ushernet Chapter 390: 404 Gratitude and Respect
Chapter 390: 404 Gratitude and Respect
Chapter 390: Chapter 404 Gratitude and Respect
“In my memory, we were about to see the Mother of Demons lift her veil one second, and the next second it was as if we woke up from a nightmare and found ourselves in a completely different place,” the Scholar looked pensive as he spoke to Lancelot, “So we actually did see the true terror of Cang Ye, only to lose that memory because it was too horrifying, before finding ourselves in a state of Eternal Stasis, is that right?”
“Yes,” Lancelot nodded, “All of us turned into flat silhouettes and were hung in the Mother of Demons’ gallery of living things.”
“What happened after that?” Alamir asked curiously, “Who saved us?”
“Tijana found me using this,” Lancelot showed them the emblem of Twin Bridges Town as he spoke to the group, “She used an Unbinding Spell on me, which allowed me to regain my freedom a few hours before the rest of you, but I realized that there was one person missing from the painting...”
“Ulgog brought me directly here and subjected me to all sorts of torture for a full twelve hours,” Elothysia glared at the hilt of Frostslash with anger, “Luckily, Lancelot and Clone Well eventually came, and together we dealt with that devil...”
“Wait a minute, devil?” Kalalin immediately noticed something odd in the Succubus’s words, “Who are you talking about? Ulgog?”
...
“Exactly,” Lancelot nodded, “If you think about it, there were quite a few clues hinting at its identity, like the well-organized office, the unusually high discipline of the Demon Legion, but we overlooked them all.”
“Why does big sis look... even better than before?” Little Isa asked Elothysia quietly, her eyes filled with curiosity, “How did you do it? I really want to...”
“Lancelot has a special power that can enhance Abyssal creatures, which you should have seen, right?” the Succubus Paladin explained, “But using this ability takes a great toll on him, and it’s not something that should be used on you.”
“I see...” the little vampire sighed discontentedly, “They say once you become an Undead, your body stops developing... I’m so envious of your and Tijana’s figure...”
“Thank you, Lancelot,” came Acheron’s voice from one side, and the group turned to see the Elf Prince bowing with his former subordinates to the Human Knight, “Not only did you save me, but you also brought me back together with two precious friends. Words cannot express my gratitude...”
“The credit isn’t all mine,” Lancelot gestured with his mouth towards Elothysia standing nearby.
“That was the most splendid Evilbane Slash I have ever seen,” Talasher Morningstar bowed deeply to the Succubus Paladin, “The prince has told us more about your deeds, and even compared with the greatest heroes of legend, you stand undiminished. My utmost respect, milady.”
“You flatter me,” Elothysia returned the gesture a bit embarrassedly, “Without my companions’ help, I fear I would have died many times over.”
“And our gratitude as well.”
Another group of Elves approached, the warriors known as the Monsoon Brotherhood. Contrary to Lancelot’s expectations, these supposed ancient Protectors were all following an elderly looking Elf leader.
“Sir Lancelot, Miss Elothysia, and all you noble warriors,” the old Elf spoke with frail but graceful composure, “I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself. I am Quirion Landale...”
“Landale the Great Elder?” Acheron’s surprised voice interrupted, “One of the earlier leaders of the Protectors, the first Speaker of the Council of Five? The Aira of Androlina have been extolling your name all this time; we thought you perished in that battle at Eskodel along with him...”
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