Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1071 - 129: Skadi has pulled almost a whole group

Chapter 1071: Chapter 129: Skadi has pulled almost a whole group

"——That’s the situation."

The Silver Baron nodded, making no attempt to hide his words: "When she was here, we were gathered together, so united. It was because she left us that the Chrono-Law came to exist.

"Because we no longer have a ’King,’ we must unite to prevent slaughtering each other. We stayed apart after that because we absolutely must not quarrel or show any partiality—it’s not right for me to support him, while you support her.

"But even so, if we are together, any dispute among mortals will surely involve us... So, after the rule of the ’emperor’ who could cover up the conflicts ended, we had to separate. Until the arrival of the next emperor.

"We must cover up the strife among the True Gods with conflicts between nations. Otherwise, this world would fall into great chaos. ’The twelve True Gods must be united,’ this has also become a tacit understanding amongst us.

"However, although she has left us, Annan has arrived now— the result is still the same.

"You might not know, Annan has already contacted Endymion. Sooner or later, he will begin to reconstruct the great unified barrier—are you able to stop him?"

"Endymion... the ’Son of the Celestial Chariot’ made by the Elves’ Emperor?"

The mysterious lady frowned deeply: "Was it you who let him make contact?"

"How could that be, he was not even in Noah when he made contact. Endymion is in Winter... not far from Furnace Mountain."

The Silver Baron sighed: "That’s why I said she might have anticipated this. It was not a murder, not a sudden death. Most likely she wanted to do something.

"I increasingly feel that Annan might be her. Could it be possible... that the Faceless Poet has found her, but that guy wants to surprise us or play a prank by giving her a new appearance and bringing her back as Annan?"

"What strange things you’re saying."

The mysterious lady spoke bluntly: "Before Annan came to this world, he did not have this appearance. He was noticed by another world’s ’Faceless Poet’ for his talents and shared with this world’s ’Faceless Poet’. She is merely a bridge, and not always some mastermind behind everything."

"Just guessing... I think those old things did not come, perhaps just simply wishing not to hear my strange talk."

"As long as you are aware."

The mysterious lady retorted: "Because I do not want to listen either. You business people are all so sticky and indecisive, aren’t you? She indeed died back then, or left this world, and Annan is a completely different person from her. You must face this fact, otherwise your feelings for Annan are like treating him as a substitute—just as fake as your monocle."

"I actually am aware..."

"Enough, stop arguing, both of you—I recall the ruler here is called Earl Felix, right?"

The Faceless Poet interrupted the increasingly charged topic.

She didn’t pay attention to the Silver Baron and instead leaned toward the mysterious lady to inquire: "Shall we go find the Earl first?"

The mysterious lady crossed her arms and shook her head, her silvery-white hair adorably swaying: "No need, we’ll go straight to Furnace Mountain.

"According to information from Annan’s side, there’s a wizard directly involved in this matter. He is a student of the ’Eye of Lag,’ and had already left Frigid Wight Tower before the ritual of the person in the mirror started.

"His father is a Union Kingdom architect, his mother a painter from Noah, both followers of Yawen. I think one reason Yawen hasn’t come over is to avoid suspicion."

"Ehh... is that old man still so gentle?"

The Faceless Poet expressed disgust.

"You should say he is awkward. The old pigeon has always been this tender."

The Silver Baron, however, was indifferent to the mysterious lady’s words, but revealed a consistently mild and cheerful smile, and said with a grin: "I say, you two accompany me for a little longer... Aro has already gone to stand by. He is much more reliable than the old pigeon, surely having tidied up everything that should be, we can just go straight to visiting the grave when the time comes."

"You just wanted us to come out and play with you, didn’t you..."

The silver-haired girl let out a sigh and pointed out the essence of the matter: "That’s why they couldn’t be bothered to come."

"One of the reasons. Actually, this could also be considered a reunion of old friends. We haven’t gathered together for hundreds of years, and after the annihilation of the Elves, our interactions really just boiled down to nostalgically recalling our common old friends.

"Unfortunately... it seems that even her remains cannot bring us all together anymore."

The Silver Baron lamented, "I wonder whether Annan will be okay in the future."

"Annan will definitely be okay. Scáthach likes him too. She chose to send Annan to this world; she surely didn’t do that just to have him come here to die. Weren’t you also brought over by Scáthach back in the day?"

The mysterious lady said with unusual certainty: "So, just as you trust Scáthach; I too trust Annan. My trust in Annan is as firm as my trust in Ananke."

"You’re one to talk, your words are starting to become strange too. I don’t have such intense feelings for the Son of the Celestial Chariot; we are merely [partners]. But you treat Annan as if he were your son, which really is quite peculiar."

The Silver Baron expressed his distaste: "Annan is not your mother, nor are you his mother—in the end, there’s no real relationship between you two, right? Even the Paper Princess has a bit of a relationship with him."

"But I was the one who personally realigned his Heart of Winter. I presided over his ritual of oblivion, and I helped resurrect his body."

The mysterious lady complained discontentedly: "That’s the grace of rebirth. Rounding up, I could very well be a goddess who could have been Annan’s mother..."

"But Annan is taller than you."

"Isn’t it normal for a son to be taller than his mother? It’s not by that much."

"Also," the Faceless Poet reminded, "after Annan’s resurrection, he hasn’t seen you again. All his memories were sacrificed to Ananke... Does he even remember you?"

"——Nagging!"

The mysterious lady, instantly triggered, flew into a rage: "We were able to become friends back then, and we can do the same now! You just happened to meet him a few months earlier than I did, just a puddle of black mud... Don’t get too cocky, Suggs!"

"Ah?"

The Faceless Poet let out a strange laugh, and her body suddenly shattered, turning into a pool of thick and murky black slime, which then converged into a young girl about 1.45 meters tall, wearing clothes made of satiny black hair.

The upper half of her face was covered by a raven mask, yet her smile was exceedingly vile.

She let out a sharp and bright childish voice: "I didn’t get to know him using this appearance, you know? He watched me transform from my original form into this one, and he never grew tired of me.

"As for you—among our generation of deities, it seems you’re the only one with a psychological age forever stuck at sixteen, right? With Annan’s mature mind, it’s probably you who is being taken care of?"

"What’s it to you! You’re so mean!"

The more the mysterious lady thought about it, the angrier she became and couldn’t help but reach out to grab Suggs.

But the Faceless Poet laughed playfully and hid behind the Silver Baron. The Silver Baron showed a helpless smile on his face.

Yet, he seemed rather relaxed.

The always present gentle but fake smile on his face faded a bit. But the feeling he gave off somehow became even warmer.

—Indeed.

Perhaps only the "Son of the Celestial Chariot" could bring together deities of different identities, races, origins, and stances.

From this perspective, even if Annan wasn’t her... what difference would it make?

The Silver Baron couldn’t help but think such thoughts in his mind.