Surviving The Fourth Calamity

To the Dawn Messenger under Lansendel’s Divine Power protection, even the most terrifying Blazing Fire is merely a breeze.

So, the flame that was headed towards his master quickly swept across him, rushing straight towards the camp.

"Lord Beltran! Help!" Though he shouted for rescue, the silver-gray robe wasn’t foolish enough to stand there waiting. He swiftly dodged to the side.

However, amidst the burning flame, there was a sudden ’boom’... The magic ballista in Delphus’s hand completed its last attack.

The silver-gray robe wasn’t of the Hainarson lineage... Thankfully, their family always looked down on the middle and lower tiers, relying solely on luck for a rare occurrence of an Archmage in ordinary families.

Nor did he have that fraction of luck, and in probabilistic events, the majority are denominators.

Therefore, that arrow faster than lightning directly slammed him onto the camp’s barrier... The silver-gray robe didn’t even slide off the barrier before it was ignited by the swiftly sweeping Blazing Fire.

Neither the two inside the barrier nor the spectators outside felt any emotion toward this fellow’s death.

A fool seeking their own doom, no one would sympathize.

Even Delphus appeared as a pitiable figure by comparison.

Although observers still knew Delphus was inherently cold-blooded, between these two, no one sympathized with that fool in the silver-gray robe... Even if the sins he committed were nowhere near Delphus’s.

Yet, sometimes, foolish greed is more disgusting than cold-blooded cruelty.

The Dawn Messenger did not even look back, letting the raging fire turn everything into ashes.

Delphus truly couldn’t control that flame anymore, but at that moment, he understood many things... Like from whose hand the ’Order Jewel’ truly came.

He had more unknowns yet to learn, but being ever critical of himself, he couldn’t be bothered to think more... If destined to die, then he wouldn’t let those most deserving of death escape either.

Delphus certainly wished to kill all those who had wronged him, but he knew in his heart that those responsible within the Defense Tower likely perished with it long ago.

A considerable portion even died by his hand.

And he had no time to search for whoever remained.

Thus, naturally, only those who benefited most from everything, albeit without participating directly, were most deserving of death.

Delphus had prepared some contingency for himself, but when he discovered his soul harbored not only his own will, he quickly realized what was happening in this world... Connecting it swiftly with past decisions even he couldn’t comprehend before.

Delphus knew at that moment his contingency likely became someone else’s paradise.

No matter how secretive he was, he couldn’t hide from a presence that always watched everything through his eyes.

Since there was no prospect of survival, that original plan for soul escape naturally became his greatest kill move.

With raging anger, he used secret techniques to merge his soul into the magic ballista’s arrow, pinning down that fool who profited yet dared to belittle him... Delphus let out the most joyful laugh of his life.

The Dawn Messenger named Beltran merely twitched his finger lightly, a rose-colored aura appeared in his hand.

Then he gently tucked the aura into a ruby: "Don’t be too sad, you see, although he died swiftly, he was quite happy.

Have a good sleep~ When you awaken again, you will be the new you.

Hmm?

Don’t want to completely abandon your past?

Hehe~ Have you become too friendly with the Blazing Fire?

Tsk~

Well, alright~ I cannot determine how complete your soul will be when you reawaken, nor what you will remember of the past, so, why not adopt the surname Dres?

You aren’t fond of your parents, are you?

Let your brother’s name mark the beginning of your family.

Rest assured, no one will object... They have no right.

Hmm?

Bloodline?

Do you want to try the Hainarson Clan, I see you and that...

Ah... Don’t want to?

Alright, alright, stay away from those affiliated with the Defense Tower, I understand.

Sleep now... I’ll take care of it."

With a soft sigh, Beltran carefully stored the ruby, his perplexed gaze falling upon the still-confused Miss Aislin.

He’s muttered on for so long, why doesn’t this woman leave?

Of course, Beltran wasn’t afraid of Aislin, who claimed to be Glaysia... Between the Dawn Believers and the Great Devil, who actually fears whom is well known to each.

Naturally, everyone fights fiercely when the time comes... But the problem is, the Dawn Believers are always willing to fight, whereas the devil has no interest in it.

