Whispering Poems

Chapter 3808 The Light of the Thirteenth Order

The moonlight shone on them, and the waves crashing against the dock seemed to celebrate this moment. When the pink light faded, the dagger vanished with it. Sevi looked down at her hand, then up at Shad, but avoided his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for what I said and what I did."

Seeing that she even stuttered a little when she spoke, Shad knew that Sylvie had fully recovered. However, probably because the curse had just been lifted, the four elements in her body were quite chaotic at the moment, and even though Sylvie had regained her true memories, they were still stuck in this real yet illusory space-time.

"It's okay, it's all okay, you don't need to apologize to me."

Shad looked into her eyes and said quite seriously:

“Some things are better said than kept inside. Besides, what you said makes a lot of sense; I did do some things wrong.”

As he spoke, he sensed that Sylvie's body temperature seemed to be rising, and upon closer inspection, he even noticed an abnormal flush on her skin.

"What's going on here?"

He reached out to touch Sylvie's forehead, but the Great Witch of Light was quite alarmed and slapped Shad's hand away, then staggered while clutching her forehead.

Like a ring sorcerer about to lose control, the growth of her soul power and the complete chaos of the four elements caused her consciousness to become unclear.

Worse still, Shad could sense a distinct power of "desire" emanating from her, something he hadn't felt before:

"After the curse was lifted, the power of desire appeared in her in its most primal form, right?"

He reached out to unleash Moonfire to purify the power, but amidst the rustling sounds, his entire right hand was enveloped in pink crystals and rendered immobile.

But the effects of "Cupid's Thorn" had worn off, and Sylvie shouldn't be wielding this pink crystal spell at this moment. He looked at the witch before him in surprise, and Sylvie, who had been covering her head with her right hand, happened to look up at him at that moment:

"Shad~ I feel a little hot."

The tone of his voice almost made Shad shudder. He unleashed a "Thunder Wave" with his right hand, shattering the crystal. He reached out to touch Sylvie, and as he felt an astonishing heat, the space around him shifted instantly. Then Shad felt his body and head touch the soft bed.

"Huh? How does Sevier know spatial powers?"

He struggled to sit up in the bed in the manor's master bedroom, but two hands pressed down on his shoulders from above, forcing him to lie back down.

Sylvie Aurora looked down at Shad, her long brown hair falling down as she looked down.

This bedroom was the witch's bedchamber in the manor, with the softest mattress on the plush bed. Moonlight streamed into the room from the window on either side of them, illuminating Sylvie's face with a rather alluring blush.

"Sevi, you need to control yourself. I'll help you get rid of this power."

As Shad spoke, he tried to release Moonfire again, but his hand was once again held in place by the crystal.

"I've figured it out!"

The Great Witch of Light said, her eyes fixed on the pinned-down Shad:

"Since this is a game, the way to win and leave here should be to get everything back on track and stop dwelling on those strange things."

"Wait, what game? Is it really 'What If'?"

"My memories have returned to normal, and the curse has been lifted by you. So there's only one last thing left, yes, the last thing that can restore me to normal."

"Wait a minute, Sylvie, I still don't understand. Could you explain what's going on? Aren't we fighting our final battle?"

"Yes, you're right, it is fate. Shad, you've been saying you're waiting for the right time, isn't now the right time?"

She suppressed the heat in her chest and a touch of shyness, but having already shared so many intimate moments with Xia De, her shyness now stemmed more from the fact that she had taken the initiative this time.

"To end all this, and to let me know your feelings, Shad, you're unwilling, aren't you?"

"No, of course, but..."

As Sylvie bent down and her face drew closer, and seeing the determined yet shy expression on her face, Shad reached out and touched her breast.

Then the witch made a very interesting sound, which made her face turn even redder.

Her white dress was dyed pink by her own magic, then dissipated into a cloud of crystalline powder and disappeared from her body. With a gentle touch, Sylvie's clothes received the same treatment.

It seems that she herself has mastered the crystallization spell.

Her golden eyes shone brightly, gleaming strangely in the moonlight. At this moment, she could no longer tell whether she was hotter or Shad's hands were hotter.

She gently bit her lip and leaned down to kiss Shad. As her hair brushed against Shad's cheek, she touched her nose to his and whispered her request:
"Shad, could you repeat what you just said?"

