Translator: Yang_Wenli
“Next news. Yesterday, all of the Flame Lizards in the Alchemy Market died...”
Pluk continued to report what happened yesterday in the Noiseless Room. To Joshua, apart from the news about the teleportation formation under the chapel, the remaining news were all insignificant trifle matters.
Nevertheless, they were still valuable enough to be reported as news...
“It will take a long time for me to reorganize the Black Dove. After all, there’s not much order to be said about that organization.”
Currently, the dark elf was only able to provide Joshua with two ‘major news.’ The first one was the teleportation formation in the basement of the Holy Church’s chapel was forcibly demolished. As for the other one, it was the scene of the inquisitor’s death.
But, as the photos the dark elf took of the latter was simply too gorey. It wasn’t that there was too much blood. Instead, the outstanding archery the dark elf had left a hole through the inquisitor’s head and made his brain matters gush out.
On top of that, there was also the appearance of that inquisitor during his death. Joshua couldn’t help but associate it with those indescribable things. Taking into consider Pluk’s news broadcast happens early in the morning and that there were young users among the users of the Mage Forum, Joshua did not have Pluk report the news.
“Have you unified the Black Dove?”
Currently, Joshua was not planning to turn the Morning News into a daily news. He planned to have a Morning News broadcast every three days until the Black Dove finished developing under the dark elf and could gather all the newsworthy activities of Norland right away.
“That’s going to be a bit difficult. But, you only need to give me some time. I will make the members of the Black Dove change their lifestyles.”
The dark elf has always been a nurturing leader to the Black Dove. The members of the Black Dove all knew of her. But, there weren’t really any organizational rules and regulations.
“I’ll have to trouble you then. You don’t have to worry about capital, I can provide all that.”
Joshua’s main profession was that of a programmer. He was only a newbie in human resources. As for reorganizing a loose organization, that would be completely out of question for him. As such, it would be best for the dark elf to handle all of it.
“You’ve already proven to me that what you’re doing is capable of changing this world. Furthermore, what you’re doing deals heavy blows to my enemies.”
The dark elf did a courtesy salute that Joshua cannot understand at all. But, she seemed to be very serious.
Her attitude toward Joshua had changed completely upon her return from the Demon Realm. At the beginning, the dark elf thought what Joshua was doing was completely meaningless. She believed the things he was doing in Norland were no different from the time when he was in the Demon Realm where he would frequently explode buildings, completely meaningless pranks.
But, after experiencing all these things, whether it be the movie ‘Léon: The Demon,’ the Mage Forum or the Voice of Norland, they’ve all shown to her that Joshua was using his own methods to change this world.
Most importantly...
“The game you made has allowed your younger sister to reveal a rare smile. It’s been a long time since she has remained awake for so long.”
During the time the dark elf was in the demon realm accompanying the Fourth Princess, she had practically not enjoyed a night of proper sleep. After the Fourth Princess Faye started using the magic network, she would be spending her entire day in games and practically never take a rest to sleep.
The dark elf would be the one to bring food to her every day. Furthermore, Faye would, from time to time, request for snacks too.
To a creature that would use ‘week’ as the unit of measure for sleep, that was something unimaginable.
“My younger sister... Faye?”
It took Joshua over a minute to recall the name of his younger sister. The Demon Realm’s Third Prince’s memories of his younger sister were truly too lacking.
Although Joshua knew very little about Faye in real life, the ‘Faye’ on the Mage Forum was the ‘God’ of the Games Special District.
She posted multiple strategy guides for Super Mario. Who knows how many young Marios who kept falling into the abyss or were being eaten by the Piranha Plants she helped.
Now, any user that has been to the Games Special District knew of the Gaming God Faye.
“Right. Before I left, your younger sister requested me to tell you that she hoped that you’ll be able to create even more interesting things.”
During the time the dark elf was back in the Demon Realm, she would, apart from providing the Fourth Princess with daily necessities, also play games with the Fourth Princess.
“I am currently considering making new games. There’s also the filming of the new movie...”
Currently, Super Mario was the only game in the Games Special District. Even Joshua felt that it’s too lacking. Developing the games from NES would not be a difficult task for Joshua.
“New movie?”
What caught the dark elf’s attention was the latter sentence. Joshua even noticed that her long pointy ears had perked up.
It would appear that ‘Léon: The Demon’ had completely altered the dark elf’s opinion toward movies.
“I’ve only finished writing the script... the scheduling will only be decided in a week or two.”
Joshua hinted for the dark elf to not become too excited too quickly. At the same time, he opened up the magic network interface and examined the usage of the ‘leaves.’
Joshua was able to monitor the activities of all the people that entered the magic network using the leaves. Take for example, the leaf the dark elf brought to the Fourth Princess was currently being utilized to play Super Mario.
The leaf Joshua gave to the sentinel Pest was currently idle.
But, what Joshua was actually interested in was... the leaf the World Tree handed to Messai out of its own accord.
It... had an all-new user.
.........
Nation of the Holy Church. Holy City.
Messai took a glance at the shackles over her hands. Faint golden rune inscriptions were present on them. The runes had strengthened the shackles to a degree where Messai cannot break free using brute strength.
Shackles like them were originally used to restrict the movements of extremely dangerous criminals. Messai had once been in charge of escorting those dangerous criminals to be tried by the council. But today, she was the criminal being tried.
Messai took a glance at the multi-colored glasses on the side of the hallway and the four templars escorting her... Complicated emotions filled her heart. She wanted to calm herself through prayers but discovered that the canon she would always carry around with her has been confiscated together with her templar’s armor.
She was only wearing a long and thin white dress. She had nothing, not even the qualification to pray to God.
No... she still has some things with her.
An interface that only she could see appeared before her eyes. It was the magic network...
Before proceeding to be tried, Messai did one last thing against her conscience – she hid the leaf of the World Tree and the originium crystal that contains the ability to enter the magic network. Currently, she was holding the two of them in either hands.
Because of that, she made a sudden discovery... Even though she was in the Holy City and thousands of miles away from Norland, she was still able to log into the magic network and skim over the latest contents on the forum.
Furthermore, there was a private message on her Mage Forum interface. It was sent by Cheryl.
‘Messai! Are you in the Holy City?! Damn it! Are you really willing to resign yourself to be executed by those old farts?!’
Messai was startled by those questions. She stopped her footsteps. But, the moment she did that, the templar behind her immediately struck her back using the shaft of his spear to urge her to continue moving.
Messai staggered upon being struck. She turned around and took a glance at the templar that hit her back. Stared at by Messai’s eyes, that templar stepped back in fear. The movements of his hand stiffened.
“Traitor!!” As if to prove that he was not someone scared of a woman, he once again raised the shaft of his spear to stab at Messai. But, his arm was grabbed by a templar who appeared to be his senior.
“Stop!”
After that veteran templar stopped him, he turned to Messai.
“Please proceed onward to accept your trial, Messai... I believe Lord Monica will forgive you,” said the templar.
Forgive...
Messai didn’t say anything. In silence, she arrived at the entrance of the Holy Light Parliament. As she saw the sculpture of god above the entrance, a sense of loss filled her heart.