Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Azure Moon in the East, Gale Wind in the West

The next day, at Hope Lane, in a restaurant, several employees of trading companies were enjoying a sumptuous lunch.

“Did you see that starlight last night?”

“Yes, it was very beautiful. Was it a new firework made by alchemists? They love to create these flashy things,” said a tall and thin employee casually.

“How could it be? Fireworks can’t fly that high,” argued a slightly overweight employee.

“I’ve been to Rourna. Their airships can’t fly that high either,” added another.

“Perhaps it was a high-sequence mage?” guessed a shorter employee.

“It’s hard to say. The upper atmosphere has turbulent winds and thin air, so many mages don’t dare to fly that high,” explained someone else.

“In my opinion, it must have been an angel!” said the overweight employee confidently.

“That must have been the light of an angel descending from heaven, returning to the celestial realm,” he said, lost in his imagination.

“Hahaha, here we go again. If you like angels so much, why not go to the Holy Land? They say there are really angels there.”

The fat employee looked at his plump figure and sighed, “Forget it. The peak of Mount Kallenriel is too high. I would probably lose half my life climbing up there.”

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At Emanas Academy, on the high tower that overlooks all.

Built with white stone, the tower stands atop the peak of a mountain, with its upper half already piercing through the clouds.

From the tower above the cloud sea, one can look down upon the vast landscape of this world—rolling green mountains, winding rivers, and steep cliffs of enormous valleys.

As dusk approached, senior students finished their classes and walked out onto the viewing platform of the tower. Then, in groups of three or four, they jumped into the cloud sea, soaring against the wind with laughter and jokes, returning to their dormitories in various colleges like weary birds returning to their nests.

Some were students of the Magic Sequence, manipulating their own gravity to float down from high altitudes.

Others were students of the Dragon Sequence, spreading their enormous dragon wings to freely soar in the sky.

A few students of the Angelic and Demonic Sequences had semi-transparent wings materialize behind them, made of magic energy, and then caught up with their companions ahead.

Nature Sequence students were more reserved, using currents of air to envelop themselves, like bubbles drifting down from the sky.

Of course, there were also those who were not quite as adept at flying.

The war sequence and ocean sequence could only watch their classmates enviously as they raced down the long staircase, not slowing down much.

But the most comfortable were some of the students from the primal sequences. They sat among the soft feathers of demonic beasts, some being griffins and others giant wind eagles, watching the sunset scenery with contentment.

A tall teacher with sea-blue curly hair stepped out of the classroom, and some students bid her farewell.

“Teacher Elira, see you tomorrow~”

She smiled at the cheerful students and then headed towards the top of the high tower.

The spiral staircase encircling the tower was on the outside, overlooking the vast sky, with the atmosphere and valleys below. The peaks and towers were so steep that they made one feel dizzy just looking at them.

Yet this mature and poised teacher did not flinch, seemingly accustomed to it. She followed the stairs upward and stopped in front of a delicate stone door, placing her hand on the central gemstone. A faint light illuminated, and the stone door opened, revealing the view beyond.

The wind from the sky lifted the gauzy curtains, while the sunset filled the room with golden light. Tall bookshelves lined the room, holding all sorts of books, some ancient, written by elves during the First Era, and others very new, like poetry collections from this year.

The windows in the room were open, allowing the breeze to blow through, flipping the pages of the books with a rustling sound, yet creating a sense of tranquility.

A black-haired girl sat high on a wooden chair, wearing a black dress. Her pale skin, tinged with blue, complemented her black attire. Her delicate collarbone supported a face like a porcelain doll, petite and doll-like.

The sea-blue curly-haired teacher approached this doll-like girl, bowed slightly, and asked:

“Mistress Night, did you learn anything about the beautiful sky and stars last night?”

The black-haired girl flipped through the large book on her lap and didn’t answer immediately, remaining silent for a while before speaking.

“There’s no need to worry. There’s no need to interfere with this.”

This mature teacher seemed to harbor doubts and worries she couldn’t dispel.

“But really, there’s no need to interfere? Those stars might forever change the current world’s order.”

“After the West Wind’s destruction, the Seven Snowy Kingdoms might be easily invaded by Cangcui and utterly destroyed.”

“That too is its destined fate. In short, it was always meant to be.”

Yalin was slightly ahead of Lolan.” The black-haired young lady spoke calmly, without any fluctuations in her tone.

“A thousand-year-old disagreement has finally come to an end here. Isn’t that also good?” she continued.

“But weren’t you the one who most favored Lolan? Wasn’t he your proudest student? Why aren’t you at all saddened by this?” The curly-haired teacher’s voice was somewhat agitated, for she came from the Snow Blossom Seven Nations.

“Why should I be sad, and do you really understand me?”

Although she said so, the black-haired young lady did not mind the teacher’s impoliteness. Perhaps, having gone through too much time and history, she had long ceased to care about such levels of disrespect.

“Lolan and Yalin were both my students. I know their initial thoughts better than you do. It cannot be denied that I preferred Lolan’s viewpoint, but Yalin’s ideas also have their merits.”

“When they were still in the academy, the two of them were rivals. They reflected each other like mirrors, discovering their own shortcomings through constant debate and collision, stimulating and advancing each other.”

“Even before graduation, many students rallied around them, seeing them as leaders. One went east, the other west, founding two separate nations. The countries that inherited their ideologies have continued to entangle and fight each other just as they did back then.”

“It might sound cruel, but life and civilization are inherently lazy. Without the years of mutual opposition and competition, the humans of the Western Continent would have long become complacent and fallen. I wouldn’t be surprised if the fleet of the House of Plantagenet crossed the sea one day and unified the continent.”

“However, if Cuihui were to unify now, there would no longer be any uncertainties in the future, and the world would fall into stagnation. This is surely not what you wish to see, Lady Night Mistress.”

“Ellira, you’re being too absolute,” the black-haired young lady closed the book, letting it gently float up and return to its place on the shelf.

“Why are you so sure that the Snow Blossom Seven Nations will fail?”

“Without the leadership of the West Wind, couldn’t the other six nations save themselves? Would the young Berry Kingdom in the South stand idly by while the continent is unified by Cuihui, leaving itself isolated? Don’t forget, they are descendants of Oz Country as well.”

“Besides, it’s hard to say who will win or lose.”

“After all, it’s a newly emerged Great Witch.”

Thank you to the users Starlight Grand, Qiankun Standing God, and the three others for their generous gifts.

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(End of Chapter)