Chapter 150: Iona’s Commentary Diary (5)

Anyway, by the point Ionas notoriety had unfold throughout the complete now-extinct Nerthia Kingdom.

-An Evil God descended.

The Nice Conflict started.

Considering so, I acquired goosebumps and felt as if somebody was watching me.

I appeared round simply in case, however all I noticed was a big portrait of Iona.

Was it my creativeness?

I suppose I learn too intently.

However there was no time to catch my breath. I needed to learn all of the remaining content material earlier than Iona arrived.

Because of my glorious reminiscence, I may recall any content material Id seen as soon as, so I elevated the velocity of flipping via the pages.

Rustle.

-The Evil God is overturning the complete Eurelia Continent.

In entrance of violence that’s divine in itself, each I and the Lord have been nothing however kids.

Many fought in opposition to it and died, or surrendered and have become cultists.

What ought to we do?

Whether or not we should always maintain hiding or run elsewhere was being mentioned.

An envoy from the Levantin Empire arrived.

-Human Alliance.

No matter race or previous grudges, it was an alliance shaped solely to defeat the Evil God.

It appeared that the Nerthia Kingdom had already joined the alliance.

We determined to affix as effectively.

Any longer, we may solely drink human blood if mutual consent was achieved However nonetheless, having the ability to stroll underneath the solar once more was one thing.

The Francesca Clan wasnt obsessive about blood like others, so it wasnt an enormous demerit.

In fact, dealing with the Evil God was terrifying.

Fortunately, that half was stated to be taken care of by a newly emerged hero.

Our clans job was simply to forestall the cultists from hindering the hero.

That a lot was solely inside {our capability}.

As all the time, the Lords judgment would show to be proper.

-I met my sister Ayla in probably the most sudden place.

The Prince of the Levantin Empire, the King of Nerthia, and Lord Francesca.

Throughout a celebration discussing the alliances membership and future plans, the Crown Prince of Nerthia abruptly launched Ayla as his servant.

He stated he discovered Ayla trapped underground through the technique of retaking and restoring a fort destroyed within the struggle.

Understanding I had grow to be fairly well-known, the Crown Prince guessed there was some connection between Ayla and me and instantly took her underneath his safety.

It appeared like he was attempting to earn factors with me, who was virtually the second-in-command of the clan, because the Francesca Clans becoming a member of of the alliance was a sizzling subject at the moment

However what did it matter? The essential factor was that I met Ayla once more.

I won’t know our start mother and father, however I had no unhealthy emotions in direction of Ayla.

The one factor we would share was a way of solidarity for having endured our mother and father dog-like behaviors.

I hoped to get together with Ayla like we used to.

The Crown Prince stated he would prepare a non-public assembly for us.

That was one thing to be glad about.

-Ayla didnt inform me what had occurred over the previous 10 years, however I may guess it to some extent.

Ayla she was rather a lot like me. They should have considered utilizing her as my alternative.

If I hadnt met the Lord, I might have been in the identical scenario as Ayla.

I steered we reside collectively, however she declined, saying she wished to repay the Crown Princes kindness by staying a bit longer as his servant.

Did she just like the Crown Prince?

It didnt seem to be it will finish effectively. No royal household would take a lady who had been anothers plaything for 10 years as a spouse, even when she was my sister.

In fact, Ayla would know this higher than I do.

I simply smiled and supported Aylas alternative.

-After becoming a member of the alliance, we started to conflict with the forces of the Evil God in earnest.

Because of the help from different allied nations within the rear, we have been in a position to fend off the assaults with none issues.

Ayla, being the Crown Princes servant and my sister, performed a pivotal position as a mediator.

Initially, Ayla appeared as if she was about to die quickly, however as time handed, her expression brightened.

I used to be relieved. Perhaps it was because of speaking concerning the Lord each time we met?

Since he had all the time launched into pleasant adventures, there have been many fascinating tales to share.

For some purpose, each time I met with Ayla, the Crown Prince stored intervening

What was sure was that the Lord, nonetheless respiration, used his final power to rescue me, as powerless as I used to be.

And he died comforting me, saying it wasnt my fault.

Solely that was sure.

The Lords physique, by no means dropping his smile till the final second, burned and rapidly changed into ashes.

The ashes, blown by the wind, slipped hopelessly via my fingers, regardless of how a lot I attempted to carry onto them.

Nonetheless, one thing that didnt scatter remained.

The gem necklace the Lord all the time wore as a result of he favored its coloration.

Was it initially a transparent crystal that had been stained darkish pink with the Lords blood?

I hung the Lords final legacy round my neck, reminding myself.

Now, I used to be Francesca.

I used to be the one Francesca.

What the?

Abruptly, an excessive amount of info was flooding in, making my head spin.

I knew Ionas clan was annihilated by cultists.

Nevertheless it was not due to the struggle, however because of a betrayal by her sister?

And that sisters title was Ayla? From the circumstances, it appeared like she turned a devotee of narrow-minded usurpation.

I keep in mind there was a excessive priestess named Ayla among the many devotees of narrow-minded usurpation.

Cardinal. Ayla was being noticed.

In H&A, her title was solely talked about, not truly showing as a boss.

So, I hadnt been paying a lot consideration to her

Ah. May it actually be the identical particular person? How may a human from over 300 years in the past nonetheless be alive now?

Neither Iona nor Iris belonged to a long-living species.

Even when one turned a excessive priest of an Evil God, until they have been an apostle, they couldnt escape the move of time.

Even the divine orders would change their pope about each 100 years.

That meant they lived longer than others, however solely to that extent.

Howeverthe identical title and order bothered me an excessive amount of.

May it actually be another person? If it was the identical particular person, then the particular person Iona was searching for

Whereas briefly following this practice of ideas

Clomp, clomp.

The sound of small footsteps exterior the door snapped me out of my reverie.

Had Iona returned already? No, contemplating how a lot time had handed, it wasnt already. I simply didnt discover as a result of I used to be too centered on studying.

As this thought reached me, my physique moved.

I attempted to return the pocket book I used to be holding to as near its unique angle as attainable and rapidly appeared round.

There was nowhere to cover. What sort of lab solely had desks and experimental instruments?

Luckily, there wasnt solely no method out.

This desk. As unnecessarily massive because it was, it appeared to have a large empty area beneath.

I had no time to hesitate. Because the doorknob turned, I rapidly hid underneath the desk.

Click on.

Hmmm~ Hmmmm~

Iona returned to the lab, buzzing via her nostril shortly after.

Though I used to be blocking my presence with the robes skill, somebody as expert as Iona would possibly detect it.

Considering Id be caught if Iona sensed something odd, I centered my thoughts on my magic.

It wasnt nearly blindly hiding. I wanted to mix in with the environment as naturally and ordinarily as attainable.

Did it work?

Luckily, Iona didnt discover me and sat down on the desk.

Eh, effectively

However the sense of satisfaction didnt final lengthy.

The sight of the pale, pushed-forward calves made me understand one thing was improper.

Sneaking right into a professors lab, peeking at a diary, and now hiding underneath a desk to spy on calves?

Was thisright?

It didnt seem to be it.

Drip.

A bead of chilly sweat trickled down my backbone.

Im going loopy.