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Chapter 685: Chapter 75 Did You Two Form a Band Before?

Chapter 685: Chapter 75 Did You Two Form a Band Before?

Yanis turned her head upon hearing the voice, only to see Aiwass held in the arms of Her Highness the Holy Maiden, riding atop a unicorn.

Her expression immediately became inexplicably odd.

She bowed slightly, her right hand over her chest, and gave a greeting to the Pure White Saintess above the unicorn, “Your Highness, it’s been a long time.

May Candle Master protect you.”

“And may Candle Master protect you as well.

It has been a long time, Yanis,” the Pure White Saintess said with a smile, her voice warm, “You can just call me Grey.”

This was the “Pure White” Saintess’s real name—a name theoretically not widely known.

“Then…

Grey,” Yanis adjusted her hat, pulling the brim down slightly as if subconsciously trying to shield her face, “Are you doing well?”

“I am well.”

Grey watched Yanis, her right hand over her chest.

Her voice was soft, earnest, “But I’ve missed you.”

Yanis seemed to realize something.

She emitted a meaningless moan, as if pretending to have a headache, she stretched her hand to cover her forehead, using the back of her hand to shield her face.

But her cheeks were somewhat flushed, even spreading to the tips of her ears.

Oops.

This was the first time Aiwass had seen the usually carefree Yanis react this way.

His eyebrows raised, invigorated by the revelation.

So they knew each other?

And it seemed their relationship was…

perhaps…

Aiwass pondered in silence, coming up with an apt description:

——It’s like you two played in a band together as kids.

Initially, he had watched Yanis standing immobile, even momentarily imagining her as a sculpture.

Aiwass had been somewhat worried that Yanis would become amberficated if she stayed too long here, but now it seemed there was no need for concern.

It wasn’t just Aiwass who heard that remark.

Even though the Pure White Saintess had lowered her voice, she was at least five meters away from Yanis.

If Yanis could hear her from that distance, so could the three people next to her.

Sherlock and Lily both turned to look over immediately.

It was fortunate that there were no other elves spectating nearby, just these acquaintances.

Taking a deep breath, Yanis regained her composure.

She lifted her head, running a hand through the strands of hair hanging beside her ear, displaying a bright and free-spirited smile as usual, “Indeed, Grey…

it’s been over two hundred years since we last met, hasn’t it?”

“One hundred and ninety-five years.

It’s not quite two hundred; you remembered incorrectly,” the Pure White Saintess replied, pointing towards a statue, “Master Bettina Dia amberficated in 1704…

and since then, you’ve left the Holy Nation.”

Upon hearing this, Aiwass subconsciously looked towards the sculpture in front of Yanis.

It was an elf dressed as a painter, seemingly only a little older than Yanis, possibly in her early thirties.

Unlike Yanis’s fashionable and carefree attire…

the elf wore a dress with a short skirt, her hair piled high, revealing a slender neck.

Her beautiful, gentle face held downcast eyes with a concentration that seemed to slow time itself.

If it weren’t for the paintbrush in her right hand, one might even think she was holding a spoon, feeding a child.

The clear, transparent sculpture was a beautiful yellow-green color—like amber salt from the sky plummeting into a green lake.

Melting as it sank, the sculpture completely dissolved around her chest and abdomen, branching into tendrils of blooming flowers.

“Like some crystal dissolving in water…

does amberfication have to do with the Path?” Sherlock spoke solemnly, mumbling, “Two Paths merging…

why would it turn into this color…”

Lily gently tapped his arm, signaling him not to speak aloud.

Meanwhile, Aiwass turned his gaze to the plaque beneath the statue.

“Bettina Dia Vanhua, 1388-1704, amberficated due to a breakthrough in painting skills, duration of amberfication was five months.”

He realized…

this place was essentially a graveyard for elves who had undergone amberfication.

The essence of amberfication is the transformation into Spirit Amber.@@novelbin@@

Said Spirit Amber refers to amber that envelops insects and other life forms.

Once solidified, it signifies entering a state neither alive nor dead.

The soul doesn’t enter the Dream Realm, nor does it reincarnate—the soul remains within the body.

Hence, the “spirit” in Spirit Amber also refers to the solidified soul within them.

Elves affected by amberfication enter a prolonged slumber, retaining minimal awareness of the outside world, but with a greatly elongated perception of time—centuries may pass in the blink of an eye.

Because of this, directly killing or destroying them would undoubtedly be inhumane…

the only option is to find a place to keep them.

The Ring suited this purpose just fine.

…She wasn’t even four hundred years old yet.

How young.

Aiwass mused silently.

Even if Bettina Dia were still alive today, she would only be slightly older than Yanis.

——Now, Yanis was even older than her teacher had been at the time of her amberfication.

Could this be considered a youthful genius among the elven race?

But from the onset of amberfication to death, it took less than five months.

Such speed was considered rapid even amongst cancers…

With this thought, Aiwass glanced back at the Pure White Saintess, a touch concerned.

Although according to the game, Grey’s condition seemed to have stabilized in the end,

Given the changed circumstances, it wasn’t certain she would recover…

and Aiwass had no idea why she had become amberficated in the first place.