"Wish..."
Violet Marshall had been actively running and taking action for the three tests from God, but when she finally completed the tests and reached the end, she seemed a little uninterested.
“Yes, aren’t you pursuing eternal beauty?”
Xia De urged, he really didn't have much time left.
Miss Violet looked at Shade and shook her head slightly.
"Now that I think about it, this wish is really meaningless. Xia De, go and ask what you want to know, such as why you are here."
The tone suddenly became much colder, and Xia De blinked in surprise.
There are indeed many things he wants to know, such as the secret of the Sixth Epoch, who the fourth chosen one is, and when the end of the world will come. But he must not ask about this wish given by God. The test given by the Tree Father clearly stated that it was to "help mortals visit God and learn the secret of eternal beauty", not to "help mortals complete God's three tests".
"Please stop joking."
Shade said softly. Miss Violet wanted to say something, but the half-conscious Miss Theresa pulled her sleeve again. The Witch Queen looked at Shade with her golden eyes stubbornly. Shade pursed his lips, and the voice in his ear whispered:
Let's trick the witch again.
Shade ignored her slander and stared at Miss Violet. Neither of them spoke. Then, the ruler of Witton nodded reluctantly.
She asked Xia De to support Miss Theresa, and she walked forward, bowed slightly and said softly:
"God, I come here in pursuit of eternal beauty, longing to obtain that eternal beauty."
Once the wish involves "eternity", the ring sorcerers will be very wary of the consequences of such a wish, which often means a trap related to the soul. But there is no need to consider this when making a wish to a good god. If such a wish cannot be fulfilled, the god will tell you.
This time the uncertain wise man chuckled and nodded:
"You have passed three tests, and you deserve this wisdom."
She raised her hand and touched Miss Violet's forehead. Shade and Miss Theresa could only see the back of the Witch Queen, but not her expression. But they could both see that in the void, golden steps extended from her head to higher places.
A strange golden luster was flowing on the steps. She was still on the thirteenth step, but it seemed a little different from before. God had given her wisdom that mortals should not have, and wisdom itself was power.
The golden steps disappeared in the air, and the witch staggered back two steps and was supported by Shade.
She trembled all over, turned to look at Xia De, raised her right hand and touched her face:
"How do I look now, sir?"
The dark golden eyes looked at Xia De again.
Xia De subconsciously held his breath. He actually didn't feel that the other person's appearance had changed much. After all, Miss Violet Marshall had been stunningly beautiful from the beginning.
“Very beautiful.”
He used a rather plain way to describe it, saying that the power of God did not enhance her already extraordinary charm any further, but rather that God gave her the knowledge and power to preserve this charm forever.
The witch smiled and wanted to say something else, but she saw the mist on the lake surging and the flowing mist was surrounding Shade.
He also noticed this, and although he still had a smile on his face, he still felt a little regretful:
"My mission is accomplished. I think it's time for me to leave."
"you... ... "
"Please keep this sword. This is the first time I know it has this function... Hmm?"
He wanted to pull out the silver sword on the ground and hand it to the witches, but found that he couldn't pull out the sword.
"I have endowed this sword with more power. You need to regain its recognition."
The god who was watching this scene reminded softly.
Miss Violet reached out and held Shade's left hand holding the sword. Miss Theresa tried to open her eyes and looked at Shade who was about to leave, and also placed her hand on his sword hand.
The three of them slowly exerted force together, and as the runes on the swords flashed, they pulled the Night Watchman out of the soft soil beneath their feet.
At this time, more and more mist was surrounding Xia De, and he really wanted to leave:
"Miss Violet, I wish you eternal youth."
He said with a smile.
"Ms. Theresa, I wish you a successful graduation and becoming a successful witch. You are actually very talented, but you lack some confidence."
He spoke to Miss Theresa again, who tried to open her eyes and look at him. Touching the night watchman made Miss Theresa feel better:
"Mr. Hamilton... Goodbye."
"It's a pity that you are not a treasure that belongs to us in this era."
Miss Violet took a deep breath, took off the gold ring on her right index finger, and placed it in Shade's hand.
The ring has a rather thick band and is made of gold. The pattern on the ring is a complex symbol similar to a curved cross. This is a power ring. In addition to its decorative function, it is also a seal. For the witch queen who rules the Witton region, the value of the power ring she carries with her is inestimable no matter what era it is.
"Gift, keep it as a souvenir."
She looked into Xia De's eyes and said, while Xia De was holding the ring, not knowing what to say, the lady who originally looked a little melancholy suddenly smiled, and Xia De was also stunned by the beautiful smile:
"As a reward."
While Shade was stunned, Miss Violet reached out and touched the side of Shade's face, then suddenly pulled him into her arms, closed her eyes and kissed him.
The water mist turned into thick white fog that enveloped the two people who were so close to each other. The thick fog seemed invisible, but it forced Miss Theresa to retreat continuously.
Somehow she had barely regained her composure at this point, but she could only stare in amazement as her aunt kissed Xia De before the white mist obscured her vision.
