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However, for some reason, she only now noticed that the surroundings seemed unexpectedly empty.

"Where are the other trainees?"

"They're at the camp ahead; I'll take you there now."

Silvana chuckled, "Are you alright, sister, and sister Femisil?"

"fine……"

Serendra wiped the sweat from her brow. "Why did the newly erected emerald barrier suddenly fail? Sylvanas, do you know what happened?"

"Hmm... I'm not quite sure either."

Silvana shook her head.

Celinedra nodded, then her eyebrows furrowed slightly as if she had thought of something.

"The camp had only just reunited with everyone when it was suddenly attacked by demons, and the barrier that had just been built inexplicably failed after only a short time..."

"If it's just a coincidence, then all these things are going too wrong... especially the attack by the demon legion. We didn't even see any scouts, and the fire meteors just came straight at us, as if they already knew our location..."

"Um, have you perhaps discovered something, sister?"

Silvana looked surprised, but a sly glint appeared in her eyes.

"I suspect... that an enemy has infiltrated our ranks."

Serendra whispered, "Silvana, you should be careful too, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Serendra suddenly widened her eyes.

She stared at Silvana in disbelief, then slowly looked down and saw a vine as thick as an arm emerging from her abdomen.

"Your intuition is so accurate! No wonder you're the jewel of the empire, sister."

Silvana smiled.

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Temple of the Earth

"elder sister!!!"

Femisel, who was half-squatting on the ground, raised her head, perhaps never to forget the shocking scene before her eyes.

A vine, symbolizing the earth goddess and full of natural vitality, pierced through Serendra's abdomen, stringing the unsuspecting princess through the night sky.

Silvana's slightly raised palm emitted a natural green glow, but the holy light that should have been warm instead revealed the sly corners of her mouth.

"Stop!!! Silvana!!!"

Femishel let out a heart-wrenching scream, drew his longsword, and charged forward.

"It's really heartbreaking, even though I'm your older sister too."

With a casual wave of her hand, Silvana sent several sharp wooden stakes flying out of the ground and hurtling towards Femishire.

"don't want……"

Selenedra's mouth was slightly open, blood trickling from the corner of her lips.

Even on the verge of death, her most instinctive thought was to stop her two younger sisters from killing each other.

She couldn't understand why such a thing would happen when both of them were her beloved family members.

Selenedra's vision began to blur, her mind grew hazy, and the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was Femisil roaring as he swung his sword from mid-air at Sylvanas...

……

I don’t know how long it took.

When she regained consciousness, Celinedra felt as if her body had become somewhat lightheaded.

The tingling sensation in her abdomen had disappeared, and Celinedra opened her eyes in surprise, only to find herself surrounded by nothingness and darkness.

Am I... dead?

Celinedra swallowed hard, raised her hand, and saw the arm guards she was wearing, along with the tiny scratches on them.

This is where?

She looked around, but all she could see was darkness.

She felt as if she were floating in mid-air, with nothingness beneath her feet instead of solid ground.

"This place... is the void."

A voice seemed to read her thoughts and responded calmly and gently.

Serendra was startled by the sudden voice. "Who is it? Who is speaking?"

A gentle laugh rang out, filled with a kind and benevolent aura.

The next moment, the surrounding darkness slowly receded, and faint sunlight emerged from above Serendra's head, illuminating the huge stone pillars.

These stone pillars are not arranged in a neat manner, but their scale is exceptionally large, and their dense number stretches as far as the eye can see, reaching to the horizon.

The stone pillars seem ancient, with the marks of time etched on their surfaces. Emerald vines entwine them, cradling obscure runes that shimmer with a faint light as if they were infants.

"The language of the earth...?"

Serendra seemed to recognize the runes on the stone pillars and murmured in surprise.

There's no mistake, these are the characters she once saw in the Earth Sanctuary. It is said that each rune comes from the blessing of the Earth Goddess, and is the knowledge about nature and the earth that she sowed.

Therefore, each rune corresponds to a natural divine spell, and only the highest-ranking high priest of the Earth Sanctuary can decipher its mysteries and spread them to believers for remembrance.

Such runes are extremely valuable, and therefore even when she visited the Earth Sanctuary, Serendra was only able to examine a few stone tablets.

But in this place, the stone pillars engraved with such runes seemed endless. Before the other party could speak again, Serendra almost realized where she was.

"Goddess...?"

Celinedra's throat bobbed slightly as she uttered the other person's name.

A gentle laugh came from mid-air, as if answering her question.

Then, a soft golden glow appeared, as if a giant sun was slowly rising from the endless ground beneath our feet, occupying most of the sky.

The lush green vines on the stone pillars stirred, and the leaves and colorful petals danced in the bright sunlight, as if expressing their reverence for the master who created them.

A gentle spring breeze caressed Serendra's face as she stared blankly at the center of the warm sunlight, where a female silhouette draped in a green veil slowly emerged.

Although she was a woman, her body was unusually large.

Celinedra's tiny figure was like a speck of dust floating in front of the other's chest.

Her long, dark green hair cascaded down her chest, swaying gently in the spring breeze; her kind face was pure and beautiful, her eyes clear as the clearest mountain spring.

