Chapter 468. The Last Bastion of the Sacred Land.

Chapter 468. The Last Bastion of the Sacred Land.

"Whoa! Go away!"

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Why has this tiny creature become so tall?"

"You used to say that the bigger they are, the easier they are to handle and to run errands."

The conversation was between a middle-aged man with a gentle expression and a petulant black-haired girl. To an observer, it seemed like a father and daughter were bickering, but upon closer listening, it was quite the opposite.

"Mother, I've brought some fruit. Please try some."

"Hmph! I'm not interested in such things."

"I won't give you the book until you eat them all."

"Hey, you little rascal! Hand it over now!"

The black-haired girl, who was losing her temper, was different from the person Davey knew. What could have changed her so drastically? It was evident that this was not her original demeanor. She was the Princess of the Abyss, the younger sister of Urd, who had obliterated the Lux continent. Verdandi probably came here planning to obliterate the Tionis continent as well. However, she had changed in a way different from what Davey knew.

"That Abyssal Princess you mentioned, she seems a bit odd from what I see," said the Divine Tree.

From his perch on a thick branch, Davey quietly responded, "That's why I'm observing. It's hard to tell right now. Anything related to the Abyss is incredibly dangerous."

He might not outright lose to Verdandi now, but her mere existence was a huge variable. Originally, he would have killed her, but Davey changed his mind, seeing that she had no immediate hostile intentions.

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"Hahaha, even if I look like this, my body is quite sturdy, Mother."

Yet, despite her words, Verdandi was seen taking care of the former King Greid of Briouk in various ways. Davey recalled a similar figure from the past, the First Saint Daphne.

"That's a lie," the World Tree Al interrupted.

“...”

"You're feeling nostalgia watching those two, aren't you?”

“...”

“Perhaps, the affection of family?"

At those words, Davey waved his hand dismissively. "Enough of that."

"Hmm, intriguing. Surprisingly human of you."

"I can break your branch."

His mood soured at the Divine Tree's teasing laugh.

Perserque chimed in, "You've always been so cold when it comes to the Abyss. But this time's different."

"Be quiet. I'm just watching, gathering information for when I confront another Abyssal Princess."

Perserque shrugged. She then teasingly grabbed and pinched Davey's cheeks. Ignoring her playful antics, Davey, watching the two, suddenly became curious and asked, "But what's with that magic book?"

It felt slightly different from the power of the Abyss, but it was closely related to her power.

"Why don't you ask her directly?"

The magical book, clearly visible from Davey's elevated vantage point, was held by the Abyssal Princess. He had assumed it to be related to the Abyss, but he did not sense any abyssal power from its contents. It felt like an object from this world.

"Perserque, can you see?"

Curious, Perserque peered at the magical book and then chuckled.

"Find out for yourself. But here's a hint..." She trailed off with a sly grin. "It's an heirloom."

Seeing someone clutch onto another's keepsake like that, Davey thought, ‘The person must have been quite important to her.’

Without saying another word, he turned his back on them.

Davey nodded slowly in response. "Regardless, I need to meet the technician who can make this."

"Heh, I'll try writing a letter to that stubborn old man. While I can lend my name, it seems we'll need your esteemed reputation to ensure the letter reaches someone of that rank."

Davey nodded once more in agreement.

Arrogance to the point of excess, he was known by many names, yet no one dared mock his self-assured demeanor. Edison, the dwarf alchemist, was a genius who toiled harder than anyone else. Within the Alchemical Sect, regardless of the branch, while they may have labeled him a stubborn old man, no one ever questioned his skills, passion, or achievements. An eccentric elder, he was responsible for numerous innovations that had far-reaching impacts. Many royal families, enticed by his expertise, sought meetings and were willing to offer substantial sums of money.

Alchemists usually took great pride in their skills, and Edison's unwavering dedication was truly remarkable.

"Master Edison, there's a letter."

"Hmm? A letter? I've told you to skip trivial matters." Focused on his workbench, Edison frowned at the words of the young girl.

"But Master Edison..."

"Tiara, there's so much to explore and learn in this world. I don't have time for trifles."

Tiara persisted in capturing his attention, saying, "Grandfather."

"What is it now?!"

"This isn't just any letter."

"Hmm?"

"It's from the Heins estate. Prince Davey of Heins. You know him, don't you?"

"Who is that?"

"What? You don’t know him? He's the continental hero, a revered figure who achieved numerous feats even before the arrival of the Light Warrior, Reina."

Tiara's words brought a frown to Edison's face. "This old man is too preoccupied to remember the names of every young upstart! Stop wasting time and fetch me more scholarly books!"

"Geez, such an eccentric old man."

"What?!"

"Did I say something wrong?"

Tiara grumbled with a sulky expression. "Grandfather, if you continue to display such arrogance, even those on your side may depart. You should spend your later years in comfort rather than enduring so much hardship."

"You! I raised you with great care, and this is how you speak?!"

"People criticize you because you're always so arrogant!"

"Strive to excel and surpass others! Then no one can look down on you!"

"But what if someone more gifted comes along?"

Edison squinted his eyes at the question. "Then you learn from them! That's the destiny of those who seek knowledge!" Yet, deep down, he knew there was no one there to teach him.

"But... this letter. It mentions the Elder of Golgouda?"

At this, Edison's face tensed. "Who?"

"It says, 'Elder of Golgouda.'"

"Show it to me."

Tiara handed the letter to Edison. It contained a concise message: "There's intriguing content here. Are you interested? If we share a good rapport, I'm willing to impart some skills."

It was a letter from the young Davey, and its contents had captured Edison's curiosity. It was audacious to send such a message to Edison himself.

"Heh! He's quite audacious, this one."

Though he spoke those words, Edison was aware of Davey's reputation as a continental saint and his impressive power. Nevertheless, alchemy and that power were distinct domains. This further piqued his interest.

"But, Grandfather," a young woman interjected, "Is this Davey the same person with whom I was in talks for marriage?"

At her words, Edison clicked his tongue in realization. It began to dawn on him. The young lady before him was one of the continent's six great beauties. When she was a child, there had been discussions about her potential marriage to a boy of the same age. That young man hailed from the Rowane Kingdom, and his name was...

"Hmm... They say even a brief encounter is destined. Such peculiar events in this world. Well, if he's this confident, I should meet him," Edison mused, contemplating an unrelated favor he needed from that pesky elder. He clicked his tongue again as he reread the letter.