“Your Highness, something has happened.”
Qiansitelin’s voice was incredibly serious, and her face was etched with gravity.
The cowlick atop Muxuan’s head swayed slightly.
One of her hands rested on her shoulder, clutching the nightgown that kept sliding down because it was far too large.
Looking at Qiansitelin, Muxuan didn’t believe her immediately.
‘Who knows if this is just another one of Qiansitelin’s games…’
Her experience from the previous night had left her back and waist aching even now; the memory was still fresh in her mind!
However, after repeatedly confirming that the expression on Qiansitelin’s face did not seem faked, the cowlick on Muxuan’s head stood straight up with a *boing*.
“What happened?”
Helplessly pressing a hand to her forehead, Qiansitelin looked at her little Highness, who still looked like she hadn’t fully woken up.
She almost couldn’t resist giving her a flick on the forehead.
‘Who told you to toss and turn until the middle of the night!’
No… it seemed like she was the one responsible for that?
Immediately pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Qiansitelin frowned and said, “Your Highness, it’s the southern lodes… and the Kostershka Mountains.”
As she spoke, Qiansitelin walked to Muxuan’s side and gently brushed aside the girl’s messy silver hair.
Muxuan turned around obediently, leaving her hair entirely to Qiansitelin to manage.
It couldn’t be helped; she really didn’t know the first thing about styling it herself.
But… the southern lodes and the Kostershka Mountains?
“What are the specifics?”
“Not sure yet.”
Qiansitelin gently moved a few stray strands of hair from Muxuan’s face, pulling them behind her head.
“Although Lutherch lacks magic, that doesn’t hinder his ability to communicate.”
Hearing this, Muxuan’s sleepiness was instantly dispelled.
The nightgown on her shoulder slid down as she spun around abruptly, her clear golden eyes reflecting Qiansitelin’s solemn face.
“The Goblins are making another move?”
No matter how she thought about it, an abnormality in the Kostershka Mountains could only be the work of the Goblins.
She had clearly cleared out so many of them already…
“Your Highness… no one can say for sure, but we truly need to go and see for ourselves.”
“Your Highness, raise your arms.”
Qiansitelin’s voice carried an endless amount of doting as she picked up a white inner lining with exquisite silver embroidery that had been prepared beforehand.
The moment the soft fabric was about to touch Muxuan’s skin, a deep blue crystal suddenly flew out from Qiansitelin’s storage ring.
“Qiansitelin, something seems to have happened to the Watkan Tribe… they want to see Theodore…”
With a faint “oh,” Qiansitelin immediately stuffed the deep blue crystal back into the ring.
Lutherch’s furious roar could still be heard faintly.
“Your Highness, we have to hurry.”
Qiansitelin’s voice carried a hint of imperceptible, doting urgency, pulling Muxuan back from her worries about the Kostershka Mountains for the moment.
Almost subconsciously, Muxuan obeyed, raising her slender arms and letting Qiansitelin dress her in the soft inner lining.
The silky fabric clung to her skin, bringing a wave of comfortable coolness.
Qiansitelin’s fingers were incredibly nimble, tying the laces of the lining behind Muxuan’s back with extreme speed.
Her fingertips occasionally brushed against Muxuan’s delicate, white back, causing the girl to shiver slightly.
Muxuan could clearly feel Qiansitelin’s warm breath brushing against her nape, carrying her unique fragrance.
Qiansitelin, who usually took her time, was unexpectedly fast.
Perhaps because the situation was urgent, the dressing process—which normally lasted at least thirty minutes—was finished in just a few minutes.
“Your Highness, it’s time to go…”
***
“Luther Sage… the situation is urgent. We are here on Captain Morlun’s orders to find Theodore…”
A Dwarf warrior, his body covered in wounds, spoke with a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
Although he appeared relatively calm on the surface, a massive wave of shock was surging in his heart.
The base was enveloped by pure Lightforce.
The Black Mist had been completely dispelled, and the air was filled with a warm and holy golden glow, as if the thick darkness of the Kostershka Mountains had been torn asunder.
The Dwarf warrior had never seen such a sight.
In the caves and Black Mist they were used to, it was not only dark but also damp and cold; only a roaring furnace could bring warmth.
Yet the light here was like a Miracle, making everything appear clear, clean, and full of life.
At the same time, it brought a strange sense of relief to his body, which was covered in coal ash, bloodstains, and dust from the Black Mist.
Even the burning pain from his wounds seemed to lessen.
He suppressed the tremors in his heart and the exclamation that almost escaped his lips, his gaze locked firmly on the approaching Lutherch.
“This is a major matter. This old man has not received any decree from the Great Artisan God. We must wait for the Pope to arrive and make a decision.”
Lutherch’s voice was steady, showing no intention of letting the Dwarf warrior pass.
“If the situation is truly urgent, you can tell me. I can relay it to His Holiness right now…”
The relationship between Theodore and the Great Artisan God was not hard to guess.
Without a notification from the Great Artisan God or a token of proof, he could not simply trust someone just because they claimed to be from the Watkan Tribe.
As for the wounds on his body—what if they were real?
He could not determine whether Corruption was hidden within them, but Muxuan, as the Pope, certainly could.
All he needed to do now was ensure Theodore’s safety.
Upon hearing this, the Dwarf warrior remained silent for a long time, looking back and forth at the knights standing guard on either side of Lutherch.
Although the knights seemed weak, Lutherch gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
If he tried to force his way in, setting aside whether he could even find Theodore, Luther Sage alone would be enough to take him down…
“It’s the Goblins and the Intek Tribe… the Kostershka Mountains are already…”
After agonizing for a long time, the Dwarf warrior let out a sigh and slowly spoke.
Most of it was just his speculation; he didn’t know the specific details.
“Looking at Captain Morlun’s expression… something seems to have happened on the Great Artisan God’s side as well…”
The Dwarf warrior’s tone was very heavy, causing Lutherch’s brow to furrow.
Was the disaster he sensed directed at the Watkan Tribe? No, it wasn’t that simple.
If it were only targeted at the Watkan Tribe and the southern lodes, he wouldn’t have had such a premonition.
“Can even the Wonder Building not solve it?”
“I… no…”
The Dwarf warrior lowered his head in frustration.
The event had happened so suddenly that he couldn’t grasp the details.
In fact, he was the only Dwarf warrior left out of those who had broken through…
The Strange power was far too treacherous.
Other than fire being somewhat effective against it, various other powers could hardly cause it any damage.
This resulted in The Strange, which were clearly weaker than them, being able to trap them to death…
However… the light here seemed to be able to suppress The Strange and Corruption!
“I understand.”
Looking at the large and small wounds on the Dwarf warrior and seeing the blackness clinging to the wounds slowly dissipate under the light, Lutherch nodded in understanding.
“But do not worry excessively. All of this will be resolved.”
“Now—His Holiness has arrived.”