Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1211 - 323 Pannis’s Smile

Chapter 1211: Chapter 323 Pannis’s Smile

"Ah, you see our purpose, it should be to comply with the Oracle," Pannis still sat lazily by the Fire Pit, speaking leisurely, "Under the command of the Deity of death, you would come out to see us, am I right?"

"Eh?" Matilda covered her mouth in surprise, "Lord Kyle, how did you guess?"

"It’s quite simple. Although you said before that you believe we would not harm you, who are part of a neutral faction, that’s only one of the reasons you came out to face us. It could explain why you dared to come out but not why you needed to come out. In other words, I can’t imagine why you need to reveal your presence to us now. Of course, delivering wine to us could be considered your purpose, if you were only representing yourself, it’s not impossible that you acted impulsively to give us wine. However, you represent not just yourself. By revealing your presence, you’ve also exposed the existence of the other three of your comrades. Considering your relationship with them, you wouldn’t act so rashly just because of an impulse. Therefore, you must be shouldering some other purpose, one that even the other three who don’t trust us like you do would accept. Once I figured this out, the rest was easy. The only reason that the other three would accept under these circumstances would likely be an instruction from your Deity. Only His will could make the other three, who don’t trust us as much as you do, agree without any hesitation for you to come out and meet us. I’m not mistaken, am I?"

"Your guess is indeed correct, Lord Kyle," Matilda said respectfully, "Yes, I indeed received my Lord’s entrustment to reveal our existence to you and additionally, to deliver a message from my Lord to you."

"A message? Heh, there have been several Undead before who conveyed the Grimreaper’s message through us," Pannis’ smile contained a hint of sarcasm, "They told me the war is not over yet. What do you want to tell me this time? Hopefully, it’s not the same message."

"It’s not," Matilda hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, "My Lord says that His forces are ready to launch a counter-offensive on the Yarran World at any moment. The terror of death will spread across the entire Yarran Continent."

"Go on, don’t worry," Pannis didn’t display any anger, and the girls also maintained calm expressions. Pannis encouraged her, "We know that whatever follows won’t be pleasant to hear, but we also know that you are just the messenger and we won’t hold it against you."

"Thank you, my lord," Matilda whispered uneasily, "In my Lord’s exact words, ’When you rudely invaded my world at my weakest, causing me severe injury, you must be punished. Now, the woman who hurt me the most has received her due punishment due to the completion of the ceremony. Her soul will eternally suffer torment. Next, it’s your turn. Rest assured, I will not let you die easily; I want you to live forever under the curse of eternal life, watching everything you hold dear slowly destroyed by my children—the death of your loved ones, friends, and the world you care about, one by one. In the end, only you will be left alone in a world covered by death. You and that woman, one of you will endure eternal suffering in spirit, and the other will suffer the torment of loneliness and eternal life in the flesh. For the two of you who offended me, these are the most fitting punishments.’"

"Is that all?" Pannis looked at Matilda, who was nervous, and lightly chuckled, "Is there anything else?"

"That’s all," Matilda spoke softly, "I’m sorry, Lord Kyle."

"Don’t look so downcast, Matilda," Pannis shook his head, "The next time you pray, pass my words along to him. Tell him not to underestimate the beings of this era too much. He had it easy last time because everyone was unprepared. But this time, all beings have made the most thorough preparations. If he intends to devour this world, a single Death’s Gate is probably not enough. Moreover, if we nearly made him fall again last time when we were unprepared, then this time, with our adequate preparations, we can certainly cause his complete demise. Heh, the mightiest of the Triclops could do it—does he truly believe no one in this era can achieve the same? So, let him indulge in his delusions for the time being. When he falls, he will naturally realize that reopening Death’s Gate was the most foolish act he has done in years."

"Is it really okay to reply to my Lord like this?" Matilda seemed strangely worried, "Wouldn’t it be better to be more diplomatic?"

"No, not a single word should be changed," Pannis spoke seriously, "If you truly want to help us, then relate my words exactly as I’ve said to your Deity."

"Alright, I understand," Matilda’s expression showed hesitation, and she took a deep look at the wine bottle still being toyed with in Pannis’ hand, then sighed softly, "Then I shall relay your message to my Lord. Besides, if you all wish to rest, our temple welcomes you to find respite within. The temple’s doors are always open to all of you."

"That won’t be necessary," Pannis unexpectedly stood up upon hearing Matilda’s readiness to leave, approached the ghoul lady, and spoke in a voice for them alone, "One last confirmation, your coming out to speak to us was at the behest of the Deity, correct?"

"Yes," Matilda bowed her head, "In compliance with my Lord’s will."

"However, bringing this bottle of wine was your own will," Pannis’ voice grew even lower, "This act wasn’t inspired by the Deity, and could even be against His wishes, right?"

"Yes, my lord," Matilda suddenly looked up, her eyes, which were somewhat dim before, now brightened as she nodded vigorously, "Could it be that you have already..."

"Hehehe, then I understand," Pannis’ smile curved into a mysterious grin as he casually patted Matilda on the head, "I think I’ve grasped your intentions. Little one, thank you. I’ll graciously accept your kind gesture. Rest assured, there will come a day when we shall meet again. Then, we can put aside the burdens we carry and have a proper chat."

"Yes," Matilda bowed her head, suddenly overcome with an urge to cry, whether because she had conveyed her purpose to the other party, or due to the touch that felt exactly the same as a hundred years ago.