Chapter 123: [Crescendo]—The One Who Cannot Speak Her True Name
Queen Arachne had never dreamed she would have the opportunity to personally deal with her long-standing nemesis.
A faint smile touched her lips, and a torrent of blood-red silk erupted from behind her, enveloping the entire battlefield.
—Authority: “Blood Feast” Domain.
Diana had inherited her bloodline, and her Authority was just a fraction of the Queen’s.
And in her hands, the Blood Feast Domain was far more devastating.
In an instant, Bai felt her own bloodlust surge, as if it were about to be ripped from her body.
But then it stabilized, as if protected by some invisible force.
Queen Shaya had acted, discreetly. She wouldn’t allow another to steal the blood of her chosen kin.
Not only would it weaken Bai, but it would also be a slap in the face.
To be outmatched in her own domain of expertise, even if it was just her kin, was an unacceptable insult.
Meanwhile, Eleanor had activated the bracelet, Green Lolita’s consciousness merging with her own, but against the Queen’s Authority, it was like a drop of rain in a storm.
The phantom of Green Lolita, floating behind Eleanor, sneered at the Wild God.
“If we could force you into a deep slumber in ancient times, we can do it again.”
“Me, the little fox, Nimora…”
Yes, the little picture book Bai had seen in the Twilight Marsh, the story of the three little people fighting against a great calamity, the enemy had been the Wild God.
The author of the book had been Green Lolita, the little green person her.
Now, Green Lolita, through her daughter Eleanor, had returned to Solor. Although not at her peak, she was still a formidable opponent for the Queen.
“Not bad. To be able to ignore my Blood Feast Domain. As expected of the little fox,” the Queen said, turning to Eleanor. “And you… you must be the Holy Maiden of the Bewildering Forest, Eleanor? But I’ve seen you somewhere before…”
She frowned, then her eyes widened in recognition. “I remember now. That little fairy, the one who later became the prophet of the Fairy race… wait, who are you to her? Why do you look so much alike?”
The resemblance was not just in appearance, but in her aura, her very essence.
“I am…” Eleanor started to say.
Just then, she felt Green Lolita’s presence, their consciousnesses merging, a strange, wonderful synergy.
Before Eleanor could finish, Green Lolita spoke through her, her voice soft.
“She is my daughter.”
“I am—”
The one whose true name had been erased, unable to speak her own truth.
But Eleanor heard it, Green Lolita’s true name, and tears streamed down her face.
“Mother…”
A familiar, yet strange, word. She had never spoken it before.
No one had ever told her, no one knew, where she came from, who her mother was, why she had been chosen by the High Priestess to be the Holy Maiden…
She had known nothing. Only the High Priestess knew the truth. Even her Aunt Norma had only been following the High Priestess’s orders, their affection for her growing over time.
But they were not her mother.
Eleanor had always been lonely, a feeling she couldn’t quite explain, a sense of not belonging, even among her own kind.
She had often wondered who her parents were, why they had abandoned her.
“My daughter, you must remember,” Green Lolita’s voice echoed in her mind, “I did not abandon you. It was just…”
“As a prophet, I had too many… difficult choices.”
“But at least…” she looked at the Wild God, her voice a low whisper, “she never gave up.”
The Wild God Altar, in the center of the desert, now glowed with a green light.
Grotesque, terrifying vines and trees began to grow at an alarming rate, their tendrils wrapping around the crimson silk, a life-and-death struggle.
—Authority: “Life Giver,” “Frenzied Growth.”
As a fairy who wielded the power of life, and as the strongest prophet of her race, Green Lolita was a formidable warrior.
Unlike other fairies, her powers were not constrained by the environment.
She could create her own battlefield, a lush, vibrant forest, a skill she had used in ancient times to single-handedly invade the Savage Lands.
The Wild God, facing the ever-growing forest, roared, spewing a torrent of black flags, laced with the power of destruction, incinerating a large portion of the forest.
But it quickly grew back, just as strong as before.
Green Lolita’s “Life Giver” Authority had taken root, drawing upon the life force of the entire region to sustain the forest.
Although such a terrifying ability violated the fairies’ sacred creed of protecting nature, it was undeniably powerful, powerful enough for her, through Eleanor’s body and her own residual power, to take on the Wild God.
But it had its drawbacks. It was difficult to control, often resulting in indiscriminate attacks.
And its offensive power was limited.
So, its greatest strength was its resilience. As long as there was life force to draw upon, the forest was practically immortal.
And against the massive, mindless Wild God, it was incredibly effective. This was how she had defeated it in the past.
But it was only a temporary solution. The real threat was Queen Arachne.
“This trick again…” the Queen sneered, a memory of her past defeat at the hands of Green Lolita, the little fox, and Nimora flashing through her mind.
Although her memories of the little fox were sealed, she remembered Green Lolita and Nimora all too well.
“But do you think the Wild God of today is the same as the Wild God of the past? Oh well… now to deal with you, little fox.”
She turned her attention back to Bai, who, instead of retreating, was walking slowly towards her.
“You’re not running? You’re approaching me?”
“Little fox, with your current, frail body, do you really think you can defeat me?”
Bai, unfazed by her taunts, walked calmly towards her, her gaze fixed on her.
And in her pink pupils, a strange light began to glow.
