"Just like human beings will eventually face their own death, I cannot have the slightest resistance to the upcoming fate." Gardevoir said a bunch of inexplicable questions and tugged at his wrinkled face with the corner of his mouth: "Yes.

For us destiny weavers...meeting the given destiny is the ending we expect."

"You...can't believe..."

Duan Qing, who was about to be drowned by the screaming wind of his soul, shouted at the top of his lungs: "You can't believe this! Your own destiny...should be decided by yourself!"

"Maybe it is like this for adventurers." The old woman said in a calm voice: "But for us people... this is something we have always believed in."

"Please understand my calm mood now."

"No……"

Feeling the pain that had been gathering in his chest, Duan Qing, who was tightly entangled by countless black shadows, struggled violently: "You are lying..."

"If this is how you feel now, what is the sadness that fills my heart?"

An inexplicable aura began to emerge from his body, and terrifying veins began to spread on Duan Qing's forehead: "If you want to meet your destiny safely, you will not help us for free, nor will you tell us so

What a secret, and your own past... And it is precisely because your heart is still full of attachment to life and still has a glimmer of hope that you did not turn me into one of the corpses outside the house, but let me

Standing in front of you..."

"Living is better than anything else...these are your exact words!"

The creaking and frictional sound constantly filled every part of Duan Qing's body that was restrained, and at the same time, there was a loud roar of his resistance: "That void library... I haven't finished visiting it yet!"

"...You are not dead yet, just because your will to resist still exists."

Gardevoir was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head: "Besides... the magic circle set by Oxen is sucking out my life force, and the final ritual is irreversible."

"At least you should... tell me the truth." Duan Qing, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and whispered: "If you die... you have to die... do you understand?"

"...Forget it." Gardevoir paused for a moment, gasped and shook his head: "Oxon's purpose is very simple... he wants to activate the Star of Mornar."

"Morna...z..." Duan Qing, who seemed to have persisted to the end, his voice became distorted: "Please...details..."

"That is the legacy left by the magician named Molnar when the Free City was founded." Gardevoir simply replied: "This is what Oxon told me before he left. I don't know the specific purpose.

It’s clear, but it should be related to the contract established by the original pirates, because to activate that thing…all the keys to the Twelve Thrones are needed.”

"so……"

"I am the holder of one of the keys, and the magic power in my body... has also begun to flow to that central area."

Looking towards a certain direction in the cabin for a while, Gardevoir's old wrinkled face showed a smile again: "Whether it is because of Oxon's request or out of belief in fate, I will not resist him.

This arrangement was made to help him complete this ritual, but that guy still didn’t seem to have enough trust in me, so he had to use such an extreme method..."

"That's... just... I mean..." Duan Qing, who was gradually enveloped by Gardevoir's black energy, squeezed out the last bit of his voice: "As long as... it's stopped..."

"No, adventurer, there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Looking at his beloved cabin, Gardevoir smiled and shook his head: "And... the time has come."

call--

The cold roar then completely submerged the entire room, using black energy to once again block the line of sight between Duan Qing and the Shadow Mage. With all his strength, he heard a sound like a broken bowstring, and then helplessly
Chapter completed!