Chapter 128: Advent: Zephira.

Chapter 128: Advent: Zephira.

Acquisition requirement fulfilled. [Dagger Mastery Lv. 1] gained

Multiple proficiency requirements fulfilled. [Mana Efficiency Lv. 9] [Unarmed Mastery Lv. 5] [Dagger Technique Lv. 4][Lupine Fangs Lv. 3] [Air Walk Lv. 2] [Physical Super-Resistance Lv. 4] [Bloodlust Lv. 3] [Battle Mind Lv. 6] [Humanize Lv. 8] gained

How beautiful.

A four-winged, rainbow butterfly. That was the insignia engraved on the party bracelet Tasianna possessed in her fairy form. It was the symbol most would associate with the Origin Goddess of Wind and Patron Goddess of the Fairies, Zephira. Made with elven craftsmanship, the emblem enchanted me when I first saw it on Tasiannas bracelet.

So, what about the real-life version? Well, she was, without a doubt, breathtaking. Numerous little butterflies flew inside a small, weak twister, flapping their radiant wings around as they swarmed around a lime green haired elven woman. Igniculus, the small light elemental, playfully followed these butterflies like a duckling following its mother.

Silva, the woman in question, currently had rainbow glowing eyes and her hair shined like a small torch. Her clothes might be in tatters and blood smeared on her face and hands, but, at this moment, she looked as graceful as a blooming flower.

Findul-silik, Silva, Silva spoke, no, the person possessing Silva spoke. Findul-silik, Tasianna irre Saori. Thank you very much, Tasianna, Saori. It is a shame that I cannot show my thanks to Hestia personally too. However, I do not have a lot of time to speak.

The voice was unquestionably Silvas, but the aura and charisma radiating from her was somebody elses. After defeating the zombie garms, Silva performed the Rite of the Fading Winds and permitted Zephira to use her body as a vessel in order to descend to the mortal plane. Which meant, the person addressing us right now was the Goddess of Wind, Zephira.

When the rite was performed, Tasianna quickly bowed when the butterflies began to manifest, while I gave a respectful bow before sitting down, the wounds in my thighs causing me too much pain to remain on my feet. Tasianna was bowing still, making Zephira smile wryly before placing her hand on Tasiannas chin, raising the fairys head to reveal the tears dropping from her face.

I-I am so sorry. I am so sorry, Tasianna apologized, anguish clear on her face. I couldnt protect her, hic, it was my fault for being a failure of an attendant. I could have been stricter, I could have stopped her from going, I could have given her more comfort and care when we were imprisoned. I could have done something; I know I could have. Neither protected nor attended. I am a failure.

Tasianna was breaking down emotionally. Although the subject of Princess Schuri, Tasiannas previous mistress, has been brought up a lot since we started traveling together, she never cried this much until now. This sudden meeting with Zephira probably reopened her past wounds. The floodgates wouldnt close.

I gave up on you. I gave up on my race. I ran away from all of it because I lost faithand hated myself, Tasianna confessed. Why did it happen that day; what did we do to deserve it? It should have been me! Princess Schuri didnt deserve to die. Somebody as young as she was shouldnt have lost her life there

No, dont say that! Saying any of that will only shame the memories of your loved one. Live. Live for them and continue their memories in their stead, I wanted to shout out, but stopped when Silvas mouth let out Zephiras words.

I apologize, she said, a sorrowful expression clear to be seen. By the laws we Origin Gods set for ourselves and our subordinate gods, I am not allowed to personally intervene in any mortal matters. Whether it was the event you all call the War for the Faefolk, your plightor even theirs. Zephira turned her head around to the lonesome orb sitting on its pedestal for a moment before turning back to Tasianna. As a patron Goddess, I have failed you and the fairies. The followers who needed my help have suffered, and now seek to stir chaos and hatred to those around them. Tasianna, your pain is due to my incompetence.

No, no! Goddess Zephira, the Wind Mother, is not at fault. It was my actions alone that caused everything to collapse. I could have said no to Princess Schuris request to go out of the castle, I could have brought her home earlier, I could have been more vigilant and called for escorts, I could have taken care of her instead of letting out my anger on the situation. So many mistakes. Goddess Plesia would have been able to see it all.

Was it considered rude to name Plesia in this situation? Definitely. It was like comparing your current boss with your previous one. Nobody liked having their flaws pointed out and criticized, especially when you then compare them with somebody more competent and able. Zephira was a Goddess, so I expected her pride as one would be scratched.