Thus, Beltran was long accustomed to demons and devils fleeing in panic upon discovering his identity.

Yet, this Aislin intrigued him.

If she truly is the troubled soul of Glaysia, then what caused her trouble must be related to that silver-blue moonlight.

Although the Dawn Messengers never actively seek out trouble from the Silvermoon Maidens, that one indeed has caused them quite a bit of trouble.

Clearly Lansendel and Celene have a common enemy, Shaer.

But, the Dawn Messenger will never again collaborate with that seemingly big-mouthed, senseless Silvermoon Maiden who exposes everything to the Lady of the Night before even starting.

Despite collaborating with the Silvermoon Devotees, Beltran always felt like they were the ones cooperating, while the Dawn Believers were being jointly attacked by the Silvermoon Devotees and Followers of the Night.

Ha~ That time, if it weren’t for Lansendel detecting the anomaly early, they would have been completely annihilated!

Though the Dawn Devotees often entered their Main God’s Divine Kingdom early for various reasons, they’ve never died by enemy-induced total annihilation!

Ignorant of recent happenings in Toril, Beltran was full of grudges against a certain old Silvermoon Maiden.

Yet, it’s not like they haven’t retaliated.

For example, on the Beastmen and half-orc side, the suddenly resurging ’Two-faced’ Church... Ha, those two were meant to pair, never to be separated for eternity.

Certain characteristics of this world, like Delphus, are so suitable for those sisters!

Always pondering how to cause trouble for that ill-behaved Silvermoon Maiden, Beltran found himself very interested in Mage Aislin, who holds many leadership roles.

The eternally pure Silvermoon Maiden, upon seeing this devilish moon, likely would be thrilled!

She loves witnessing those who differ from the worldly and mundane!

This is so unworldly.

Even defies Silvermoon’s inherent purity capable of purifying all filth.

Tsk tsk~

Anyway, it has nothing to do with his current task, as his Main God surely battles Asmodeus, indifferent to anything here... Then, let Aislin take a stroll through Hell?

Just in time to witness if the nine layers of hell, illuminated by silver moonlight, are evolving or going mad.

The crazed devils might win a bit more in the blood war... Better than always saving strength at the end, forcing demons to reclaim their share.

His intent was so obvious that even Carpenter noticed: "Teacher, this Lansendel’s Follower, seems quite lenient with Aislin."

Hill, less familiar with the grudge between Silvermoon Devotees and Dawn Messengers, was slightly surprised.

With a furrowed brow and a touch of confusion, he said, "Perhaps, it’s because Aislin’s uniqueness piques his curiosity?"

Finding his teacher, also rarely uncertain, Carpenter obediently shifted topics: "Teacher, it’s been a while, Russell should be back soon, right?"

Although much has happened, disputes and fights occurred in mere moments... Currently, Russell is likely just now finishing pleasantries, sitting with Koyl and other guests to check their goods.

Hill helplessly smiled: "Carpenter, Russell’s been gone for only two hours."

Carpenter looked up at the sky: "Why must there be a small exchange before a major trade?"

Then she immediately refocused on Aislin: "But, Teacher, why doesn’t Aislin escape while Mr. Beltran’s attention is diverted?"

Though three wills might awaken, keeping alive is crucial to each one, isn’t it?"

"That’s because she can’t move~" In a low, mysterious, and magnetic female voice, suddenly appearing in the chamber.

Hill turned his head in astonishment.

Slowly rising from Carpenter’s shadow was a languidly postured female, wearing black robes.

"Sha... Lady of Darkness!" Hill couldn’t hide his surprise, "How could you, be here?"

"Hmm? Seeing a little bug with another pair of eyes, I traced the mark to come~" The Lady of the Night’s lips subtly smiled, "So it’s you~ Little Hill.

It’s been a long time without your news, William’s quite worried!"

Hill helplessly smiled: "This world is a medium used by Asmodeus to target Teraxil, tightly shielded.

When I first discovered it, not knowing what would happen, nor predicting Lansendel’s Follower’s appearance, my caution was slightly excessive."

At this point, Hill couldn’t help but stroke the Magic Book, shrunken to the size of a thumbnail, hanging from his wrist.

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