Chapter 190

Chapter 190

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The arrival of the Dorempa and their childrens clothes, which fell into the hands of the scouts, reached the village the next morning.

The village was engulfed in shock and dismay.

The wives of the Dorempa, along with the mothers of the half-headed siblings who had returned, wailed and fainted.

Waldiff couldnt even look at the supplies and ran towards the coast, while other tribe members, maintaining silence, were furious at the tragedy that had befallen their leader and his children.

Dorempa was a beloved tribal chief.

He had dedicated his entire life to the well-being of the North, and the tribe members who had watched him closely had deep affection and respect for him.

There was no one to maintain peace in front of those who returned with only their heads.

Except for one.

Cuculli.

The children looked at Cuculli with worried faces.

It was strange.

She didnt wail, nor did she rush out to kill the invaders immediately.

She just stared blankly at the ground with an expressionless face.

And after a long silence, what came out of her mouth overturned everyones expectations.

This is strange.

Was it the result of carrying anger and anguish to the extreme?

The heart that had been burning fiercely all along seemed to have turned to ashes already.

In front of the severed supplies of her family, Cuculli could maintain a surprising calmness even within herself.

Perhaps she was so shocked that her emotions were paralyzed, she thought.

Whatever happens, its fine.

Her mind was surprisingly clear.

Now wasnt the time to be swayed by emotions.

She began to deduce.

Why.

There is intent behind every action.

It was clear that the invaders targeted the Dorempa and their bloodlines.

It was probably to eliminate the focal point of the North and to destabilize the tribal alliances.

That plan must have been meticulously laid out.

Judging from how easily they labeled her father a traitor and pursued her siblings as soon as they set out, it was evident.

But why.

Why leave her, who was arguably the most important figure at the moment, untouched?

It doesnt make sense. If they wanted to destroy the North, they should have attacked me right after eliminating my father.

There were plenty of opportunities.

After all, she hadnt come to the North alone in a sound state of mind.

If they wanted to eliminate her, that would have been the right moment.

But nothing happened.

Cuculli recalled the surprisingly smooth journey except for the White Bear Tribe.

Except for them, they could have arrived at the village without any hindrance.

Why didnt they touch only me?

What gain could they have had when I safely arrived at this village?

She needed to realize what that was.

Ah.

Cucullis eyes sparkled.

It was a moment when a lightning-like realization pierced her.

Theyre targeting the sanctuary.

If the invaders knew about the sanctuarys existence, everything made sense.

So, they just left me alone because Im a suitable candidate.

Whether they coveted the power of the Frost Dragon or wanted to completely destroy the sanctuary to eliminate any chance of revival in the North.

She wasnt sure about that yet.

But it was certain that the only reason they left her alone was that.

Once she grasped the enemys main objective, the rest of the questions naturally unraveled.

Then, I must have been assigned to be lured instead of attacked. They couldnt just leave me alone.

They might still be watching this village from somewhere.

Cucullis azure eyes scanned the cliff quickly.

I dont see them. But I have to assume theyre there.

The enemies must have already grasped much about the village.

Thats why they could easily position the clothes along the reconnaissance route.

Then the reason for exposing the supplies

To make me move quickly.

Cuculli didnt leave the village after hearing the old womans prophecy.

The invaders, who might have thought she would head straight for the sanctuary to receive baptism, would have become anxious.

No matter how powerful they are, the North is undoubtedly their enemy.

Reinforcements would be coming from the central continent, and among them would be the Hero concerned about the safety of his disciples.

Time was not on their side.

Cuculli gazed southward lost in thought.

So, should I just wait for the Professor or other troops to arrive?

At first glance, it seemed so.

But soon her head slowly shook from side to side.

No, doing nothing is the worst option.

If she kept delaying, the enemies would resort to their final move.

They had already made tremendous efforts to destroy the North.

Hurry

It was the moment when Kalende was about to give up halfway and prepare for the assault.

Cucullis pupils, scanning the coastal village for the last time, suddenly shook violently.

Whats this?

Kalende got up from her seat and hurried to the edge of the cliff.

She was in such a hurry that she even threw off her hood, which covered her face.

The congregants around quickly averted their eyes and bowed their heads.

.!

The spot where her piercing gaze had been fixed was terribly devastated.

The empty left eye socket was filled with countless small wounds, as if pecked by birds.

It was the final blow Dorempa had delivered.

The ice spear he had thrown ruptured the piercing gaze and completely froze its surroundings.

Only one pupil remained.

But even with that alone, it wasnt difficult to discern the movements of the village.

Kalendes external eye stared intently at the silhouettes scurrying around the village.

Are they heading for the sanctuary?

As she pondered

Suddenly-

The silhouettes moved away, riding on something, and exited the village entrance.

They swiftly traversed along the long stretch of coastline.

The moonlight, shining at that moment, revealed their identities.

Capra

They were creatures resembling a mix of yak and goat.

Known as the ultimate means of transportation, they could move swiftly even on flat ground and climb steep cliffs.

Capra were famous for their difficult breeding and reproduction processes, resulting in a low population.

They were carrying a total of eight riders and passengers, leaving the village all at once, taking advantage of the ambitious night.

Kalendes eyes filled with joy.

Ah, finally.

Her hand counted the silhouettes from behind.

One, two, three a total of eight.

Yes.

It was undoubtedly Cuculli and her academy peers.

Even in the extended detection range, there was a faint sense of the Frost Dragon Tribes presence.

Are they escorting their friend?

It was a wise decision.

Her friends would be much stronger than the remaining warriors of the tribe.

But it was futile.

Kalende looked back with a triumphant expression.

Click-

Her subordinates were already fully prepared to pursue them.

Kalende gestured.

Lets go.

Under the cover of concealment.

The Demonic Church Leader and the congregants began to rush.

They were exactly parallel to the children.

* * *

Cuculli watched silently from the Dorempa tent as her friends moved away along the coast.

Eight silhouettes racing along the coastline.

One of them was her younger brother, Waldiff.

In simple terms, its a lure operation. Well attract attention, so you watch for the right moment to open the way to the sanctuary.

I

Dont dwell on useless thoughts and listen to me. The best way to ensure everyones survival is for you to inherit the power of the Frost Dragon quickly and come to rescue us. You know that, too.

At that moment.

Cuculli could see the resolute determination and cold calmness flooding from her friends eyes.

It was an expression filled with determination to successfully carry out the mission entrusted to them.

Dont die.

Her friends nodded their heads warmly at the words she reluctantly added.

Cuculli stared at each of their faces as if engraving them into her mind.

Whether the plan succeeded or failed this would be the last time she faced the children as herself.

It was a fact known to everyone present, yet a fact that no one truly comprehended.

Cuculli greeted them first.

Goodbye. Take care.

Goodbye, Cuculli.

That was the last.

The children climbed onto the backs of Capra and quickly departed.

They were now out of sight from the village.

By now, they were probably racing across the wilderness, leaving behind dangerous enemies in their wake.

Cuculli turned her steps back into the tent or more precisely, towards the bone chair, the key to the sanctuary.

Unfortunately, there was no time to indulge in sentiment.

Her hand tightly grasped the cold handle of the chair.

It was time to go for baptism.

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