nally across from them."We are from the Krell Empire."A graceful maiden with a noble air nodded politely. Her demeanor exuded elegance and humility, her long brown hair as smooth and silky as satin.Bu...Chapter 250: Huberlian's Wonderful Adventure

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Aetheria, Kingdom of the North.

Sunlight filtering through the dense canopy danced with the golden dust particles suspended in the air, bathing the forest's morning in a soft glow. As the early mist gradually dissipated, the city-state slowly awoke.

The royal city of Garderia seamlessly blends with its surrounding enchanting forests and lakes. Whether it's the architectural style, urban planning, or the lifestyle of its residents, a harmonious relationship with nature is evident. It retains its natural beauty while showcasing the ingenuity of modern craftsmanship.

People on the street began to bustle, with messengers astride giant avian mounts hurrying past, their light armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Water flows gently through wooden channels, winding its way through every corner of this city, nourishing the land.

In this vast country, filled with inclusivity, one can see residents of vastly different appearances and ethnicities along the way, yet they do not find it surprising.

Aethelstan was a federation of kingdoms made up of diverse races, which inherently set their culture in opposition to the Protoss Empire.

Although magical engineering is not as advanced as Protos', in terms of raw magic and martial prowess, they boast a deep well of tradition and diverse array of magical scripts. This gives them formidable combat capabilities, making them one of the few nations in the North Continent capable of directly confronting the Protos Empire.

In the depths of this city, beside a clear lake surrounded by trees, stands a towering temple.

The original serene sky above the temple suddenly trembled with a slight vibration. A low humming sound followed, growing louder as it went. With the sound intensifying, a medium-sized passenger airship slowly descended from the sky. Its wings beat, stirring up fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

At last, the flying dragon landed steadily in the distance before the temple. Several figures leaped from its back.

The high priest's robe was pure white, with golden embroidery along the edges. He walked ahead, leading the way.

And behind him followed an executioner clad in heavy armor and a red cloak, and a knight in shining silver armor.

The three of them clearly held positions of importance within the church. As they arrived, passing clergy greeted them, but all showed particular respect to the last guest who joined them.

Miss Huberley, we are taking you to see the Saint.

The priest spoke with reverence.

> "...."

Hubert looked at the temple with a complex expression.

At this moment, she has long shed her disguise and returned to her original silver hair and amber eyes.

"Oh, well."

Huberley sighed and followed the three old friends into the magnificent temple.

To explain why he ended up staying with the three of them on the northern continent, we have to start with that shipwreck.

Hubley never expected her and Lance's North Continent journey to be so off course. She ended up being swept into the disaster zone, forcing her to detour around it before arriving directly at the border of the Athersil Kingdom.

At first, she was suspected by the local residents of being a stowaway or spy from the Protoss Empire. Fortunately, she was good at escaping and quickly got rid of the guards.

Then, learning about the bizarre versions of events in North Continent now, she realized that someone without an identity like herself would find it even harder to get by in the Kingdom of Aethelran.

So she simply went straight to the Temple of the Goddess of Fate in the border city-state, requesting an audience with the three deities.

The three of them are now quite famous in the Kingdom of Aethelran, it seems that after that Shadow Realm incident they not only rose to the Sixth Rank, but also became the main force for purging cults within the kingdom.

With the help of a border town church official they contacted, the three friends of the Southern Continent spirit guide came to the border town overnight after hearing about it.

Upon finding Hublian, they invited her to the temple of the Goddess of Destiny in the capital city of Atherslayn.

Apart from arranging for her formal identity in the Asteria Kingdom, it is said there is also a command from the Saintess.

The saint wants to meet this half-demon.

Now, Saintess-sama, why have you summoned me

Walking through the temple, Hypatia asked rather nervously.

Only the sound of her footsteps echoing in the vast hall filled her with unease.

She always worried that it was Ranchi’s karma that was too much... The saint would come to settle accounts with her…

"Rest assured, Holy Maiden. She merely heard that you were a half-demon with silver hair and amber eyes, so she instructed us to bring you to meet her."

The priest still spoke as gently as ever.

That's good.

Huberlian now looked at the three of them, feeling they had become normal again. This was a symptom of Rancid's late stage — appearing to be recovered.

If it weren't for Ranch being scapegoated, she wouldn't be able to carry this heavy burden.

I wonder how the mastermind, Ranch himself, is doing.

Huperlyan worries all day long.

The great love poet also comforted her, saying that Lan Qi was certainly fine. After all, if Lan Qi died, the great love poet would also perish with him.

There is a poet with great love on her person, she can always find Lan Chi, as long as she is within a certain distance, the poet with great love can sense Lan Chi. However, if Lan Chi is now in the Protoss Empire, she doesn't know how to get in.

Four people walked along the solemn space inside the temple. Sunlight, changing between light and shadow, shone in through the colored glass dome from time to time, forming patches of colorful lights and shadows.

The stone pillars surrounding the main hall rise high, each adorned with exquisite carvings that tell tales of ancient times.

Finally, they arrived at a giant door deep within the temple.

The gate's stone seemed to be woven from pure white jade and deep gray stones. Even before stepping inside, one could feel the cool air emanating from within.

The priest at the gate bowed to the three clerics and Hyberlian, then knocked on the stone door.

"Lady Saint, Miss Huberlianna has arrived."

Come in.

From inside the door, a soft voice drifted out, carrying a hint of frost.

Huberlyan quickly bid farewell to the three priests, and pushed open the rather heavy door.

The massive hall before me, several meters high, resembled a meticulously crafted private library. The walls on all sides were lined with religious texts.

And in the very center of the room, on the sofa in the meeting area, sat a woman with silver hair and eyes.

Her features were as flawless and sculpted as a masterpiece, her posture as graceful as a spirit under the moonlight. Only her breathing betrayed that she was not a perfect work of art, but a living being.

What surprised Huberlian the most was that she wasn't wearing any disguise. Even if someone might be unsure of this saint's race, Huberlian saw it at a glance —

The Saintess is also a half-demon. She has no horns on her head, the only demon characteristic she has is her slightly pointed ears.

However, Huberly had never seen such a beautiful demon. She seemed more like a snow fairy than a devil.

Many years ago, before I became a Saint of the Goddess of Fate, they called me the Ice Snow Witch. I was once a Great Demon as well.

As if she had seen Huberlian's confusion, she said calmly.

Although the saint's eyes were filled with pride and coldness, as if to push everyone away a thousand miles, there was also a deep tenderness hidden within them that made Huberlyan momentarily put her heart at ease.

"Saintess-sama, is there something you need from me"

Huberley got straight to the point, "As long as it has nothing to do with Ranch."

Before that, I have a question.

The Snow Queen gazed upon Huberlian,

"What is your relationship with Efatya, or Talya"

(The End)

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