Symphony for the Insect Princess

"I know that... I've killed many people... done many wrong things... I'm afraid I'm not worthy of being like this... But, but, but! Even so, I still want to be your friend!"

It ended with a stormy emotional outburst, and then the scene fell into silence. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for her response.

"...Friends? You want to be friends with me? Take the initiative to make friends with me? Yeah yeah yeah? With someone like me? There are people who are even worse off than me and less socially inclined? Friends? Friends? Friends? Friends? Friends friends friends?......"

She was mumbling something.

then,

“THIS IS SOOO ...

As if she had forgotten all the previous unhappiness, she was dancing and jumping non-stop.

Everyone else looked at her with sympathy, warmth, disbelief, and as if she were a fool.

Well……

Oh my goodness.

She is easier to fool than I thought.

Chapter 114: Star Sage

The sun rises slowly, and the long night finally ends, but the city illuminated by the early sun will never go back to the way it was before.

Days of rioting have left the entire city in ruins, with most buildings in a semi-destroyed state and many places completely destroyed as if a tornado had passed through.

Amidst the rubble lay a vast mass of bones, many of them beasts, but most of them human. All the skeletons were properly clothed in clothing or armor, with a variety of weapons scattered about. Their final, frozen positions revealed the agony they endured in life.

Too miserable.

Too weird.

Even the investigators, who were wearing protective suits carefully woven with a large amount of magic power, were frightened.

Even after using the most advanced tracking magic, no clues were found. Even using scene reconstruction magic (using the traces of magic left in the air to restore the impact of a period of time ago) the scene could not be restored. Magic and potions for detecting poisons were also used, but no harmful substances were extracted, indicating that these hundreds of thousands of people did not die from special poisons.

Isn't it relying on conventional means...?

"Captain, this..."

"Well, it can only be a forbidden spell, and it's not recorded."

Captain Danger, wrapped tightly in his protective suit, sighed deeply. Within the Tower of Babel, his team was responsible for investigating various disasters. He had long known about the discovery of the great treasure in Kasol City, and Babel had immediately dispatched an investigation team, but no sages participated in the scramble. This was understandable, as the interests of sages were complex and complex, and even a single move could affect the entire system. Therefore, the strongest individuals sent to Kasol by the three major factions were merely great mages or great war spirits.

In the end, either it would end in vain, or one of the three investigation teams from the three major forces would be lucky enough to obtain the great treasure - everyone thought this would be the result.

But now...it's completely out of control.

An unknown individual cast a forbidden spell, transforming Kasolu into a ghost town overnight. The hundreds of thousands of people still in the city were reduced to mere bones. As for where the great secret treasure went? God knows! Perhaps an unknown powerful being—perhaps a demon king, judging by their mastery of the forbidden spell—obtained the great secret treasure and used it to annihilate the city and obliterate all traces of it. Or perhaps this was all a trap from the start...

At this point, it is impossible to find out the truth.

"Damn it, there's not even a magic mark..."

Extremely powerful magic or magical artifacts will leave unique traces of magic in the surrounding environment - magic marks. If the magic marks can be extracted, it is possible to determine who cast the forbidden spell or detect the authenticity of the magic artifact by comparing the magic marks with the magic fluctuations of the person.

But the magic mark is not permanent. Magical artifacts are another matter, and the forbidden spell cannot last forever. After the forbidden spell is cast, the magic mark will naturally dissipate not long after. Therefore, when they finally arrived after traveling thousands of miles using the large teleportation array of the Tower of Babel... there was nothing they could extract.

"Captain, the first team is back."

"Has the body of old woman Gloria been found?"

"Not yet. There are simply too many skeletons, and we lack the evidence to identify them, so the workload is enormous."

"Even though we didn't find the body, but...tsk, she's most likely dead. Seriously, where are the people from the Pantheon and the Knights? Have they found anything?"

"Nothing of value has been found either. However, the Great Battle Spirit Sako and the Great Battle Spirit Saint Anthony seem to be... basically confirmed dead, but their bodies haven't been found either."

"A complete annihilation... Then, where are the samples of the great secret treasure magic marks on them?"

That's the point.

The magic mark sample of the ownerless secret treasure is much more important than those dead people.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find it either..."

"..."

"Captain, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Just report the truth! If we search for a few more days and still find nothing, we'll have to go home. And the most nervous people right now should be the upper echelons, right? Speaking of which—"

The lives of those members of the investigation team are indeed not as valuable as the magic mark samples of the great secret treasure.

But there was one exception.

"Where's Stella Gondel? Have you found anything at the Pantheon?"

"No, they look like they're going crazy."

The deputy said this, with a bit of gloating look on his face, and Danger clicked his tongue and flicked his head.

"Don't laugh at me. If this woman dies, that lord will not only hold the Pantheon accountable, but we might as well—"

--boom!!!!!!!

A low roar suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

Everyone was shocked.

It was getting dark.

Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time.

Even though it was morning and the sun hadn't risen yet, the sky was gloomy. It wasn't that the sky was covered by dark clouds, but... it had turned into a night sky.

The blue-black night sky.

You can even see a few stars.

At the same time, there also appeared an extremely terrifying magical fluctuation, which was vast and endless, and full of oppression. Even Danger, who was only one step away from being a great magician, felt it was difficult to breathe.

