Fool's Library

"Do you really think that with my father's methods... he hasn't noticed a single trace or clue about you in the past twenty years?"

Tucker paused for a moment.

“I think Father must have noticed your clues a long time ago, and knew that you were an accomplice in killing Mother, but he never showed it.”

"After all, for a country, the benefit of keeping an exposed traitor alive and using him to pass on false information to the enemy is undoubtedly greater than eliminating him directly."

Hiltina smiled and said, "Teacher, you're right. Father can indeed be described as cold-blooded in this respect."

"As a monarch, he always put the interests of the country above his own personal feelings."

Even if he missed his mother dearly and wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible, for the sake of the greater good... his father could still pretend to be fine in front of you.

"But I am not your father."

Hiltina shook her head slightly.

“My father was able to sacrifice his personal interests for the greater good of the country, watching my mother die and the murderer who killed his wife roaming around in front of him for twenty years… But I can’t do that, and I don’t want to do it.”

"I am a rather greedy woman."

"The greater self, the lesser self..."

"Love, family, responsibility... I want everything."

"so--"

She looked up at the magnificent and imposing figures in the distant sky.

"Whether they are the angels who guard the tomb, or the gods on the Seraphim..."

"If you really think you can take my life, then come and try."

……

boom--

The gravedigger's attack came in an instant.

That was a pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth, annihilating everything.

When the aura of the mythical creature dissipated, the once tranquil palace had been reduced to ruins.

Hiltina stood amidst the ruins of the palace, her meticulously braided princess braids scattered by the wind, her long chestnut hair fluttering in the gale.

Her entire body was covered in blood, and even her once delicate face was covered with wounds of all sizes. Her breath was also rapidly weakening.

This is a self-evident fact; at this moment, Hiltina has not yet broken through to the Angel level, but is merely a Legend.

Having lost the protection and enhancement of the Holy Sword, it is already a great miracle that Hiltina was only seriously injured and did not die immediately when facing the attack of several angels.

But she still stood there, her light brown eyes still clear and bright, untouched by any worldly dust.

"Hiltina, the scabbard of that holy sword... is no longer inside your body, is it?"

"To heal your father's wounds caused by the backlash from the holy sword?"

"That's quite a naive, indecisive choice, very much in line with the style of your Ranger family."

"It's exactly the same as your mother twenty years ago, who walked into the fire like a moth to a flame and died in vain. She was just as blind and foolish... no different from an idiot."

Tucker stared at the blood-soaked girl below and suddenly burst into laughter.

Originally, he was somewhat worried about the scabbard of the holy sword inside Hiltina's body—Avalon.

As a member of the royal family, Tucker was well aware of the scabbard's miraculous power... As long as it didn't directly kill, no matter how serious the injury, it could be quickly healed and the scars smoothed out thanks to Avalon's effects.

With such an infinite regeneration effect, the battle may not be without its variables if it lasts too long.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Hiltina actually gave up the sword sheath and also abandoned Avalon's protection—the "immortality" that could infinitely heal wounds.

"Having lost the Holy Sword, the blessing of royal power, and the Nightblade... now that you've abandoned your scabbard, how could you possibly have any chance of winning?"

"Of course... we have to get rid of that kind of thing."

Despite being severely injured and in dire straits, Hiltina was still smiling.

"If I were an angel who had just broken through the ranks by relying on the Holy Sword and the home-field advantage of being the Empress of the Empire..."

"Even if I became an angel, I would still be a weakling among angels, a flawed product that only succeeded in breaking through by relying on external means."

"Being so reliant on external things, I can never become the ideal king I pursue: 'I want it all, and I don't need to give up anything.'"

"She has no right... to be the woman standing beside him."

She gently reached out and touched her blood-stained, crimson breastplate.

"Even without the protection of the Holy Sword, even without the immortality of the scabbard, even without the bonus from the second-tier long-range 'Royal Authority'."

"I am still the Queen of this country, the 'Forest Ranger' who has dedicated her life to fulfilling her mission and ideals, and also Last's fiancée."

“You will not take away a single one of these things from me.”

……

"Truly excellent."

After a moment of silence, a thunderous roar came from the distant sky.

It wasn't Tucker, but the leading gravedigger angel high in the sky.

Perhaps because he didn't want to interact too much with the dying, the angel simply made his move in silence without ever uttering a sound.

But at this moment, He couldn't help but express His praise.

"Indeed, in any era... there will be those who are unparalleled in their time, leaders who guide the civilization of that era forward."

"It's a pity that your relationship with the shore-guarding humans is too deep, and we cannot invite you to join our ranks."

"Also, the fiancé you just mentioned is the last guardian of the shore... who is now sleeping in the hospital, a half-dead, vegetative patient named Rust."

The Gravekeeper Angel lowered its gaze to Hiltina: "What is in this secondary dimension is not all that we have mobilized this time."

"At this very moment, our companions have also arrived in the capital."

"Their objective was to kill the last guardian of the shore who was sleeping in the hospital."

