Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 380 God and Shard

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"Two tents, you mean..."

Miss Feliana looked at her two students, her expression richening at this moment, no longer that terrible numbness.

Shard observed Miss Feliana's face, and even though her lips were pale and her complexion ill, that unique charm of hers was something ordinary people could never possess.

"In my time, I paid with a bottle of Merman's Elixir of Immortality, found the Guiding Light Hermitage, and then obtained the incomplete ritual materials. This is an exceedingly dangerous God Summoning Ritual, you have forgotten one thing, actually, the ritual has already begun."The fire illuminated the faces of the four "people", Shard's slow and deep voice still inquiring. The crackling bonfire caused everyone's shadows to sway. Four people in four directions, three dark shadows stretched off into the distance, only the shadow of the Tree Witch under the tree was cast upon the trunk of the tall ancient tree:

"Miss Feliana, you said you lost a large batch of ritual materials, so can you confirm that the materials are lost and not already consumed?"@@@@

The witch couldn't answer; her memory also started to become confused here.

"Miss Feliana, you said the ritual requires a witch with natural, temporal, and spatial powers to participate, and you prepared powerful relics as substitutes for the witch, but the relic's powers were absorbed by the forest. Can you be sure that the relics' power was absorbed, rather than the ritual having already begun?"

They still couldn't answer.

"Who is it?"

Miss Feliana's lips wriggled.

"It certainly isn't you, you are a real existing person, there's no doubt about that, I once doubted this lady."

Shard pointed to the Moon Witch, who looked back at him with a hint of confusion.

It seemed as though Shard's arrival brought new strength to the witches. As he spoke, the numb souls were beginning to regain their vitality.

"I doubted you because the ritual requires a witch with natural powers, the Tree Witch's presence makes sense. But then I asked... something, and she told me, the original position of the librarian, like us, is moon... From your era to ours, most librarians, are moon."

Shard looked towards the Tree Witch, who sat under the tree trunk, watching him with a serene smile.

Shard bowed slightly in respect:

However, he was relieved that this time he wasn't referred to as "child from the future."

"So it's all clear now, Miss Feliana," you've completed the first part of the ritual, and now what is missing is the second part."

Shard shook the "Draleon Ancient Fairy Tales Collection" in his hand:

"'Kiss of the Tree,' the second step of the ritual is this."

The Moon Witch, sitting opposite a deity, was struck with fear, frozen and at a loss. Miss Feliana, like Shard, respectfully greeted the deity and then quietly moved closer to her student.

Shard flipped the book open to the chapter of "Kiss of the Tree":

"This version of the story is very interesting. Princess Tawel coexisted with the ancient tree and ultimately entered the door in the tree trunk, acquiring the ancient tree's power. The ritual is now clear, we need to let the princess enter this great tree to complete the final God Summoning Ritual."

"Yes, that's right."

Miss Feliana said hesitantly, as if she remembered something.

"But I am curious, forgive me, deity of bygone days, is the story of the 'Kiss of the Tree' a ritual, and is it also a tale that you have lived? Is the ancient tree that gave Princess Tawel power in the story... the Father of the Infinite Tree?"

Shard kept a puzzled expression on his face while the deity smiled at him. The wind blew across the clearing, rustling the tree canopy overhead. It was so tranquil that when the "witch" beneath the tree spoke, her serene voice almost blended into the silent night:

"What you really want to know is whether I am a mortal who became a deity."

They looked at each other—him at her, her at her, her at him.

The Moon Witch looked at Shard in shock, Miss Feliana shook her head and closed her eyes, and Shard did not get an answer from the face of the founder of the Academy while the deity watched all.

It was as if the witch's song still echoed here.

[Please call our names softly, please ask your doubts~]

It was she who sang softly in his ear.