Chapter 767: Endnote 3
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Holy Fist Palace
Rafaelle was sitting quietly in her room as she distractedly flipped through a thick book. The evening light shone through the window, bathing onto her white tender legs, warming them.
“Why hasn’t anyone realized that I’ve already obtained that book?” she was confused as she stared at the book in her lap without processing the contents within it.
Suddenly she could feel a burning sensation on her chest. Without any hesitation, she pulled out the white gold necklace and she noticed that it was turning red.
“What’s going on?! Why is the Alert Necklace activated?!” she immediately stood up and the book thudded onto the ground.
She held onto the necklace as she scratched her finger with the sharp edge of the necklace and rubbed some blood onto the necklace.
“Mother?? What’s going on? Why is the necklace activating?!” she whispered
There was no response.
Raffaele started to panic.
“Mother! Speak up! Mother?!”
“Stop wasting your breath,” the door was slammed opened from outside. A beautiful woman came in together with a group of strong looking members in Taoist robes with a “Holy” word sewn on it.
“Wizard Hong Ji, you are suspected of possession of another person’s body and mind control. I shall now apprehend you in the name of Holy Fist Palace!”
The girl scoffed with a cold look on her face.
“You! You guys!?” Raffaele’s face immediately turned pale.
“Bring her away!” the woman waved her hand and two female members approached her as they tried to restrain Raffaele.
“No!!” she shouted in a sharp tone.
Raffael’s face turned pale and she agilely took a few steps back and a few somersaults as she landed behind the sofa.
“Die!” the beautiful woman instantly turned into a few after images as she followed Raffaelle closely while attempting to punch her.
Hong Ji, who was impersonating Raffaelle, was actually just a normal middle-level witch. Since she was not in her own body and fighting against a stronger opponent, it was only natural that she was defenseless against her.
“Take her away,” Quentin said calmly as she stood up, turned around and left the room.
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Evening hour
In the small town at the bottom of the Holy Fist Palace’s mountain.
There was a quiet room. The lights were switched off as it was pitched black. The only light source was from the sun as it shone through the window, faintly lighting the room, leaving a few spots of lights on the mattress.
Garen stood still in the darkness as he stared at Raffaele who was laying on the bed. Her golden hair had spread about on the pillow as she slept soundly. She was like a beautiful person posing on her side, revealing her pale and delicate hand as the white blanket had completely covered the rest of her naked body.
As he listened to Raffaele’s breath, Garen leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He then recalled the events for the past twenty years that had occurred since he first arrived this planet.
“Say something if you’re awake. Stop pretending that you’re asleep,” he whispered.
Raffaele slowly opened her eyes. She didn’t move at all as she was still laying by her side.
“What do you wish to say?” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Garen pondered for a while before voicing up.
Both of them didn’t say anything afterward as the room settled into an awkward silence.
After a while.
“Why are you apologizing?” Raffaele broke the silence.
“You wouldn’t be involved in this if not for me,” Garen said softly. “Whatever. Have a good rest.”
He turned to the doors and gently opened it.
“Come back to Grano.”
He opened the door and left the room.
Clicked. He closed the door not knowing what to feel. He felt a little bit of troubledness but it was negligible as he’d been calm.
The room was quiet as usual. Perhaps Raffaele didn’t know how to express her emotions and feelings so she could only stay silent. However, both of them could feel that they couldn’t be together no matter what.
Perhaps Raffaele had reported to her Witch Association beforehand after she knew of the downfall of Lion Mother. The witches and the Holy Fist Palace were fated to fight against each other. The weakening of the witches was avoidable as well and they would lose their power from this world.
After losing their only Death Apostle, all the witches had lost their only protection and would hide in the darkness from now on.
Garen was the main enemy to the witches in general and in this scenario, they wouldn’t be able to be together no matter what.
After leaving the room, Garen slowly walked down the streets of the small town. The Demonic Book in his mind had turned into an oval-shaped bud as it looked very colorful while shining brightly like a rainbow.
The bud was vibrating softly and no one knew when it would blossom.
Garen understood that it would be time for him to leave this world when it had bloomed. The planet’s rejection force had already reached a critical level. The moment he relaxed, he would instantly be rejected by the planet.
However, there were still things that he’d yet to finish. It wasn’t to take back his soul primer as the primers had already been taken back before attending the meeting. While the weakening of the Holy Fist Palace would not be immediate, it would be after a few days.
