and her companions would definitely ask for details first.

Now it seems that when it comes to human relations and worldly affairs, the level of the Goddess of the Magic Net can only be described as tragic.

Emiya was so angry that her head hurt. "You did something so... outrageous, and you still expect us to study magic? What the hell are you thinking?"

"That's totally illogical!" After being rebuked, Mistral suddenly transformed from a geometric shape back into the silver-haired girl. "I've verified this with Freya. Her divine power won't drive people with no emotional connection crazy! She's the goddess of love, not lust! If you can't help yourself, think about your own problems!"

"——!" Emiya was so angry that she was fuming. Finally, she was completely furious. "Do as you like! I won't have any more illusions about you. Are you satisfied?"

"That's how it should be! Look at your two teammates, they're trying hard to hold back their smiles, but they're actually laughing their hearts off!"

Finwë and Elastrid, who had already turned their heads away, blushed crimson when their secrets were exposed. "—We didn't!"

On the other hand, Xige also looked hopeless and accepted the reality: "...Let it be, let it be."

It is obvious that the direct executor of that scene was Freya, the Nordic goddess of love, and although Misriel was not the main accomplice, she also watched everything happen.

Although she and Gin have the best relationship in the team, at this stage she can only accept this result - Gin was just so crazy in his early years.

Emiya covered her face and took a deep breath, then put on a cold, businesslike expression. "So what's going on now? The other gods of Avandor don't want to fulfill their promise?"

"This should have happened a long time ago. Why should our pure working relationship be tainted with frivolous romantic feelings?" Mystril waved in front of them. "To be more precise, they're still arguing—Corellon is still the same character. Although he's reasonable, he's never resolute or forceful. He'll try to fulfill his promises, but he'll continue to try to convince his son and daughter, and won't push forward under pressure."

Misriel patted Emiya's shoulder and said, "So, if you want to get this reward, you have to work harder."

"Me?" Emiya almost laughed out of anger. "Isn't this the bet between you and Corellon? I'm only here to get the spell materials! Strictly speaking, all the tasks that can only be completed within this time have been completed. If you want, we can return anytime now."

The runes and crafting methods of the Moon Blade were completely outside of his plan.

"You can't leave," Mystril said bluntly, "because I'm not a skilled craftsman. Even if Corellon opened my mind to me, I'd still be forced to do it with divine power—that's not learning at all."

"What does this have to do with me?" Emilia said without giving any face.

Although he considered himself to be fond of swords, he was not yet at the point where he had to learn how to make a magical weapon once he saw one.

Not to mention, forcibly learning the Moon Blade might lead to hostility with the elves, turning friendship into a lifelong feud - then he would have even less motivation.

"That won't do." Misriel snorted. "Since it's the ability to make weapons, then you must learn it! Do you see anyone else here who is a craftsman besides you?!"

"You must try to seize the opportunity to learn the craft. Even I don't know how to do it! Since we have already received the reward, why should we give it up just because those Seldarine make a fuss?"

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"My attitude remains unchanged. Since I've already lost the bet, I will definitely pass it on." Corellon's face was serious. "I won't change my words, because my compromise will only become the motivation for you to do evil. If you don't accept it, then learn to accept it!"

At this point, a hint of anger appeared on Corellon's face. "Also, you'd better not speak for Rainbow... Cheating in a competition is simply ridiculous!"

As the temple gates roared with a deafening roar, the Seldarine looked at each other in confusion.

Corellon's attitude was rarely so strong—as the theoretical leader of the Seldarine, he had always been extremely tolerant of the growth of the pantheon. Because of this, the gods, though descended from the same origin, were so different from one another that it was quite rare for them to gather together like today.

Now, the one who is most opposed to teaching the Moon Blade to outsiders is the sea elf god Deep Sea Sashela.

At present, the most prosperous branches of the elves are the high elves including the sun elves and moon elves, the dark elves once led by Aroshi, and the sea elves of Deep Sea Sashelas.

Queen Angris is the main deity of the Moon Elves, but she personally participated in the entire process of the gambling game, so even if she didn't want to see the result, she didn't express any opinion.

The God of the Sun Elves should have been one of the main opponents... but the bad news is that the God of the Sun Elves is Corellon Larethian himself.

Therefore, the task of leading the opposition fell on Deep Sea Sashela.

Deep Sea Sashela's blue-green eyes were also in distress at this moment: this kind of occasion was really rare.

To put it nicely, His Majesty Corellon's character is kind.

To put it bluntly, he is as weak as dough - if you are tougher, he will most likely give in.

To kill him and ascend to the throne, the previous God Queen, Aroshi, not only brought rival gods into Arvandor but also set countless traps. Those who attempted to rescue Corellon were also harmed by the confusing circumstances and nearly became suspects of patricide—and so, in the end, Aroshi was only cast into the abyss.

