Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 46 "Mother and Son"

Altaïr's face froze, and he quickly said, "Vinata wouldn't..."

"It's okay, I don't blame you."

Sensing Altaïr's fear, Omybella chuckled.

"Because this is what I want her to do. In fact, if you hadn't joined me, I'm not sure if I could wait until the day when He makes up His mind."

"What is this..." Altaïr was about to ask when suddenly an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Just now, the giant queen Omibella, who existed in the Kingdom of Dusk only as some kind of memory imprint in the spirit of the god of war, called Badhair "He", and this difference in address does not exist in the concept of the people of Dusk!

……

On the other side, on a hill covered by dusk, Badheim was sitting on a huge rock, letting the dusk light shine on his huge body. The grand and sad sound of the panpipe echoed in the valley, and his figure seemed very lonely at this time.

After a long moment, he did not turn around and spoke in a relatively gentle voice.

"You finally came."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vinata's figure appeared from behind the rock and stood silently behind Badhair.

"Mr. Badhair, what do you want from me?"

Badhair stuck his giant sword into the ground beside him and patted the rocks beside him.

"Don't worry, let me tell you a story first."

After thinking for a while, he spoke in the desolate voice unique to Giant:

"Where should I start... You may not know that I am not good at telling stories, and Giant language cannot express emotions like Elvish."

"Then let us begin here," Badhair began, his voice like a song from the most ancient times.

There is a clear difference between Giant and Elvish. Elvish communicates the spirit with meaning, so the tone is quite simple but a word contains rich meaning, and it can work even if the tone is not good; while Giant communicates the spirit with syllables, building a spiritual channel by making sounds with a strong sense of rhythm. Even simple declarative sentences have complex tone changes.

"Once upon a time, I was born in the Giant King's Court. My father gave me the power of battle, and my mother created this kingdom of dusk."

"I enjoy it here and I am familiar with every inch of the dusk here."

"However, the war with the elves destroyed everything. My father died in that war, and I took over my father's authority and became the ruler of this place."

When he said this, the strong lines on Badhair's face softened, and Vinata could feel the surging emotions beneath that resolute face.

"In this case, as the only relative of the other party, my relationship with my mother should have been closer. However, I found that although her abilities and personality have not changed, she has indeed changed. She is definitely not my mother, Omibella."

"I can't stand having a relationship with a guy who might be the murderer of my mother. However, I know clearly that if I break off this relationship, I could be assimilated by this dusk at any time and completely lose my will."

Badhair clenched his fists, and there was a glimmer of dusk in his eyes, like a burning flame.

"However, after I cooperated with the Demon Wolf to kill the Pale Emperor, I suddenly realized something." Badhair turned to Venata, "Since this woman can be reborn with the remains of my mother, then my real mother may also wake up."

"But if the fake Omibella really resurrects, can the real Omibella be revived successfully?"

Venata asked doubtfully. She did not question the correctness of the resurrection itself, because in her understanding, gods should not be killed, and it is normal for them to be resurrected.

"Of course you can... In my childhood memories, there is a supreme being who can do this. But I can't tell you his name. I only remember the gray fog around him, which is a mystery that even the light of dusk cannot penetrate."

Badhair's expression suddenly became a little excited.

"Among the people I know, the Pale Emperor can also play with death at will. So, I cooperated with the Demon Wolf to kill him and brought half of the tributary of the Devouring Light River into the realm of dusk to study this. However, the half of the Devouring Light River left in my hand is not enough. I need the half in the hands of the Demon Wolf... So there was this war."

Badhair jumped off the rock so that his eyes were level with Venata's.

"I can sense the resonance in your heart... So, I want to ask you for help. When this war comes to an end, even if that fake guy and I can kill the demon wolf, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses. I want to ask you to launch a sneak attack on Omibella at that time, and Kri'es and the others will create an opportunity for you."

"Don't worry about the reaction of the brown elves... They are a race that guy created from mud. As long as "Omibella" dies in the battle, they will naturally disappear."

Vinata's expression froze slightly. There was a hint of indifference to life in the other person's words, as if the decision he had just made did not affect the fate of a tribe, but a trivial matter like breaking a vase. And, for some reason, when she saw Badhair's face, which she could not see clearly before because of his height, Vinata always felt that there was a hint of gray air wandering on his face, like a frightened venomous snake.

……

"It seems that you seem to understand something. I have to say that you are indeed a smart person."

Omybella nodded, and Altaïr could sense her satisfaction.

"So, the prophecy in this world doesn't correspond to me and Vinata. We are just the two of us who don't have any special witnesses?"

Altaïr took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"You are only half right. You are indeed not the one who can predict the future. If you rashly intervene in this matter, your situation will only become extremely dangerous."

Omibella sighed softly. "It's just that you are not without special features."

"I've told you before that in the eyes of the gods, the boundary between cause and effect is not that clear. We choose you as chess pieces not because of what you can do, but because we choose you as chess pieces and then give you the authority to achieve your goals."

"In other words, maybe you are not special in yourselves, but since you were placed on the chessboard by the gods, you have become special."

"In that case, although you should have guessed it, I will introduce myself again."

The curtain was suddenly pulled open, revealing a woman who looked completely different from before. Her face was shrouded in a crimson light, and Altaïr could not see clearly.

"Unlike the ghost Badhair that lingers here, I am the incarnation of the true 'Mother Earth', the ancestor of the blood race, the goddess of harvest and hope, and my real name is Lilith."

(End of this chapter)