Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 45 Omibella (Second update! Please vote!)

Altaïr followed Cleos once again through the simple fortifications of the Dusk People built of huge stones and walked towards the territory of the Brown Elves. On the way, the two passed by many Brown Elves, who did not act unnatural in front of Cleos, but instead smiled and greeted each other.

"You seem quite popular."

Altaïr hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke to the other party in his not-so-fluent Elvish.

"It's okay. The most popular one is of course Lord Badhair."

Kleers shook his head in a simple manner. "The way we reproduce is similar to that of the brown elves. Both parents pray to the Father God and perform a spiritual fusion ceremony. Therefore, our two races can intermarry. The specific race of offspring is determined by the parents after negotiation and by adjusting the proportion of their separated souls."

It sounds a bit random... like these are random rules set up to make this world work?
Altaïr responded outwardly, but in fact he was already thinking about the corresponding representation.

If Omybella's prophecy was correct, then why did Rune win the war in the end? Altaïr frowned and pondered. In this world, the two outsiders who participated in this incident were me and Vinata, but in the war outside, who were the two outsiders? What role did they play?
Furthermore, to the Kingdom of Twilight, Vinata and I from the Kingdom of Loen are visitors from an "other world". So, to the God of War who is an indigenous inhabitant, where is that "other world"?

There are too many similar doubts... In comparison, the second and third prophecies are easier to understand. Altaïr frowned and pondered. Sister Vesper saw the scene of dusk falling, which is also a way to make dusk spread all over the earth; moreover, the camp of the Feysac army has indeed been set up outside Backlund. What is more interesting is the fourth point, that is, "the goddess will lose her authority"...

Altaïr thought carefully about the recent changes in the Church of the Goddess. He remembered that when he used moon flowers as a prayer offering, he no longer received a response. As a self-taught mystic, he also had a certain understanding of these changes, but he had not thought about it in this way before.

Could it be that the goddess used the power of the moon to make a deal with the Earth Mother, causing the other party to turn against the God of War and attack him at a critical moment, which led to the fall of the God of War? This somewhat blasphemous idea popped up in Altaïr's mind, but he quickly overturned it.

In the end, the God of War clearly had the upper hand, and his army had already reached Backlund. As long as the Mother Goddess cooperated with the God of War to kill the Goddess, it would be unlikely that the God of War would refuse to give him the authority over the moon. So why would he betray his nominal son?
In addition, another reason that made Altaïr's denial even more resolute was Badhair's description of the erosion. Since the mother-son relationship could anchor their consciousness and prevent the other party from falling into the risk of losing control, maintaining a relationship with the God of War was also something that could bring practical benefits to Omybella.

Believe in the power of the gods, but don't believe in their mercy... Altaïr silently repeated this proverb in his heart. Even if Omybella really didn't take the mother-son relationship seriously, she couldn't risk damaging her own power by doing such a useless thing. This was not in line with common sense.

While Altaïr was daydreaming, his steps did not slow down at all, and the two soon arrived in front of a tent with a completely different architectural style. This tent was a dome-shaped building made of vines that grew out of thin air on the ground, and it was covered with various brightly colored fruits and flowers that Altaïr could not name.

"My mistress is inside. I won't go in." Clios nodded to Altaïr, then turned and left.

Altaïr took a deep breath and walked into the huge tent.

What hit her face was a refreshing plant fragrance. It was not the fragrance of any specific plant, but a mixture of all the scents that could bring joy. The giant queen was reclining on the huge couch in the middle of the tent, surrounded by twelve incense burners made of crystal and tree stumps that were emitting fragrance.

There was a long staircase and a thin, translucent curtain between the two of them. The curtain seemed to have the effect of isolating the spirits. Altaïr could not see the state of the person inside, and only heard a gentle and lazy voice coming from the curtain. Even so, the voice contained a well-concealed sense of majesty, and people did not dare to overstep their boundaries because of her state.

God is indeed a god... Even though this is just an independent spiritual reflection, without the status of a real body, and is only equivalent to Sequence 4, it still makes Altaïr, who is already equivalent to Sequence 5 "Guardian", awed.

"Hello, visitor from the outside world."

Before Altaïr could say anything, she spoke. She spoke slowly, but always managed to get the final word before Altaïr was ready to speak.

"No need to be so polite...just drink this first."

A vine suddenly grew out from the dome, with a wine glass-shaped calyx at the tip, containing a cup of golden, viscous liquid like nectar.

"This is a potion that provides language protection. It will remain effective even if you leave here. Once you drink this, you will immediately be able to master several languages ​​with supernatural powers, including Giant, Elven, and Dragon. This will make it easier for us to communicate."

The Giant Queen said gently.

"Isn't this thing very precious? Is it appropriate to give it to a newcomer like me?"

Altaïr did not answer, but asked cautiously.

"It doesn't matter. When your strength reaches my level, you will understand that many people are not chosen because of their special qualities, but because they become special because they are chosen by everyone."

Omibella's voice was like an echo in a valley, making people feel very comfortable. "The more you interact with high-level beings, you will know that your abilities and special abilities are not the reason why they choose you. In other words, in a world where all special abilities come from high-level beings, it is ridiculous to use whether or not you have special abilities as a criterion for selection."

"I do not understand." Altaïr hesitated.

"It doesn't matter. Maybe you won't understand in the future." Omibella's voice was filled with an indescribable emotion. "In this world, the boundary between cause and effect is sometimes not clear. The only thing you need to understand is whether you really want to understand some things yourself. That's enough."

Altaïr's expression was slightly stunned, then he nodded gently, took the cup of nectar, and drank it.

The sweet liquid slid down his esophagus, and something seemed to have changed. Artair felt that there was a lot of complicated knowledge in his mind, and he had to concentrate to accept those grammar and words.

After his mind returned to normal, Omibella's voice sounded again, but this time, it was more serious.

"Stranger, I have a request for you."

"Please keep an eye on your female companion during tomorrow's battle. If she doesn't make any moves, that's great; if she tries to assassinate me, please help me stop her."

(End of this chapter)