This period of time was truly bizarre—Corellon had absolutely no intention of compromising: he was willing to accept defeat and pass on the Moon Blade technology.

Any discount, any equivalent compensation, is unacceptable.

These gods tried all kinds of tricks, but they were completely unable to shake the God King's mind.

"...Is there any result regarding the Rainbow incident?" asked Shen Hai.

Vandria Gilmaderi, Arvandor's goddess of war, strategy, sorrow, and law, replied, "Unfortunately, while her words are convincing, they are actually full of loopholes. She is from the Vasan family—the four of them are simply resentful and secretly seeking revenge. They have even concealed this matter from our Lord, hoping to avoid punishment through his favor. Now, they have been killed by their own murdered targets, entirely because they are not well-trained and have high aspirations."

She paused and said, "I confirmed that before they died, they were using Ascension on Emiya."

"...hiss..." As soon as this word came out, even the gods who opposed Emiya and his group obtaining the Moon Blade technology couldn't help but gasp.

"It's better not to discuss this matter for now, or there will be no way to persuade His Majesty." Deep Sea sighed, "But the problem remains... How can we reasonably prevent a group of outsiders from taking one of the Seldarine's most important secrets?"

At this moment, Femaro Mosdrin, a wanderer among the gods, who rarely returned to Arvandor, suddenly spoke up. "Of course, we should first look after Mythreon Serret. What if, after all your schemes, you finally persuade His Majesty Corellon to change his mind, and the goddess of the magic web and our god of the mythal hit it off and kidnap him? And my lord agrees out of respect—then we might as well hand over the Moon Blade."

His words naturally made the gods glare at him angrily.

The only secrets more important than the Moon Blade are the Mystery Lock and other high-level magics - and the Mystery Lock is even more important than high-level magic!

To put it simply, the maze lock is the most advanced barrier. The power of this barrier has almost no upper limit, and its duration is almost infinite. If this power is really leaked, or if Mythrin Serret just runs away, the impact will be millions of times greater than the leakage of items with mostly symbolic meanings such as the Moon Blade!

Even though Femaro Mostelin and the gods of Avandor have always been close yet distant, these words are really too harsh to hear!

Femaro Mosderin calmly met his brothers and sisters' glares and said, "If you ask me, since my Lord is being firm, there's no room for negotiation. He is, after all, the God-King. If you truly disagree, then the only option left is the one proposed by Rainbow."

"Continue to accuse Emiya of cheating," the Wandering God said, "and demand that he prove it on the spot."

Deep Sea Sashela looked over with suspicion: "If this suggestion came from someone else..."

He'll think about it.

But coming from the mouth of Femaro Mostelin, a wanderer from Avandor, it made him hesitate.

"Then you can do the opposite," Femaro Mosdlin said indifferently. "Hand over the Moon Blade now, befriend the three goddesses, and make our friendship unbreakable. After all, this matter doesn't harm us in the first place, it's just that you can't let go of your pride. Perhaps after handing over the crafting skills, your sea elves will have the opportunity to touch the Moon Blade."

"..." Shen Hai glared at him fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "...Okay, then we will question Emiya for cheating!"

"...Heh." Hearing this, Femaro Mosderin shook his head and lowered his eyebrows.

The Mystery of the Fifty-Sixth Moon (Part 3) Crescent Moon Sacred Forest

Emilia and her group had just arrived at the palace where the three goddesses were. Before they had time to admire the former residence of the three elven goddesses, now the elven queen, they were welcomed in by Selene, the moon goddess herself.

Then, in front of everyone's stunned expressions, Selune ruthlessly pushed the Demon Net Goddess directly into her room, even locked the door, and kicked her out of the conversation.

"What's with that look on your face?" Selûne said, puzzled. "I need to quickly run through the key points of our upcoming negotiations with the Seldarine. Are you sure you want her advice?"

The four of them shook their heads in unison.

Even the later generations of Yin were not very good at the ways of the world, and the current Mistral was even more of a heavyweight.

As long as they were of sound mind, they would not need Mystril to guide them.

"The next time we argue... I mean the discussion will begin soon," Selune said. "And then there's some good news—I don't need to explain much, so you should be able to digest it quickly."

"The bad news is, the reason we haven't been able to explain much is because we have basically no allies—"

In fact, the three goddesses had a good relationship with the Seldarine pantheon, but this friendship was obviously not enough to make them turn against them at this point in time.

The symbolic significance of the Moon Blade was truly immense. If my former good friends could, like Angris, not oppose or support me, that would be the greatest help.

"So, the only two allies you can find are Mythrin Serret, the God of Mythic Chains, and Femaro Mosdrin, the God of Wandering. I say allies in the broad sense because it's impossible for them to openly stand on your side."

