ushernet Chapter 719
Chapter 719
Chapter 719: Chapter 105 Freya Morley Moriarty Chapter 719: Chapter 105 Freya Morley Moriarty “...Suicide?
Gloria?”
Master Yanis’s pace halted.
She turned around, her voice filled with disbelief as she asked.
“I had originally thought so.
But now that you’ve mentioned it, I can be certain—at least when she was chatting with you, she had no thoughts of dying.”
Sherlock said calmly.
Afterward, he shared the information they had just gathered from Cardinal Loki with Master Yanis.
“...Gloria was friends with Grey and Mercedes?”
Yanis murmured, “She has never mentioned this to me...
...
And she was a backup Holy Maiden; I’ve never even met her.”@@@@
“Because she was eliminated early, she didn’t have time to study aesthetics with Lady Vanhua.”
Aiwass explained, then inquired, “When did you meet her?”
“...Decades ago, or maybe a hundred years.
I can’t recall clearly.
It was during my last return to the Holy Nation, when I was organizing my teacher’s belongings.”
Yanis digested this information for a moment and instinctively replied, “I went to see Lady Lantana, and she introduced me to Gloria.”
“You didn’t mention Grey to her either, did you?” Aiwass confirmed.
“How could I dare to?”
Yanis replied with a wry smile, “We only met twice in total.
You know when I came back to the Holy Nation this time...
It was just recently.
That was when I sought her out.”
Aiwass indeed remembered.
Because the day Yanis left was too memorable—she left on New Year’s Eve, without staying for the celebrations.
And today is February 18th.
At most, it’s been less than three months.
Two and a half months ago, Gloria was still collecting material, eagerly busy with preparations for her new book.
Two and a half months later, she killed her childhood friend and then committed suicide; she Amberficated in mid-air, and when she hit the ground, she shattered.
Not just frozen in nearly permanent Amberficate but also breaking herself completely, allowing her soul to enter the Dream Realm and face total death in the Material Realm.
If an Elf becomes Amberficated, there might be a possibility for it to revert back someday.
But a shattered Elf is doomed to be reincarnated...
unless it can become the envoy of some great being, it would be ground down to create the material for a new soul.
The change was so great in just two and a half months...
It wasn’t entirely impossible.
In essence, the tree-ification disease is a hereditary condition, while Amberficate is akin to a psychological ailment for Short-Lived Species...
although this mental disease is fatal if not cured in time.
Within two months, a psychological condition that was clearly improving suddenly worsened...
This possibility can’t be excluded.
It could even happen because of the rush to publish a new book or due to too much pressure.
But would it be such a coincidence?
Aiwass tended to think not.
As soon as she felt Aiwass’s hands were very warm, she immediately put on the rimless glasses hanging around her neck.
After taking a careful look at Aiwass, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She walked over, clearly wanting to embrace Aiwass, but then stopped in time.
So she just took two steps forward, got close to Aiwass, then awkwardly smiled and stepped back, “You’ve… grown so tall.”
She extended her right hand as if wanting to touch Aiwass’s hair, but her hand drew a clumsy circle in the air and just awkwardly straightened his collar with one hand.
Then, she swung the iron helm she was carrying in her left hand beautifully in the air.
“Archbishop…”
This was when she seemed to notice Aiwass’s attire for the first time.
Freya murmured, “An Archbishop already...”
She looked at Lily behind Aiwass and went over to gently embrace her, “You must be...
Lily of the Drost Family, right?
It’s been a long time.”
Without thinking, Aiwass turned back and saw Lily’s face wore an exceptionally complex expression—he had never seen such complexity on Lily’s face, which was always gently smiling.
Lily opened her mouth, then closed it, opened her mouth, then closed it again… like a goldfish gasping for air, unable to blow bubbles or utter a word.
Even her hands, clasped behind Freya’s back, were twisted in a knot.
Her palms, clenched by her fingertips, turned blue from blood loss, yet she seemed oblivious to the strength of her own grip.
Meanwhile, as Freya hugged Lily, she still held that odd helm in her left hand, clearly unaware that she should have put it down first.
And Sherlock stood silently at the furthest distance, not uttering a word.
Clearly, he did not want to be involved.
Undoubtedly, this was a meeting for both parties that was surprising, awkward, and utterly unprepared.
Suddenly realizing something, Aiwass looked at Yanis, “Didn’t you tell Miss Freya… sister Freya?”
Didn’t you tell her that he was coming to see her—
By her actions, Freya clearly didn’t expect Aiwass to come to the Holy Nation.
It took her a long time to recognize Aiwass, which meant she probably hadn’t seen any news about him.
“Nope,”
Master Yanis shook her head decisively.
Although she knew that saying this might result in a comeuppance within twenty-four hours—she still spoke up honestly, “Because I wanted to see this scene.”
She had intended to smile.
But thinking of Gloria’s sudden death, she tried to force a smile, but couldn’t manage it.
Although they had only met twice and were acquaintances with a rather shallow relationship… as nearly age-matched Heirs of the Path of Beauty, Yanis had a quite pleasant time interacting with her.
With that in mind, Yanis said to Freya, “Oh, by the way, Freya… Gloria has died.”
“Who?”
Freya replied nonchalantly, devoid of emotion, “Never mind, we’ll talk about that later...
Everyone, please, come in and have a seat.
“Since that blockhead Yanis didn’t give me a heads-up, I haven’t prepared anything to entertain you all.”
Then she seemed to remember something, “Aiwass, do you drink?”
“Ah?”
Aiwass was somewhat taken aback, “What drink?
I can have a bit.”
“The Elixir of Immortality—it prolongs life.
Come, have a taste.”
Freya tried her best to offer a warm yet clearly inexperienced welcome to everyone.