Walking with the Gods (II)

After waiting for a whole month without any sign, Celine could reasonably conclude that the blood puppet and the sorcerer had probably left. The Witcher, who had no intention of letting them go, immediately prepared to head to Loran to continue the pursuit, determined to avenge Luna and Finnian.

The events of that day felt like an abyss that lingered in his heart. Unlike Fintan, who was instantly devastated, Eleazar silently endured the intense pain and continued forward with his lantern.

However, he didn't expect that he shrouded in darkness, would be illuminated so quickly.

On the only flight from Celine Starwind to Loran Green Nacre Mansion, he was caught by the Saint. "Let me know when we arrive~"

After the conversation, Qishi left with the black cat.

Watching her sacred figure, Eleazar's face was filled with astonishment. Whether it was because of his words or some other reason...

Anyway, according to her, it seemed like she was going to Loran with him.

In that astonishing moment of speculation, the Witcher thought the other person had gone mad. Why would she leave her role as a saint to enter the den of evil with him? The crucial problem was, how could he sneak in with such a conspicuous companion?

Eleazar silently stood in the corridor of the airship, just a wall away from the free air outside.

But in the end, he turned with a stern face.

Nana's familiar had been taken by the other party.

With a mind full of questions, Eleazar actively sought her out.

"Good kitty~"

Various procedures were required to board, and in the VIP room with a one-way fee of 100,000, the small black cat, as if played with too much, gave up all resistance and let that hand knead it.

Looking at those pitiful black eyes, Eleazar, with a serious face, asked, "Why did you come out? Aren't you in charge of the North?"

Qishi smiled and raised her head, "Isn't it thanks to you? Right now, there's someone more dedicated than me busy in the North. I felt like a spare part, so I came out for some fresh air."

From her joyful words, it could be inferred that the righteous Blood Knight was now busy in the North, using the blood sense with a mysterious side, making it difficult for evildoers to escape.

Similarly belonging to the evil side sequence, Eleazar understood very well how much help such people were in tracking down evil after gaining perception abilities.

Transforming his overwhelming sadness into motivation, in strong contrast to the lazy Witcher, Eleazar even released the saint who was originally unavailable.

Eleazar gritted his teeth inwardly.

He noted this grudge.

"But I always feel that leaving the defense unattended is not good. Look, if by any chance some evil entity like a 'Black Soul' appears again, there must be someone to control the situation. What if, by any chance, various evil forces, void legions, dark legions... all kinds of monsters are unleashed, and the era of myths might be revived..."

Eleazar shivered at the thought of that terrifying scene, unable to imagine it.

Qishi comforted, "Don't worry, if it comes to that, we will fully revive the Witcher. You just need to hold on for about twenty years, and there will be countless comrades standing by your side. Then you can trouble yourselves to carry out another Dark Age Hunt."

"I think I might not last that long alone..."

Eleazar said weakly, "So, you should go back. You know what kind of people are in that country. As a person of the holy order, you can't just turn a blind eye. It's trouble upon trouble, fighting the old after dealing with the new."

"I'm no longer a person of the holy order now." Qishi tilted her head.

"Can you still sense the holy light aura?"

Indeed, just as she said, Eleazar couldn't sense any sacred aura now. There was no trace of extraordinary fluctuations, so he was caught off guard by her.

She was now like an ordinary person.

Daring to be so arrogant without supernatural abilities?

Eleazar wanted to test her, but he didn't know if she used some magical seal to disguise herself.

The woman with a smiling face also raised her head, looking very expectant.

Forget it...

Eleazar said with frustration, "Even if there is no holy aura, you still stand out with your appearance."

Qishi looked down at her attire, then turned to look at the mirror beside her, nodding thoughtfully.

"Indeed."

With that, she stood up, holding the black cat, and walked behind the screen.

A rustling sound, the sound of fabric rubbing against the skin, and then Eleazar saw a pile of white clothing fall to the floor.

Little Black, not interested in the view inside, lay on the blanket, still covered by a relic.

After that, a woman with gray-white hair walked out from behind the screen. Dressed as a conservative noble lady, her delicate figure was covered by an exquisite long dress. Her fair arms were adorned with black-veined long-sleeved gloves, her face half-covered by a black veil, and her hair was pinned up, concealed by a hat adorned with black feathers.

"Now?"

She twirled the hem of her skirt.

"Does it look good?"