In other words, a traitor within the enemy!

"Can we hear their reasons?"

"In short, the God of the Mythril is somewhat similar to him. He doesn't like to hoard his own knowledge, so he even uses his divine power to promote mythals. There are so many powerful mythals in Faerun today, partly because of the inherent power of mythals, a form of high magic, and partly because a God of the Mythril personally expends his power to assist them. Because of this philosophy, he may be the only one who supports you in winning the Moon Blade - of course, if you dare to change your target from the Moon Blade to a mythal or even higher magic, he will join the opposition."

"Didn't he say he supports promotion?"

"He's just supporting promotion and doesn't mind giving away the finished product! You want the core technology, which only Mystril would agree to release!" Selûne said angrily. "The Moon Blade is none of my business, but High Magic is another matter entirely. I warn you, no matter how Mystril tries to persuade you, don't even think about it. High Magic is the most core secret of the Seldarine pantheon and will never agree to hand it over. A bet is not enough."

After quickly keeping this point in mind, Sig looked curiously at the palace they were in.

This was the former residence of Sehanne Moonbow, naturally magnificent, luxurious and exquisite.

She couldn't help but ask, "...Afanduo doesn't look poor, so how could there be a wandering god?"

Hearing this question, a strange yet familiar smile appeared on Selune's face.

Emiya remembered it—that was Sig's smile when he started gossiping about others.

Selune smiled. "Then I must begin with a short story. There was a man from a wealthy family. He and his brother held high positions within the family. He had a beautiful and beloved childhood sweetheart, and he lived daily surrounded by his lover's sweet words, as sweet as honey. Their love was known to everyone. But he soon discovered that his beloved was far more complicated than he had imagined.

"And this suspicion reached its peak when he discovered that his father had finally gotten married."

Sig swallowed, as if he saw a big melon about to appear: "...Could it be...?"

"Aha, that's what you think." The Moon Goddess couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this scene: "His childhood sweetheart became his biological father's first wife."

"......?" Although Fenwe was half-elf, she had spent most of her life as a druid and was not very familiar with this kind of elven legend. She couldn't help but ask, "His father didn't even get married, and he already had a bunch of children?"

As soon as this topic came up, Xige was no longer sleepy. She looked gloating, but still carefully confirmed: "Is what we said not going to reach the ears of the real person?"

As if Selune knew what she was going to say, she smiled so hard that she had to cover her red lips lightly: "...Don't worry. It won't get out!"

"Then I'll tell you!" Sig forced a serious expression, his face chock-full of laughter. "According to our bards' internal research, all of this father's offspring were born from blood, so he's actually the mother. And the one who made him bleed is the father! The reason this old father married so late is because he was the wife before! After years of being a daughter-in-law, she finally became the husband after countless domestic violence incidents, so he's the first one!"

"Although I must correct you." Moon Goddess Selune covered her mouth with increasing force. "According to the records, the husband was the one being abused—after all, that snarly-faced Mr. Husband never won a single fight."

No matter how you look at it, this joke is definitely going to be vulgar. Fenwei blushed: "...How dare you say such a thing in front of Afando!"

Selune coughed lightly. "Let's continue. This alone isn't enough to isolate him like this—his childhood sweetheart is no ordinary person. While he was indeed her first love, this ambitious girl has had countless lovers in Arvandor, like leaves in the forest. He's not the only one she's deceived."

"The bad news is that this femme fatale wasn't our protagonist's first love. His first love was a fickle woman who had romantic history with every member of his family. However, our protagonist was the only one who clearly expressed his disgust at his ex-lover's infidelity."

Elastrid and Fenwë touched their throats guiltily.

Emiya didn't think about himself, as he hadn't studied the history of the elven pantheon that deeply. "--He angered all his rivals?"

"That's not all." Selune shrugged. "His second love became his father's first wife. The bad news is, his first love became his father's second wife.

"Fimaro Mosdrin, the protagonist of our story, the wandering god of Arvandor—his second lover was Arosh, his father was Corellon, his first love was Hanali Seranil, and later one-third of the second elven queen Angrith."

"Now I guess you understand why he's so distant in Arvandor, and why he's half your ally."

The corner of Emya's eye twitched, and she grumbled, "I'm just curious why he's still among the Seldarine."

But it was just a joke. The Seldarine were both a pantheon and a family. He was a true son of Corellon, and there was no reason for him to leave unless he rebelled.

Not to mention, this wandering god is also one of the most determined gods in fighting against the drow. Moreover, he is also the god of wild elves and has a high status among the Seldarine.

"By the way," Sig said, suppressing a laugh, "The husband I was referring to was Corellon's mortal enemy, the orc god Gruumsh, who made Corellon give up his bloody virginity... a... god!"

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