Pillar of Yita

Although Miss Tata had confirmed the news of a possible exit nearby, Fang Hong didn’t rush to check immediately. He first tried to use the Communication Crystal to contact Elisa and the others outside, but the Communication Crystal still didn’t respond at all.

Fang Hong felt a bit frustrated, not knowing if his Communication Crystal itself had an issue—indeed, some in the community said there’s a difference in quality among Communication Crystals. His previous Communication Crystal didn’t have so many problems.

Fortunately, Gita’s Communication Crystal was also silent, which made him somewhat dismiss this thought.

Not knowing whether the Sorcerer-Ghoul might return, Fang Hong put away the Communication Crystal, looked at the altar in the center of the Cave, pondered for a moment, and then walked over. ”Brother Ade,” Gita sounded a bit worried after all that had happened, gently calling out to him.

Fang Hong shook his head at her, signaling not to worry. He hadn’t forgotten the various anomalies that occurred when approaching this altar before, and of course, he wanted to figure out what was going on. Now that the Sorcerer-Ghoul was frightened away, he should make the most of this time to inspect it.

He turned around and walked to the altar. During the combat, he had more than one chance to approach this altar, but never had time to pay attention to it—now it seemed that the altar itself was unremarkable, square and seemingly carved from a whole piece of natural rock.

Only the Mo’ya Holy Sword that originally floated in mid-air was missing now; it was unclear whether the Sorcerer-Ghoul took it or something else happened during the battle.

He asked Tata about it, but Miss Fairy just shook her head, stating that with dust everywhere, she couldn’t be sure what happened.

At this moment, only the skeletal remains remained quietly on the altar, covered with dust and cobwebs from long ago. Fang Hong raised the Illumination Crystal, brushed away layers of webs, watching the spiders scatter in various sizes.

Out of respect for the dead, he carefully inspected it—but he still found many details. There was a neat cut on several ribs in the chest area of the remains, the spot where a sword had originally pierced, slicing through the heart, killing with a single blow.

A century passed, yet this skeleton retained the posture of its final moment in life, its hand clutching the air where the sword blade would have been, as if still seeking a glimmer of hope.

Its ring finger bore a ring, Fang Hong wiped off the dust from the ring, revealing a bright, silver wolf’s head.

He was slightly startled, instinctively took a step back, thoughts swirling in his mind. At this moment Lady Cat also walked to the stone platform, circled the altar and Fang Hong a few times, then looked up at the skeleton with eyes resembling sapphire, softly meowing.

The serene girl in the painting, and Daisy held in her arms—

This image flashed through Fang Hong’s mind, and he suddenly stood still.

The afternoon on the canvas was tranquil and blissful, the girl’s expression held only purity and innocence. Yet who would have thought the owner of the painting would end up here?

Lying quietly in this dark, silent underground.

Only the remains under the dust and cobwebs quietly savor centuries of solitude.

Fang Hong opened his mouth wide, involuntarily recalling everything he saw in Dolifen Fantasy.

Wasn’t it exactly like Hes? She also died on such an altar, her father searching for his daughter’s whereabouts until the end. But finally, Misu used her goodwill and Dragon Soul, bringing her back to this world.

But this time, in this abandoned Ancient Castle, who knows that the beautiful girl in that painting lies on this altar? There’s no kind and noble Madam, no similar goodwill to bring her back to life here.

No one even knows the girl’s name.

No one knows what she went through in her life. For a century, she lay here quietly, no one knowing who the killer was, how Aimumu Fortress could become like this.

If it weren’t for Fang Hong and Gita inadvertently coming to this spot, the secret here might remain buried deep in historical dust like the Dolifen Fantasy.

Until finally all traces had vanished into smoke and dust—

Yet maybe it wasn’t a coincidence, Fang Hong looked subconsciously at Lady Cat at his feet.

Is Daisy the cat in the painting, or its immediate descendant? Although it’s reasonable to say a cat doesn’t live for a century, in Eteliria, it might not be impossible.

By becoming a Magic Beast, it’s possible to have a longer lifespan. Fang Hong suddenly thought of a possibility, perhaps Daisy was a Magic pet.

”Did you lead us to this place, Miss Daisy?”

”Why?”

Fang Hong asked softly.

But Lady Cat just meowed at him, like she was acting cute.

Fang Hong couldn’t help but smile wryly. Miss Daisy sometimes is very mysterious; she not only can kill Vampires but can also scare away the Sorcerer-Ghoul, wandering freely around this place.

Yet sometimes she seems no different from an ordinary cat, except a little more elegant and beautiful. He involuntarily thought, did Chris name this cat Daisy for the young girl in the painting?

Regrettably, Fang Hong had no way of knowing.

After all, he is an Alchemist—not a veterinarian, or some Druid profession. And Miss Atira also can’t comprehend what this cat actually is; it seems not to be merely a Magic Beast.