Well, at least the light from outside shone in, making it look fairly bright.
The first curtain made was the one installed in his own room.
It was clear that Beikeze and the Faithful who built this house for him had put a lot of heart into it.
‘There’s no need for this,’ he thought, but seeing the soft, large bed, Muxuan suddenly felt that it was actually quite nice.
“Your Highness, it’s time to come and help!”
Qiansitelin’s voice pulled Muxuan out of the bedroom.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Muxuan realized it should be nighttime by now.
He casually raised the Crosier, and a wisp of Lightforce flowed out.
The light outside the window slowly dimmed.
This way, the commotion Lyrasel caused wouldn’t be too loud.
Likewise, to be safe, Muxuan formed a light barrier, isolating the entire house.
Smiling at Muxuan, Qiansitelin gently rubbed the ring on her finger.
A golden light flashed, and Lyrasel appeared in her hand.
The once beautiful Holy Sword, which resembled a ceremonial blade, was now dull and lifeless.
The extremely pure and divine silver glow was gone, leaving only a dark, dead silence.
Muxuan’s eyelids lowered slightly, and he slowly reached out his hand.
Light shone as he offered his most sincere respect to the Holy Sword.
This sword had endured so much…
“Ready.”
Muxuan looked up again.
The Lightforce wrapped around his body slowly dissipated, revealing a petite figure.
Muxuan’s crisp voice followed.
Qiansitelin’s gaze lingered on Muxuan for a long while before she reluctantly looked away.
She felt a bit of joy — her little Highness really was adorable.
Suppressing the urge to pounce on Muxuan, Qiansitelin slowly injected power into Lyrasel.
*Hum —*
The sword immediately let out a hum.
With Lyrasel as the center, the Lightforce in the surrounding air was rapidly drawn away, quickly plunging the area into deep darkness.
“Your Highness!”
Muxuan immediately turned her palms upward, and a large amount of Lightforce diffused out, restoring brightness to the surroundings.
Of course, she couldn’t directly replenish Lyrasel’s Lightforce; doing so would only result in Muxuan being drained dry by the sword’s terrifying suction.
Lightforce diffused into the air like this would be absorbed more gently by Lyrasel.
However, watching the room she had worked so hard to light up flicker between brightness and darkness, and seeing Lyrasel act like a bottomless black hole, Muxuan couldn’t help but complain internally.
‘Is this what you call gentle?’
That terrifying suction had turned the sword into a gluttonous beast that completely contradicted its appearance.
It opened its bloody maw, greedily and incessantly devouring the Lightforce.
Lyrasel’s loss of power was too severe.
Combined with the continuous corruption from the Strange over several hundred years, its faint consciousness had almost lost its sanity.
Its current thirst for Lightforce was almost entirely driven by its instinct to replenish its power.
“Look how hungry the poor thing is~”
Qiansitelin held Lyrasel tightly with one hand while covering her mouth with the other, teasing with a smile.
‘Is she implying something?’
Once Lyrasel adapted, its absorption would stabilize.
Muxuan grumbled to herself, her palm still steadily outputting Lightforce, neither suddenly increasing nor decreasing.
But…
“Can’t you put in some effort! You’ve just been watching from the sidelines!”
That hateful Qiansitelin was just watching her work hard! She wasn’t putting in any effort at all!
“Eh? How am I not putting in effort? I’m holding Lyrasel, you know. It’s very tiring~”
Hearing Muxuan’s words, Qiansitelin immediately put on a half-confused, half-surprised expression, her tone carrying a hint of grievance.
“You!”
Looking at Qiansitelin like this, Muxuan almost choked on her breath.
She was annoying her again! Was this called putting in effort?
She made it sound like holding Lyrasel was exhausting!
Meanwhile, Muxuan was responsible for the entire output of Lightforce and could clearly feel the fatigue in her body!
Meeting Muxuan’s somewhat pouting gaze, Qiansitelin smiled slightly.
“My wrists are very sore~”
Muxuan turned her face away, not wanting to look at Qiansitelin for another second.
This was too infuriating!
How could she be like this?
The cowlick on her head also seemed a bit angry, standing straight up as if taking an “attack” stance against Qiansitelin.
Looking at the little cowlick on her Highness’s head, Qiansitelin couldn’t help but reach out her other hand, curiously wanting to poke it.
Unexpectedly, sensing Qiansitelin’s finger approaching, the cowlick stood straight up.
Then, as if retaliating, the tip poked back at Qiansitelin’s finger, as if venting anger on behalf of its master.
This made Muxuan feel the abnormality on top of her head.
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, her small mouth opened slightly, as if she were about to bite Qiansitelin at any moment.
She glared at Qiansitelin.
Seeing this, Qiansitelin chuckled softly and withdrew her hand.
“Alright, Your Highness, I’ll stop…”
Fearing she might actually make her little Highness angry, Qiansitelin shrank her head like a child admitting a mistake.
—
Behind a curtain made of leather, a thick and sturdy figure continuously swung a massive hammer, sending sparks flying along with heavy thumping sounds.
Theodore stood outside the curtain with her head lowered, appearing somewhat unnatural and timidly watching the figure behind the curtain.
“You’re back?”
A majestic and stern voice rang out.
It was calm, yet it sounded like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
“Yes… I’m back.”
The hammering stopped, and the figure behind the curtain slowly put down the massive hammer and turned around.
The firelight flickered, and the atmosphere was heavy.
“Hmm?”
Theodore, who had been prepared for the Great Craftsman’s wrath, heard a hint of confusion in his voice.
She raised her head slightly as a pair of broad hands pulled back the curtain, and the figure stepped out.
“Lightforce…”
It was very faint, but the Great Craftsman was certain he hadn’t sensed it wrong.
Logically, the Light Church had declined to such an extent that no one should be able to master Lightforce…
Lutherch…
It was as if he were asleep.
After a moment of thought, the Great Craftsman suddenly sensed something.
His broad hand reached toward Theodore with extreme speed.
Theodore shrank back in fright and hurriedly closed her eyes.
However, after a long time, Theodore didn’t feel any pain.
Quietly opening one eye, she found the Great Craftsman studying something in his hand.
“Little spider!”
When Theodore saw what was in the Great Craftsman’s hand, she immediately let out a cry of joy.
She hadn’t expected that the little spider would be willing to follow her!
The Great Craftsman didn’t react to Theodore’s joy at all, still staring intently at the little spider.
His face also showed a hint of excitement.
This kind of spider could only survive in places where Lightforce was relatively concentrated.
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