The swirling white fog was as thick as a cocoon. It took a full half minute for the fog to begin to thin, and another half a minute for it to completely disappear.
In the disappearing thick fog, only the Great Witch was left. She touched her lips with a sense of loss, and shook her head slightly after a while:
"His kissing skills are really bad. Are all the witches around him vegetarians or spiritualists?"
Miss Theresa didn't know what to say.
After calming down, Violet bowed to the god who was watching the scene.
"Thank you for your generosity, but I don't know if we will have the chance to see Shad Hamilton again."
"You have to find the answer to this question yourself."
God was still as gentle as ever, and didn't seem surprised by Shad's departure.
There is a reason why she did not disappear after fulfilling her wish:
"The answer to the third test given by the person who just left includes the specific location of the Cherubim, which is far beyond the minimum requirement. He should have received an additional gift, but it seems that now he can only give this gift to you. You can choose the final blessing yourself."
Violet looked at her distant niece, who shook her head slightly while holding the hilt of her sword.
"This wish has nothing to do with me."
The Witch Queen herself clearly had many desires and ideas, but at this moment she unexpectedly felt that she had no desires or requests. Knowing that the gods would not answer any questions related to Shad Hamilton, she had no interest in the opportunity of the gods' blessing:
"Thank you for your generosity. We don't need anything. We will keep everything about Lost Lake a secret. Wise men are like water. May the water protect us."
God smiled and nodded:
"No wishes? Okay."
Miss Violet was a little confused about what the god meant, but she soon realized that she seemed to be holding something.
She loosened her right hand, which had been tightly clenched at some point, and then saw a teardrop-shaped blue crystal appear in her hand:
"This is... ... "
"His Majesty!"
A familiar voice called out to me, and when I looked up, I found that I was outside the tower. This statement was not accurate, because the obsidian tower had disappeared.
Eight witches stood on the island in the middle of Lost Lake. The departure of the gods caused the mist to gradually invade this safe space. The brown-haired head maid immediately arranged for the maids to cast a spell to protect this area, and she handed the potion that replenished mental and physical strength to the two returning ladies.
Miss Violet waved her hand to refuse the holy water. She clenched the blue crystal in her hand and looked at Miss Theresa:
"Schultz, how do you feel now?"
The latter swallowed the liquid carefully, drawing strength from it:
"I'm still a little dizzy and can't tell the direction for now. But the hallucinations and tinnitus have eased."
She put down the bottle, hesitated and asked:
"Aunt, just now you and..."
“That felt pretty good.”
Miss Violet smiled, and then saw the disappointment on Miss Theresa’s face with satisfaction:
"I've said before that if you want something, you have to fight for it yourself. Schultz, you still don't understand this."
She looked toward the island shrouded in mist:
"This adventure was really unexpected. I didn't expect such a thing to happen. It seems that I have to visit St. Byrons when I return. I don't believe there is no information or record there. That strange rumor was first spread from St. Byrons."
Miss Theresa knew what Miss Violet was talking about. She nodded silently and then said:
"This adventure was indeed unexpected. Even if I lose some of my memory after leaving, it should be enough for me to complete my graduation thesis."
She handed the night watchman to the maids for safekeeping.
"Once you have completed the graduation process, come to Weedon and help me. Although you have graduated from the academy, you still need a teacher. Are you willing to become my apprentice?"
Miss Violet said, not giving Miss Theresa a chance to refute:
"I will spend a long time writing books from now on. I want to record the knowledge given by the gods."
After a pause he continued:
"And this wonderful crystal, I think I know how to deal with it. You can help me deal with the matter of Witton for the time being. Over the years, I have always believed that my upper limit is the thirteenth level. Now that I suddenly have a new goal, I find that my limit seems to be far from now."
"New goal, you want to..."
Miss Theresa asked in disbelief. The Witch Queen showed her beautiful smile, stretched out her hand to pull her personal maid over, and smiled as she stuffed the blue crystal into her chest. Amid the maid's dissatisfied complaints, she sighed:
"Originally, it was enough to stop at the thirteenth level, but now I find that even at the thirteenth level, there are still things that cannot be obtained. In this case, how can we know that it is impossible if we don't try? When I kissed him just now, I found a strange reverberation. The echo of time and space is shaking the power. It's really interesting... ... Let's leave first."
He took the Night Watcher and waved it in front of him. A crack appeared in the space that was gradually filled with fog. Behind the crack, temporary tents decorated with silk and gold, many witches wearing beautiful long skirts taking care of the camp, and countless chocobos of strange colors were waiting for the emperor's return in the large camp of the Broken Isles.
Miss Violet crossed the gap with her sword in hand, and Miss Theresa, surrounded by six maids, also crossed the gap holding up her skirt.
She was surprised at the power displayed by Miss Violet at this moment. In a place like the Lost Lake, even a thirteenth-level witch would never be able to open a passage out at will.
"But don't you want the luggage on the shore?"