However, Zephira stayed silent and listened to Tasiannas confession intently.

I despise how fairies always hide their negative emotions away by ignoring the evils in the world staying inside their little fairy tale, like every day is just a festival. I despise it so much. I hate being part of their race, she admitted with a disgusted face. How could they forget Princess Schuri so easily. How could they forgive me so easily? How can they not be angry at me? Do I not deserve punishment for what I did? I wish one of them would just say, Princess Schuri should have lived, instead of you.

Now that is enough! Unable to hold it in anymore, I stood up despite the pain in my legs and walked over to Tasianna. I know you believe your life is less valuable than your previous mistress, but you are wrong, Tasianna! Never, ever say that you wish to die in front of me, ever again! Your words not only hurt me, but they will crush Hestia if she ever finds out about it.

Miss Saori

Every life is precious, Tasianna. Its a tragedy about Princess Schuri, and I can relate to the loss you felt for losing somebody precious to you. Every pain is different, I know, but it doesnt mean we cant sympathize with each other, I said, holding my hand against my chest as I remembered my father and mother. However, cherish your life, Tasianna. Neither your previous nor your current mistress would enjoy seeing you so crushed by all this baggage. Do you understand?

B-But- Tears continued to flow from her eyes, but I ignored them. I couldnt help but speak my mind.

The people you leave behind are the ones suffering the most! I bluntly expressed. You know this too well, right? So do I. So does Hestia. We miss our lives on Earth. If you were to disappear too, we would 100% cry for you. So, stop hating yourself, Tasianna. Relearn to love yourself, just like how Hestia and I can do it. We might have only known each other for less than a year, but we are a close-knit group of friends, right? Like a family.

M-Miss Saori?! Sa-Saori! Waaaaaaaaaah! Burying her face on my chest, Tasiannas wailing was ceaseless. It felt like a river of tears was flowing down, soaking my clothes. Similar to Hestia, Tasianna is also a child with issues, huh? Wait, shes over 80 years old, I shouldnt be treating her like a child despite her mental age.

Petting her head, I smiled as I let her cry out her sorrow.

You have found happiness, I see. Thank you for caring for this young fairy, Saori, Zephira smiled as she looked at us, before turning her back to us. I couldnt help this young one, but you, I will help.

Staaaaaayyy baaaacckkk! For the first time since we fought, the onnikai boss spoke. How considerate of it.

I cannot. It is either I free you from your anger and turn you back into a sprite, or Aurenas champion will destroy you. You will still live if I finish the Rite of the Fading Winds. As a small fragment of myself has been summoned here by Faemancer Silva, her wish to purify you will be upheld, Zephira declared. Ever since I created this rite and bequeathed my knowledge of it to mortals, I have always intended to support my followers with it. It is one of the few ways for a god to personally interact with her people without angering Plesia.

Admittedly, as the patron goddess of fairies, I always imagined Zephira to be more the fun-loving, carefree type, similar to how Tasianna described fairies. It made sense for me that a god would be similar to their supported race, especially if I took the saurian, Mister Kushlekzar, as an example.

Maybe she was more whimsical in private, and she was merely putting up the faade of a serious and competent goddess due to the situation. Hestia and I have two personas for our private and professional lives, after all. Most people do.

Youuuuuu! Haaaaveeee abaaaaadonneedddd usss. Fooorssaaakeeeened! Usss damnnneedddd! Haaateeeeee the onnikai continued speaking in defiance. Gooddeeeesss Illsssaaaaaphooneee gaaveee usss neeeeewww liveesss. Poooweeerrr! Hoooopeeee! Weee can geet veeeeengeaaaance. Goooddeessss Zeeeeephiraaaaleeeftt usss

Without being swayed by its words, Zephira raised Silvas staff, commanding her butterflies to swarm around the orb containing the onnikai. It is true. I didnt do enough. For somebody of my statusnot being able to protect the few faefolk intelligent enough to revere me isembarrassing. So, allow me now to rectify that mistake.

[Pack Leader.]

[Wefollow, Alpha.]

They are imperfect, the former onnikai boss answered in Zephiras stead.

Due to what I did to them with my ruthless attacks and Hestias venom the bodies of the onnikai were severely damaged and, as Zephira turned these onnikai back into spirits, they lost their ability to produce the black slime. This meant the garms couldnt heal their bodies without Hestias healing magic.

