Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 394 - 262nd - : Wish

Chapter 394: 262nd Chapter: Wish

"Maya, do you hear that? That’s the sound of the audience cheering," the girl standing next to the cat girl said with some excitement, seemingly more fond of these noisy sounds than her uneasy companions, who were praying amidst their anxiety.

Maya did not choose to pray; shamans didn’t literally worship anything. In this era, the vast majority of known spirits had decayed under the temptation and corruption of Chaos, and shamans had begun to rely on nature as a whole.

This meant that only the most talented shamans could grow, and the vast majority of shaman apprentices spent their entire lives without becoming a true shaman.

"Maya, what’s wrong?" Her companion’s call brought Maya back from her wandering thoughts: "What is it?"

"Aren’t you excited? Just think, there are tens of thousands of spectators waiting outside for us, at least one-fourth of The Capital’s residents came here. If there were some spell formation broadcasting our battle outside, then those who see us would definitely be more than a quarter!"

"I don’t think there’s anything good about being watched by so many people," Maya finished speaking and moved her left wrist a little, the World Tree Sapling, ’Melo,’ that her brother lent her was coiled around her wrist.

In today’s battle, Maya would keep her eyes fixed on that human, and if he hadn’t abandoned his so-called way of battle, she would definitely... also have to kill him.

She wouldn’t let her teammates face danger, nor would she allow their blood to be spilled by a cruel murderer. Since he thought that everything in this world could die by his hand to fulfill his way of battle, then Maya also had to kill him.

"Everyone has to pay the price for their choices," Maya muttered.

Her friend didn’t hear clearly, but she did hear the sound of the corridor’s hatch opening in front of them.

"Maya! Time to go!" She patted Maya’s shoulder, noticing that her friend had changed into a different outfit today.

Touching it felt incredibly thick and heavy, but when lifting the hem, it was weightless.

Ah, today’s Maya looked so cute.

Her friend had a joyful smile on her face, then a tail hit her, awakening her. She didn’t realize she had spoken her thoughts out loud.

"We have to go," Maya looked at her companion.

"Here it comes, here it comes, ah, don’t swing your tail in front of me, it will distract me!"

Maya looked at her teammate uneasily, starting to wonder if letting her stroke her tail was the right thing to do.

Humans are such a strange race, to become senile in an instant, she thought to herself.

......

"Maiseer, remember, don’t act rashly today. Think about our Mendel, His Excellency the Bishop. The price he paid for you, becoming a shepherd is already a grace by our Lord," the captain said and patted the mage’s head: "Do you understand?"

The boy remained silent.

"I asked if you understand! Maiseer! For the sake of His Excellency Mendel! Stop causing trouble! His Excellency Malin will also be at the event today! I don’t want him killing our mentor like slaughtering a chicken because of you!"

"... I understand," the boy took a deep breath.

"Good, Maiseer, remember, a single mistake is an expected part of growth, but repeating the same mistake is just stupidity," after finishing, the captain walked to the front, looking at the open hatch: "Let’s go!"

The boy followed his teammates out of the corridor, the first thing he saw was the vast stadium, the stands packed with spectators. There were even more people present watching the elimination round in person, compared to the preliminary qualifications; the transmission through newspapers and word of mouth was no longer satisfactory for them.

Humans really are a strange species, he thought; it’s a competition where there can only be one champion, yet they talk about friendship first, the crossbow arrows have been blunted, swords exchanged for wooden ones, and even mages are required to use low-damage spells for their spell formations.

How can the victor of such a child’s play of a competition ever be a true champion?

Although Maiseer detested this type of competition and instinctively didn’t want to obey the captain’s commands, thinking of His Excellency Mendel... Maiseer remembered he was picked up from a group of refugees by the old man.

By that time, his father had already died, his mother was hanging on by a thread, and the city had perished in the slaughter of Chaos. Maiseer fled the city with others and then ran to the Central Administrative Province. His father had said there was an uncle in the capital, but Maiseer didn’t know the man nor his name—His Excellency Mendel had asked around for him, but in the entire Capital, there was no family named Henshel.

In the end, Maiseer became a Mage Apprentice at the Church of the War God.

His Excellency had already made such a great sacrifice; Maiseer felt that no matter what, he shouldn’t let that sacrifice be made in vain.

Playing house with children, truly the greatest stain of his life.

......

"Are you coming to watch the little monkeys perform?" Sitting in the highest-level suite, the tiny pansao cat person Divine Master Ollie glanced at the door being opened by one of her own kind.

The latter nodded: "I’ve heard about that Malin fellow. The Divine Master sent me here, saying that Fate is guiding a member of the Rasmussen family like me towards the world of humans." The tall male pansao cat person, wearing flat glasses and with long white hair, glanced around the box: "Mister Malin isn’t here?"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.