"Although the 'Library of Fools' within him should be shattered, even the fragments remaining inside his body still have considerable value to us."

The gravedigger angel spoke coldly: "Now, let's calculate the time."

"That shorekeeper named Rust should have been killed by my companions, who then stripped the fragments of the 'Library of Fools' from his corpse."

The cold words fell like blades; the gravedigger attempted to crush Hiltina's last will to resist by using the news of her beloved fiancé's death, plunging her into a deeper despair.

However, in the face of the gravedigger's verbal barrage, Hiltina simply smiled again.

“If he really dies, then I will kill all of you to be buried with him.”

"Then, when I achieve a higher position above angels... I will be able to travel through time and space at will without any scruples, reverse cause and effect, and then resurrect him from the river of history."

"Besides—"

“I never thought he was a fragile guy who could be manipulated by you.”

"Instead of worrying about Rust's safety, I suggest you worry about whether your companion is still alive."

"And what I need to do now..."

She gently closed her eyes: "We will welcome his return with a victory."

He murmured, leaving behind this last whisper that was swallowed by the evening breeze.

Hiltina finally fell completely silent.

In proportion to the surging emotions in her heart, the light in her eyes faded and the shadows disappeared.

This is a flow state unique to the swordswoman Hiltina.

She gently touched the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The next moment, the sword was drawn.

In the dim yellow sky, a round, water-like azure light was reflected.

It is not the Holy Sword—because its connection with its master was severed and it was never summoned, the radiant Holy Sword is still quietly sleeping somewhere in the mortal world.

What Hiltina was holding in her hand at that moment was a rapier called "Sword of the Night Sky".

It is not a sacred relic whose fame has endured throughout history, but merely an ordinary heraldic ceremonial garment.

It was also the last gift that Hiltina's best friend Fran left for her before she died in the mist of Frozenwater.

Even after she later gained the Holy Sword's allegiance and became the enviable Holy Sword Wielder, Hiltina always kept the Night Sky Sword by her side and never discarded it.

"Heraldry attire?"

"In battles between angels and legends, what role can these weapons, used by lower-level superhumans, play..."

Seeing Hiltina's actions, Tucker was slightly taken aback before expressing his doubts.

But then his words caught in his throat.

Because immediately afterward, he saw a pale silver flame rising from Hiltina's body... a flame that seemed to burn along with her blood.

Her entire body was mutilated and covered in wounds, but Hiltina's eyes shone even brighter, like clear and radiant morning stars.

Echoing the starlight in Hiltina's eyes, the thick darkness of night was slowly gathering at the tip of the rapier in her hand, obscuring the entire dim yellow sky.

"Is this... the fantasy collapse of 'Infinity Blade'?"

High above, the once indifferent and cold voice finally showed a hint of emotion.

At this moment, the aura brewing within Hiltina was exactly the same as it had been two years ago when Rast, then only at the sixth rank, shot down that quasi-angel.

"How is this possible?"

"This sub-dimension has clearly severed all connections with the Night World, so you should no longer be able to use any Nightblades bestowed by the Night World!"

For the first time, his voice betrayed shock.

"The so-called 'Nightblade' is actually a manifestation of the inner landscape of every night traveler."

"It is not a gift from any person or thing... but rather a power from the depths of everyone's heart. The Night World merely helps night travelers accelerate this process."

"Therefore, even though Rast's Nightblade is shattered, one day he will rebuild the tower in his heart called 'The Library of Fools.'"

"As for me, even though I have lost my connection with the Night World, my heart is still an Infinite Sword that has been forged and tempered countless times... This is a power that belongs only to me, and no one can take it away from me."

"It's not that you become powerful because you possess the Nightblade, but rather that you first have a powerful heart before you can possess the Nightblade."

"It was you, Professor Tucker, who taught me this principle. How come you've forgotten it before I have?"

Hiltina's words were swallowed up by the evening breeze.

The next moment, she spoke softly, uttering an ancient syllable:

"Night Sky"

The next instant.

A night deeper than eternal darkness, accompanied by a sky full of brilliant stars, surged forth from the edge of Hiltina's sword.

Then, it swallowed the entire world, along with the three gravedigger angels and Tucker.

Chapter 271 Free Imagination: The Ideal Hiltina (6k)

Just a moment ago, the twilight sky was filled with fiery red glow.

But the next moment, the thick darkness of night enveloped the entire sky.

It was a darkness deeper than the abyss.

At this moment, like the night sky, it gently enveloped this broken little world, along with the tomb guardians at the far end of the sky, and then swallowed them all up.

Behind Tucker, the place where the three guardian angels once stood was now completely swallowed by the night, leaving only twisted, empty vortexes of eternal night.

boom--

boom--

From the dark vortex that swallowed the light, earth-shattering roars could be heard from time to time. It was the gravedigger angels unleashing their power, trying to break free from that eternal night vortex.

However, it was ineffective.

All the impacts and collisions were swallowed up by that eternal night vortex and then vanished into nothingness.