"Hello... hello... no?"

Let day and night be reversed, and let the daytime sky turn into a starry sky.

There is only one person in the entire Maya who can do such an exaggerated thing.

The stars in the sky became more and more dazzling. The next moment, a bright silver starlight fell from the sky and shone on the ground. In the light curtain, a human figure was slowly emerging.

When this person appeared, the pressure covering the heaven and earth reached its peak.

Danger stared at the newcomer in amazement. He had just talked about him a few seconds ago, but he didn't expect him to show up so soon.

"Are you from the Tower of Babel?"

"Uh...ah! Yes!"

After coming to his senses, Danger immediately knelt on one knee to salute, and the team members around him also knelt down in unison, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The dazzling starlight finally faded, and the visitor revealed his true appearance.

He is a lean old man.

Not tall, not strong.

He wasn't wearing any decent clothes, just a large piece of black cloth with white stripes wrapped around his body. The gaps and hem of the cloth revealed his limbs that looked like dead branches.

His hair was almost gone, but his silver-white beard was very thick. His pupils were also silver-white, with a strange light flowing in them.

This person is one of the pinnacles of Maya.

"I didn't expect you to come so suddenly, Lord Gondar..."

"Where are the people from the Pantheon?"

In response to Danger's courtesy, the old man only responded with cold words.

His already wrinkled face was distorted by excessive anger, looking terrifying.

"They... went ahead to investigate the core of the underground water system."

"Humph."

The old man's eyes became sharper, and starlight burst out from his body. When the light disappeared, he had disappeared without a trace.

As the pressure faded away, Danger breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell to the ground.

"Captain, that is..."

"Yeah, tsk tsk tsk, those guys from the Pantheon are in for it."

Riversta Gondel.

He is known as the "Sage of the Stars".

The most powerful astrological magician in the world.

Not affiliated with the Tower of Babel, the Pantheon, the Knights' Territory, or the Alchemist's Guild.

He is the leader of the hermits and has lived in seclusion in Maya's holy place - the Starry Sky Ruins for many years, leading a secluded life away from the world.

And sixteen years ago, after the gate to the border battlefield was opened in the Starry Sky Ruins, the ancient holy land was never peaceful again.

Riversta also had to shoulder the heavy responsibility and work day and night as the manager of the door.

Over a long period of time, a lot of pressure must have accumulated.

So when the old man sensed the death of his only surviving blood relative, his granddaughter Stella Gondel, he became completely furious again after decades.

Chapter 115 The Sage's Suspicion

Underground water system, central area——

"Gondar...Master..."

The young priest was so nervous that he almost fainted, and the other gods were also trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.

The underground cave, which had already collapsed for the most part, had become a claustrophobic space. Here, Riversta's pressure seemed to be magnified hundreds of times, and one would faint if they relaxed even a little.

Riversta completely ignored the people of the Pantheon. He had nothing to say about these trash.

He had no brothers or sisters, and his son and daughter-in-law died for various reasons twenty years ago. Stella was his only remaining relative and his most precious treasure. If it weren't for her strong demand for independence, he would even want to keep her in the Starry Sky Ruins forever and take good care of her.

As a hermit, meddling in the affairs of other organizations inevitably had negative consequences, but for his granddaughter's sake, he was willing to make an exception. After informing the two most powerful members of the Pantheon and then secretly exerting pressure on other high-ranking officials, he quietly assigned Stella to the "God's Advance Team," or the Special Incident Investigation Team. Records showed this unit had the lowest casualty rate over the years, offering safety while also providing the restless Stella with an opportunity to showcase her skills. It was an ideal position.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

When Stella was very young, he cast a magical mark on her. He would sense whenever Stella's life was in danger. With this thing, he knew very well in his heart that Stella was dead, completely dead.

It is a tragedy for a young person to die when the elderly die. What if it happens twice?

One thing is certain.

This was homicide, not suicide.

A particle of light rose from the center of the altar, floated into his hand, and transformed into a small magic seal, which was exactly the one he had cast on Stella. The seal also had another function: "record." Since the seal was still there, he could easily call up the record.

"…………hateful!"

Failed.

The engraving was damaged, the exterior was still intact, but the interior was a mess, and the recording function was completely destroyed.

The murderer was very skilled, as he was able to interfere with the seal created by a sage to such an extent.

When they reached the central altar, Riversta waved his hand lightly, and immediately countless starlights filled the place, with light points dancing continuously, but no major response was transmitted back.

He shook his head, and the starlight disappeared.

Nothing detected.

Besides, "detection" is not his area of ​​expertise as he majored in astrology magic.

"He can use forbidden spells, tamper with my magical seals, and is so decisive as to directly wipe out hundreds of thousands of people. Such a person..."

Without a doubt, he can be called the "Demon King", right?

From now on, he must be considered as a strong man of the same level as himself. He must not be underestimated, and not let go of any clues...?

His attention had been focused on the center of the altar before, and only now did he realize that surrounding the altar were six broken cylindrical transparent containers, like some kind of incubators.

Incubation chamber?

As soon as he saw this thing, some bad memories of Riversta were brought back. He shook his head and walked to one of the incubators -

"—!!"