As he walked along the streets, Garen might have looked slow with his footsteps but he was actually incredibly fast; he covered a great distance with each step. He soon arrived at the vacation resort where his family was staying.
Lights could not be seen from the outside at all.
Garen slowed down his footsteps as he recalled that it was currently spring and entering summer soon. Hence, his parents should be away and be giving talks. As professors of a university and well-known researchers, their workloads were greater than usual in this period.
As for his sister, she should be either fooling around at Rexott with Rod or attending classes.
“Guess I’ve miscalculated…” Garen smiled wryly.
He originally planned to visit his family one last time, but unfortunately…
He took out the key and entered the quiet and dark room.
He walked towards the sofa and sat on it as he casually threw the keys to one side, enjoying his last moment in this world peacefully.
It was too late for him to call their family as he might be leaving this world in twenty to thirty minutes time.
He sat on the sofa as time passed slowly.
No one was interrupting him as he’d ordered his subordinates to not disturb him beforehand.
He left a message for Tu Lan and the others. It was regarding the work arrangement after he left. He also left a few gifts to AG and vouched that the Lightless Alliance, Holy Fist Palace, and AG Nasira, who was representing the Dark Colors Witches, would be in balance before he left.
The Dark Colors Witches Association had stopped calling themselves the Witch Associate as they had officially changed their name to Shadow Council two hours ago. AG had gathered all witches, regardless of gender. Those who possessed an above average strength would be part of the Witches Council, which was part of his plan to unify the witches. Perhaps he was in a huge conference at the Witch Palace even now.
Time passed slowly.
Garen sat quietly on the sofa as he could faintly feel that his body was reacting strangely. It was the chain effect caused by the planet rejecting him. The magnetic field started changing and all sorts of radiative interferences started to kick him out as if he was a threat.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad option to leave quietly just like Black Sethe. Garen sincerely thought so.
“Teacher Garen?”
Suddenly a clear and cautious female voice came from the door.
Garen looked at the door.
“Cece?”
The girl who was standing by the door was Ninox.
She was wearing a pair of white jeans and the Holy Fist Palace’s Taoist clothes with the “Holy” word embedded in it. The female Taoist cloth streamlined her thin waist and the jeans too perfectly, showed off her thin legs and hips. Combined with her elegant face and ashen, tender skin, it gave off a beautifully refined and slightly sexy vibe.
With a black ponytail, Cece’s eyes stared into the house.
Garen looked at the most talented female disciple in this world and felt that his loneliness had been washed away.
“Why are you here?”
Ninox’s face turned red as she didn’t dare to look into Garen’s eyes.
“I… I had been visiting sister Pella for a game of chess…” Pella was a family member of the neighboring family, who was also a close relative of a high ranking member of the Holy Fist Palace.
As she felt Garen’s conspicuous gaze, Ninox panicked a little. She tried to take a few steps to avoid his gaze but her legs couldn’t move at all.
She would never dare say that the reason she came to visit Garen’s family every day was to leave a better impression on his family.
All her follow friends who had come in contact with Garen said that they feared Garen as he gave off a mysterious and powerful vibe. It was as if he was from the God’s realm; he was so perfect that he didn’t seem human at all. Many people respected him and there even were girls idolizing him. However, she knew that it was a dream that could never be achieved as she believed that Garen would never like her type.
However Ninox understood that teacher Garen was still a person and just like everyone else, he required companions.
“Come and have a sit,” Garen smiled. “I didn’t expect that you would be the one who would accompany me at this time. Fate can be very mysterious at times.”
“What… do you mean?” Cece didn’t comprehend his words as she stuttered while walking into the house before gently closing the door. The whole living room was pitch black and the only light source was the street light shining into the house through the window.
Garen shifted himself to make space for her so that Cece could sit on the sofa. No matter how dark it was, they weren’t affected by it at all as both of them were Secret Technique Elites that possessed strong five senses. It would be natural for them to able to see clearly in the dark room.
“What did you mean…” Ninox could feel that something was amiss and quickly questioned him.
“There will be ups and downs in life, separation, and unification. You’re still young so you may not understand the meaning behind these words, but you’ll definitely figure it out one day,” Garen smiled. “I’m not saying this casually.”
“Are you leaving?” Ninox understood Garen’s intention and panicked. “Are you going into hiding?”