No, even with little Hestias spells, these bodies should be abandoned entirely. It is already a feat for these onnikai to have salvaged this mess. They are far too old, which makes them incompatible to be used anymore, Zephira said.

We found these garms bodies as skeletons close to the Belzac forest after I, and few other onnikai, were imprisoned hereis what I can still remember. According to what I heard from the onnikais possessing them, these corpses are seven years old and were withering away when we found them. It took us ten months to bring them to this state.

And they still looked more like zombies than living beings. Flesh and fur were missing, and I could see their bones. With my actions, Ive set their efforts back nearly a year.

Seven years old, huh? That cant be a coincidence that it aligned with the garm subjugation Quest, right?

Please, wait, that does not make sense. Hestia can heal them. Even if they are as old as seven years, could we not give these faefolk a new life? I pleaded with Zephira.

Miss Saori, it isnt that simple, Tasianna stepped in to clear up my misunderstanding. Faefolk adapt, yes, but Goddess Ilsaphones targets were onnikais, faefolk most familiar with the concept of death. They were born from the negative emotions of when they perished, so they made great vessels for her powers as the Goddess of Death and Souls. Even if Lady Hestia were to heal the bodies, they wouldnt be able to adapt to them anymore without Goddess Ilsaphones blessing.

Hmmm, this is really a foreign concept for me.

From what I could surmise, the onnikais were supposed to become a soul by turning into spirits before repairing their bodies; the onnikais in their new state couldnt fit the bodies anymore if Hestia were to heal them. It was like a key with its keyhole, I believe.

Besides, as the bodies were corpses, Zephira worried that they would continue decaying without healing magic now that they couldnt use the black slime anymore. As the bodies were seven years old, she also believed they would decompose even faster.

Through the process Ilsaphone worked on to create a new race, the onnikais inherited the dead garms skills and spells. That was why they were able to use spells and [Telepathy] during our fight. This process also brought the onnikai closer to their garm bodys memories, and they were slowly influenced to believe they were the garms original soul, which explained why they were acting like I was a pack leader or something.

This also explained why my wolf side went wild when they shamed me. The pride of being [Belzacs Successor] made me angry at themeven if it was against my will.

Then what should we do for them? I asked, worried that these onnikai might have wasted all their efforts due to me. The damage was warranted as we were fighting, but I felt a bit saddened, as I valued hard work leading to well-earned rewards.

That was when the garms spoke up.

[Pack Leader.]

[Your spell. Vesselfor us.]

[Wefollow Alphaeverywhere.]

[Wehunt together. Ancestors descendants hunttogether.]

The garms then struck a pose as if they were howling, but whether they were missing a head or had their lungs and windpipe destroyed by me, no voice escaped. They were energetic despite beingwell, zombies.

Hmm, that is a workaround, Zephira commented. Similar to how they possessed these corpses, these new onnikai or spirits may be able to possess that shadow wolf I saw through Silvas eyes, Saori. That familiar is made completely out of your mana, correct? It might work, although I cannot give a precise answer. Haha, and mortals believe the gods are omniscient. Cute and funny, they are.

I think her true personality just shined there.

Would you like to try, Saori? Zephira asked. At that moment, everybodys eyes focused on me. Well, real and imaginary eyes.

Truth be told, I didnt like the idea. Until now, Ive been trying to reject anything to do with my bloodline as a wolf. Yes, I was a child of a garm, but I didnt want it to influence my life. And now, a quartet of garms was asking to follow me around as their Alpha. It was beyond crazy.

I felt if I accepted and they succeeded somehow to possess my [Shadow Pack], then they would be the catalyst to drive me to learn more about Belzac and what happened seven years ago. My intuition was telling me this. I dont want to know anything about my garm mother, father, siblings, and family. Nothing! I wanted to deny Belzac

How embarrassing of me, huh? I am a grown woman, but I was currently fighting over something soinsignificant. However, I wanted to be selfish and childish. I am fucking zero years old! I have the right to throw a tantrum.

But I didnt. Whether it was because of Hestias disposition influencing me or my wish to see their efforts see fruit, or maybe I was seeing my students in these garms, I considered Zephiras words. That was what a good person should be doing, right?

On one condition, I stated. Before I can even answer this request, I want to know more about you. Onnikai, why are you here, and who placed you inside these ruins? For what reason are you in this place?

And that was when the past of this group of onnikai was revealed and the plot behind their existence.