Although he had just said a lot, Shad knew what she wanted to hear:
“Sevi, in my eyes, you are no different from Galina and Vanessa.”

The witch smiled with satisfaction. She sat up straight, then leaned back a few times, her face flushing even more, and made a move to get up.

"One more thing."

"Sevi, I love you."

Her bewildered heart felt the most fervent emotions. Looking down at Xia De, illuminated by the moonlight through the window, her face revealed barely suppressed pride and a smile:

"It's nothing. Galina and the others are keeping this a secret from us, but I don't think it makes any sense. It's very ordinary. I really don't know why they take it so seriously."

As if afraid that Xia De would misunderstand, she blushed and explained herself:
"I insist on doing this only because I feel you don't care about me much, not because of the thing itself."

Miss Aurora's riding skills were clearly not as proficient as those of a certain duchess. After Sylvie accidentally fell from her horse, Shad, determined to show that his feelings for her were truly the same as his feelings for the other witches, unleashed his true abilities.

Although this world is an illusion, the moonlight remains as gentle as in reality. Whatever happened in the past, at least in this era of outsiders, everything has changed.

The sheets hanging over the edge of the bed trembled in the moonlight, and the most intimate contact opened a new door for the Great Witch of Light. All those burning emotions and all her long-held thoughts had borne fruit in this moment. Because of Mr. Snake, because of desire, because of "what if," she finally got everything she wanted.

The raging spirits and elements were reorganized with each movement, much like the rhythmic motion of a piston in the most precise machinery transmitting kinetic energy. Everything false in this world was transformed into the witch's new power.

The fates of the past and the present intersect at this moment, and the red "love" destiny condenses in her hand, but the ring falls to the floor with a clatter as Shad flips her over.

At this moment, the question of whether or not a passive, fate-related magical technique would be triggered also became apparent—

[Stranger, your destiny is trembling; the wondrous spell, "The Witch's Pleasure," is being activated.]

She wanted to remind him of this, but because of an agreement, she didn't say it at the moment.

The moonlight was gentle, illuminating both him and her. The path from the twelfth to the thirteenth step was opened, and then, amidst her surging emotions, Sylvie Aurora walked directly to the end of this path.

The rings of fate transformed into thirteen rings, and the staircase gained a thirteenth step. Tonight, the Great Witch of Light received a new radiance, neither the sun nor the moon, but a seven-colored light born from the collision of souls and the fusion of hearts within her own soul.

She had been searching for light for a long time, and only now, looking back at herself, did she realize that she herself possessed light.

(Little Leona running)

The clock in the City of Time had already rung at the crack of Saturday morning, but the people atop Mount Fatumunst had no interest in paying attention to the exact time.

Of the people who were originally gathered at the top of the mountain, only one-third remain. The other two-thirds of the ring mages have split into three directions to go to the rescue of the candidates who are heading to the top of the mountain, but they have encountered a large number of enemy candidates before they reach the summit.

Those who remained on the summit, led by Iluna, faced the greatest pressure. A constant stream of snakes, pseudo-ringed beasts, snake-like plague infected, and other indescribable creatures climbed up from the four edges of the summit and then engaged the people on the summit in direct combat.

The ability to isolate space or erect barriers is completely useless against these things, because to the east of the summit, a faint path hidden in the night has already appeared.

That was the entrance to the path of redemption leading to the ruins of destiny atop the mountain, but now yellow sand is being blown by the wind from that entrance to the summit, and the power of the apocalypse is severely affecting the temporal and spatial stability of this area.

Not only the church, witches, academies, associations, and clowns, but even cultists from the [Cult of Doom] and the [Order of Unity] were engaged in battle near the summit. Looking down from a higher vantage point, three lower combat zones extended from the summit platform.

The witches were mainly tasked with supporting Stella in the south, while Mr. Zarathustra and the "priest" who was still recovering from poisoning were in the northeast, and Mr. Mortis and Katrin Schwartz were in the southeast.

The continuous bombardment of magical spells, along with shouts and roars, almost tore the night sky on the mountaintop apart. Even though the thirteen seals below had been destroyed and they were facing an ever-growing tide of increasingly powerful monsters and beasts, the support troops still braved the blizzard below to join the candidates and do their utmost to help them reach the summit.

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