Chapter 1292: Meeting The Matriarch

Chapter 1292: Meeting The Matriarch



The matriarch, a mysterious figure that Zephyrus, Mist, and Lara had never heard about from Faylen until now, through the entire trip, she had talked a lot about the monsters around the garden, their materials, how to prepare potions and antidotes against their poison, and more. And although it was very informative, they noticed she had been secretive about everything, either because she wanted to surprise them, or because she didn't really want to talk about it if she could help it...

"Alright children, you know how to fly, right?" Faylen asked them.

"I do!" Zephyrus nodded. "{Golden Phoenix Wings}!"

FLUOSH!

Zephy suddenly grew a pair of large, golden wings from his back in a similar fashion to Sylph's Draconification wings, they were not magical, as they were physical and real, but would quickly retract once the transformation was undone.

"Golden Phoenix Wings? Interesting...!" Hendrickson nodded. "Faylen, you've given your son a powerful Physique. Where did you even find such a secretive and incredibly rare mythical beast such as that one?"

"Well, we paid a visit to Cloudia for our vacations," Faylen said. "When we explored one of the pyramids, we found a large nest of those phoenix. He has even contracted an egg for his familiar, which is still gestating, resting inside his Soul Scape."

"A-Amazing! To Cloudia you said? Ahh, I wish I could go there too! But our duty ties us into this city, unfortunately," sighed Hendrickson.

"Wind Spirits! Can you give me some wings? Like those of a bug!" said Lara.

FLUOSH!

The Wind Spirits gathered behind Lara, fusing with her back, and materializing into a pair of beautiful green wings like those of butterflies.

"Oh, so that's how the Saintess of Spirits uses her magic, truly incredible... I had never seen the usage of worldly spirits in such a way before!" Hendrickson gasped.

"Did you see that?"

"She wielded the worldly spirits so easily!"

"Who is that girl?"

"Is she a Saintess?"

"She's with Saintess Faylen!"

A flock of Celestials gathered around, looking at Lara in surprise, and also noticed Zephy's amazing wings, which they also praised.

"But why can't you go to Cloudia?" wondered Mist. "If you really want to go..."

"I-I understand..." nodded Zephyrus. "Matriarch... Is she like your mother?"

"Yes, she is our mother, she is the one that controls the Clouds of Heaven above our city, and grants them the power necessary for our creation," Hendrickson smiled. "Without her, we

wouldn't exist."

"Huh..." Lara nodded, looking into the large tower.

The doors opened, and they were led inside.

At long last, they reached the second floor of the tower, while looking around and finding many Celestials wearing golden armor and holding weapons such as blades and spears.

At the end of the floor, which was beautifully decorated with many white stone statues of ancient saints, there was a throne of white stone, where a woman sat down.

Gracious, tall, powerful, beautiful, she was the embodiment of what a person would imagine a goddess to look like.

Yet she was nothing but a mortal at the end, a very long-lived one.

With cascading, long, blonde hair, shining as bright as gold, blue eyes like the sky, pale skin

like porcelain, and a size that surpassed three meters of height.

She wore a beautiful yet simple white dress, and her wings were the biggest, long and angelic-like, yet still clearly like those of fairies.

Her natural beauty was all there was to it, she was not wearing any fancy accessories or anything at all.

"Welcome, Faylen, I've already sensed your presence," she smiled, talking with a gentle,

motherly voice.

"Matriarch," Faylen greeted her without lowering her head. "I suppose you already guessed

why I came here too, right?"

"Yes, you want the new Saintess to go through the Trial and test the other two children as well?" she asked. "Nobody other than a Saint has ever stepped into the Trial before, you see."

"I see... So it's not possible, then? Even if I request it using my authority as the current strongest Saintess?" Faylen asked.

"Well, I never said it was impossible," laughed the matriarch. "You are allowed."