Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 875 - 139: The Opened Door

Chapter 875: Chapter 139: The Opened Door

Catherine’s worries were not unfounded; although various records showed that Warrensen was a kind person, always smiling whether he faced friends or enemies, and was rarely heard to commit any malevolent acts, the more someone in a high position behaved in this manner, the more necessary it became to remain vigilant. Moreover, his sudden, hurried arrival from his own territory without any warning was puzzling, and coupled with some previous inferences, concluding that he was somehow related to the final plan involving the Sands of Time was not odd at all.

With this mindset, although the girls were young, each one possessed a keen judgment of human nature, and from the old mage’s seemingly attentive and benevolent demeanor, they sensed a deep-seated hostility that was well concealed.

"Is his hostility really because he wants to silence us?" Vivian said, looking off into the distance at Warrensen’s retreating figure, "Could it be because our actions also affected the interests of the Kingdom of Mages, which is why he is hostile towards us?"

"He is a demigod and a lord," Catherine shook her head, "If it was just because we affected the interests of the Kingdom of Mages, he could have easily found some pretext to expel us long ago. He could have used the incident with the exploding Floating Island as a reason. The fact that he didn’t do so, and only made contact with us through his student—offering no help but also not obstructing—may indicate that he places great importance on this matter and chooses not to interfere for the sake of the bigger picture. But I’m more inclined to believe that he at least knows something, and in order to distance himself, he dares not to openly drive us away and even needs to put on a cooperative front. However, deep down, he is still very worried, fearful that our investigation might implicate him."

"Unfortunately, we have no evidence," Freya said with a pout, "Without evidence, it’s impossible to accuse him of being aware of the inhumane plan involving the Sands of Time, let alone of having any connection to it."

"But he can’t be sure of that," Catherine said with a cold laugh, "The best course of action for him would be to silence us. Dead people won’t have the chance to spread his sins. All he needs to do is use the battle between Pannis and Philarx as an opportunity to get rid of us first. If Pannis wins, he can just kill Pannis when he’s weak from the battle with Philarx, then simply pin the blame on the already dead Philarx. He would be at no risk at all. And if Philarx wins, all he has to do is return to his own territory. Heh, this really is dangerous—I didn’t expect that Master Fila had set no traps, and the danger comes from him instead."

"Even now, we still don’t have any tangible evidence," Freya sighed, "Even if he wants to kill to silence us, that’s all in his thoughts. As long as he doesn’t take any real action, we can’t accuse him of anything. However, since Mr. Muir has the backing of the Elf powerhouses, we don’t need to worry anymore. A person like him wouldn’t risk starting a war with the Elves over a slight possibility."

"Still, it’s safer to be cautious," Catherine tightened her grip on the shield under her rain cloak, "The fact that he’s still here probably means he hasn’t given up hope and wants to wait for the final outcome. Only when Pannis returns and makes him completely hopeless, will he probably leave of his own accord."

"I wonder how Pannis is doing," Lina leaned against the wall of a workshop and said wistfully, "Even though he is always hard to kill, his opponent is a master of Time Magic; there might be a way to make his immortality ineffective."

"Don’t worry, Her Majesty has said," Muir spoke, "To counter his immortality, unless Danacus truly perishes and his Divinity shatters, or someone possesses Divine Power even stronger than Danacus at that time and also has higher Divinity, it’s an impossible task. So don’t worry; your Pannis will definitely be able to return unless..."

"Unless what?" Lina’s beautiful eyebrows arched slightly, and the crescent mark on her brow also fluctuated, "Are there other dangerous possibilities?"

"Unless Philarx has the ability to exile him beyond the confines of time, where although he wouldn’t be dead, he’d never be able to return," Muir shook his head and said, "But there’s no need to consider these things. That is beyond the limits of the mortal world, and even deities cannot do it. If Philarx could achieve that, he would have already become a deity and wouldn’t need to plunder time in the mortal world at all."

"That’s a relief," Lina lowered her head to thank the deities with a square drawn in front of her chest. Suddenly, she looked up in surprise and said, "Eh, is this, is this, does this mean..."

In everyone’s perception, the Magic Tower’s energy pool, which had been continuously delivering intense energy, suddenly returned to calmness and began to slowly draw power from the leyline energy once more. This indicated that the master of the Magic Tower was no longer absorbing energy from the pool, which in turn signaled that the battle was drawing to an end, or had even concluded completely.

However, the great door of the Magic Tower remained firmly shut, the silence inside was fear-inducing. There were neither sounds nor energy fluctuations, making it impossible to determine who had ultimately emerged victorious.

Although everyone wanted to know the final outcome, no one dared to enter the Magic Tower, not even the demigod Warrensen. In case the battle had not truly ended, a rash entry could provoke simultaneous attacks from the two demigods, which for anyone, could be described as a catastrophic blow.

"Huff, huff, huff," Catherine clenched the hands of both Lina and Vivian tightly, and the sweat in the palms was indistinguishable as to who it belonged to. The breathing of the five girls became hurried, their eyes fixated on the door of the Magic Tower, their hearts incessantly praying to the deities they believed in, hoping that the familiar figure would reappear within the door.

With a "rattle", the Magic Tower’s door moved slightly, opening a crack inward. In that moment, the girls’ hearts all suspended, with Vivian even childishly averting her eyes, not daring to watch the door that was slowly opening. But unable to contain her anticipation, she stole glances at the door of the Magic Tower at a rate of once per second.

Not just her, even Ava, who resembled a doll, was acting unusually. She suddenly covered her forehead with both hands, underneath which, The Third Eye, opening automatically due to extreme inner tension, forced her to use her hands as a cover.

The door was finally pulled completely open, and accompanied by slow footsteps, a figure emerged from the darkness behind the door. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, recommend tickets, and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)