My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 472 - 409: Civilization Dead Yet Unyielding

"I've never seen a rat so big; those Wizards led it to the King's chamber."

"My head hurts so much, my vision is red as if bleeding. Ever since leaving that room, I've been sick. Wait, what's that noise outside?"

"Why is it so noisy, is there a riot happening?"

"No... I can't let anyone know I'm sick. I just need to stay in my small room, or else I'll be locked up too. That madwoman has no limits anymore."

"I hope everything gets better, but my head is about to explode from the pain."

The scribbling abruptly stopped. Sevia put down the notes, looking back at the floor littered with rat corpses. Perhaps the guard was lying quietly among them.

This guard's diary detailed the entire process of those Wizards arranging the ritual.

First, they attracted the attention of the "Parasite" through the ritual, then trapped it in the room using extraordinary materials, finally imprisoning it within a mortal's body.

Presumably, that giant rat was the manifestation of the "Parasite" in reality.

It seems that two hundred years ago, those Wizards also brought about the "Parasite Miracle" this way.

The ritual's steps themselves aren't important.

They can be rearranged and split at will.

What's important is to draw attention from the "Existence" in the "Eternal Garden".

Like a human walking in the desert who sees a group of ants starting a bonfire on the plains in the distance and can't help but feel curious and go to check it out. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Sevia didn't directly attack those Wizards in the Royal Palace.

First, the enemy isn't aware of her existence, and the ability of that Anger Bishop is too bizarre. Before figuring out the enemy's background, she didn't want to use the abilities of the "Starry Singer" too much.

Second, even if she indeed killed those Wizards, the Kingdom's miracle itself was on the brink of eruption, and breaking the clues would inevitably lead to the Kingdom's downfall.

Now that it was confirmed that the manifestation corresponding to the "Parasite Miracle" had materialized in reality, one of the conditions was met.

Then, the next goal became simple.

She would go to the Royal Palace, personally kill the Wizards and the "Parasite" standing in her way, and end it all.

With this thought, Sevia immediately set off, hastily walking out of the prison.

Atula was slightly stunned, reached out to stop her, only to find a Conductor's String Sword hanging at her neck, just a hair's breadth away from taking her life.

The woman broke out in a cold sweat, not just because of the String Sword so close to her neck, but more so from the girl's eyes at that moment. Gentle and calm, yet as cold as snow.

She couldn't understand what had gotten into the girl, why her aura had changed so dramatically as if she had become a different person.

"Sevia, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't let your people come to the Royal Palace."

Realizing something, Atula's eyes gradually hardened with frost: "What are you going to do?"

"Kill." Sevia replied.

"Kill who?"

"Whoever stands in my way, I'll kill."

Seeing this foreign friend's complex gaze towards her, Sevia sighed lightly and briefly explained her previous discovery.

"The King has been deceived by those Wizards; only by killing the "Parasite" could this plague possibly stop." Sevia said.

"I don't want to harm your companions nor the innocent, you should understand..."

"Sorry, if that's the case, I can't let you leave."

Atula's response slightly startled Sevia.

Before she could react, Atula was standing in her path.

"I thought you would be more rational." Sevia quietly gazed into Atula's eyes.

"I am rational, yet we cannot betray this Kingdom, out of loyalty, and because of our Titan Clan's spiritual totem."

"The General is the only one who can lead us Titans back to our homeland. Her Power is mighty, but it comes from people's belief in her. Our clan has dwindled to less than a tenth, do you want me to watch the last glimmer of hope vanish?"

"But your homeland is already destroyed." Sevia said.

"Exactly because it's destroyed, we must return!" Atula's emotions were getting out of control.

"We Titans are never afraid to fall."

"Because every time we rise, the soil tightly gripped in our hands contains a seed of future grass."

If possible, she really didn't want to be on opposing sides with Sevia, clearly just a stranger met by chance, yet this kind girl showed her kindness, her only foreign friend.

"Abandoning our homeland and faith? That is true extinction."

When the torch of civilization's spirit is not carried on, and the community of consciousness collapses like a sand tower, that civilization truly perishes.

Conversely, as long as traces of civilization are still engraved on stone tablets and excavated from ruins tens of thousands of years later, the existence of that civilization will become eternal in a new chapter.

Civilization can die but must not be extinct.

The corpse of civilization, dead but not stiff.

The long night will eventually pass, the newborn civilization will build towers on the ruins, and people will rebuild habitats along past tracks.

But under the continuous lights, what will people remember, where do the stories parents tell children begin?

"We are a nomadic people, likewise Warriors, our destiny is either the battlefield or tranquil plains."

"I can't let the citizens of this Kingdom lose faith in the General."

"If so, she'll die..." Atula pleaded hesitantly. "Sevia, walk away as if you saw nothing, leave this Kingdom..."

"Our generation of the Titan Clan cannot return to the homeland, only opening our arms to grasp the homeland's dust and embrace comrades in the wind."

"But our descendants, when they let out their first cries, will see vast grasslands, clear streams, herds scattered across the hills."

"I can't do it." Sevia said calmly.

The plague is still raging, and tens of thousands of people in Pangard are reaching out to touch the rift, just to grasp a thread of hope. She didn't need to emphasize, Atula understood this truth.

"Then kill me." Atula laid down her spear, hope receding from her eyes, leaving only grim determination.

"I will hold you tightly, delaying your steps, unless you sever my arms, cut off my legs, otherwise..."

"Atula, act!"

Flora shouted, grabbing a spear and rushing out from the side, only to be effortlessly restrained in the neck by Sevia with water, and the spear dropped to the ground.

Flora struggled violently in the air, her expression pained, her whole body's bones emitted slight 'cracking' noises, just a little more force and her neck would be snapped by Sevia.

"Don't, Sevia." Tears filled Atula's eyes, "I beg you."

"Sorry." Sevia didn't strike to kill, instead throwing Flora back to Atula's side, the String Sword in her hand was raised, slashing a blue crescent!

The ceiling collapsed with a roar, innumerable monsters surged down like a tide from above. Sevia stood still, casting one last glance at this friend. Atula, holding the unconscious Flora in her arms, watched dumbfounded as the girl walked away without looking back, so alone.