Gazing up at the enormous and majestic female figure, Serendra almost stopped breathing.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, never imagining that one day she would actually meet the legendary Earth Goddess, Teradom.

Serendra had heard far too many legends about this deity.

This is the great deity who has protected Aslan since the Old Age of Gods; it is no exaggeration to say that he is the ancestral god of all Aslans.

As the spring breeze caressed Celinedra's face, the shadow of fratricide that had been cast aside by her sister melted away like ice and snow, leaving only the thrill of meeting the supreme god in her heart.

Tears welled in her eyes as she knelt down, bowing her head to her luggage, her eyes filled with piety and reverence.

"No need for formalities, my child, Serendra."

The goddess's voice was kind and gentle, like that of a loving mother.

"My Goddess...you...know my name?"

Serendra opened her mouth, trembling.

“I know all the children’s names… but, Celinedra, you are my favorite among all the children.”

The Earth Goddess stretched out her enormous hand, like a plain, and gently cradled Serendra's tiny, beautiful body.

"You are kind, compassionate, courageous, and possess great character, symbolizing the purest beauty of humanity."

"Therefore... I call you to my temple, for a precious child like you should not perish in this world so sadly."

As Celine listened, her eyes suddenly stung and gradually welled up with tears.

Yes, even after meeting the goddess, she still couldn't let go of her past experiences deep down.

The royal family of Aslan is not much different from the royal families of many other major countries.

Royal descendants with inheritance rights scheme against each other to win the emperor's favor. Factions are everywhere in the magnificent capital. Beneath the glamorous surface of the upper-class nobles lies the darkest side of human nature.

The fact that the Third Prince, Wei Ruian, was willing to go bankrupt to sail the seas in search of the Fountain of Youth in order to vie for the throne gives an idea of ​​how cruel and fierce the competition was.

Although the Aslan Empire has historically rarely chosen women to inherit the throne, it does not mean that they can easily escape from this vortex.

The three princesses had no chance of inheriting the throne, but they had the obligation to choose sides. Their support could influence the old emperor's choice regarding the throne, which also meant that they too had to step into this quagmire of bloody conflict.

Chapter Seventy-Six: God Loves the World

Factionalism, political infighting, assassinations, poisoning...

Celine had experienced firsthand the pain of navigating between her two brothers, but she resolutely protected her two younger sisters from this vortex.

Before Sylvanas became the Earth Saintess, when she showed no magical talent but was passionate about studying magic, it was Sylvanas who carefully taught her so that she could reach the passing grade of the Imperial Academy.

Femisciel loved freedom and the vast world, and longed to see swordsmanship from foreign lands. It was she who persuaded her father to allow her to go to the distant Loren.

The eldest prince pressured her, trying to forcefully win over several princesses to support his faction. She resolutely gave up her studies in elemental magic, which she had loved since childhood, and joined the Sky Knights. Only in this way could she have a powerful, unaffiliated backing to protect her sisters from political struggles.

Everyone thought she had extraordinary swordsmanship, but only she knew how many bloody marks she had worn on her palms from practicing swordsmanship until late at night every day in order to join the Knights.

But Serendra never thought she was that great.

She simply loved her two younger sisters.

As the eldest daughter, she had experienced the cruelty of family struggles and been drenched in the cold rain, which is why she wanted to hold an umbrella for her two younger sisters so that they could freely do what they liked.

But she also had her own dreams. She longed to be a free elemental mage, casting aside all politics and troubles, discarding the sword in her hand, and single-mindedly exploring ancient arcane arts in ruins across the continent, uncovering the secrets hidden in the runes.

Unfortunately, such a scene could only be a daydream she had during her rest after practicing swordsmanship each night.

The people sing of her beauty, her talent, her kindness, her courage and perseverance... but no one has ever been able to kindly accept her weakness.

She had to be strong, for herself and for her beloved sister.

The moment Silvana was chosen as the Earth Saintess, the moment Femishil was praised by Dean Elon for having a swordsmanship talent superior to his own...

Serendra's joy was genuine.

Her younger sisters, whom she had always protected, had become successful and were about to surpass her as their older sister. How could she not be happy?

She never considered whether such sacrifices were worthwhile or whether there would be any reward; she simply felt that it was her responsibility as the eldest sister.

Until... she was disemboweled by her own sister.

It's impossible to say there were no grievances or resentment.

But more than any of that, what Serendra really wanted to know was—

"Why?...Goddess...?"

The girl, considered the strongest in the empire, now lay prostrate in the goddess's palm, sobbing helplessly.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

"Why did I end up like this...?"

"My Goddess, was everything I did... all for naught?"

Celinedra burst into tears.

She also fears death and has a cowardly and timid side.

Black snake infection, monster invasion, demon siege... Time and again she calmly commanded, wielding her sword to fight those terrifying monsters, not because she was unafraid, but because she could not afford to be afraid.

This is a unique kind of strength that belongs only to her.

But at the moment he was killed by Sylvanas, and at the moment he saw Femishil nearly lose his mind and lunge at Sylvanas...

She really broke down.

Perhaps only when facing her mother goddess at this moment could she finally lay down her thick armor and reveal the frail and vulnerable woman inside.