Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1197: Chapter 988: Who Does the Crown of the Undead Belong To?

Xinbu gave the visitors below some time to deliberate before continuing, “As for the harm caused by the Haber family to all of you, I don’t think it’s necessary to say much more.

After all, although Long Saddle Town was cleared out by the Teraxil Elves of Agleya, wasn’t the Deepwater City Haber caravan divided and swallowed by you guys?

Of course, those without ability didn’t gain any benefits, but that’s not anyone’s fault, you can only blame yourself for being weaker than others!”

“Xinbu!” Elaströ frowned and interrupted her brazen speech.

The Storm Queen casually switched her leg, continued to cross it, her eyes filled with arrogance, as small whirlwinds appeared around her… She was a bit impatient now.

As a dictatorial queen, Xinbu was accustomed to the silence and obedience of those below her after issuing commands.

So seeing these citizens of Deepwater City with obvious rebellious emotions, Xinbu always felt the urge to summon a hurricane and blow them all away.

However, she also understood that Deepwater City was different from Agralunde, which she had been sheltering for thousands of years… So Xinbu decisively signaled to Kelben with her eyes… She had said all she needed to, it was time for him to wrap things up.

Kelben’s eyes, like those of a black beetle, flickered for a moment. He glanced at Elaströ who seemed completely disinterested in speaking… Laila seemed truly enraged this time, otherwise, Elaströ and Xinbu wouldn’t treat him so coldly, and the two sisters, who usually defended their own fiercely, wouldn’t behave so officially.

Kelben understood well what this meant… If Laila decided to break ties with him purely out of emotion and disapproval of her son’s future, then the cunning Elaströ and Xinbu were definitely pessimistic about his future.

The Black Staff raised his head and showed a cold smile to those below… These people of Deepwater City, as long as he remained strong and didn’t shift his stance, he could suppress them easily.

His greatest error… Kelben glanced towards the North, was underestimating the young ones… Without Agleya, these cowardly and timorous people in Deepwater City wouldn’t dare cause trouble.

He looked at the radiant smile of the Lord of Dawn, and then at the proudly aloof Silver Bishop… These two prominent figures, whom even the nobles and merchants of Deepwater City usually avoided, now had people surrounding them with compliments.

They hoped for nothing more than they could call upon the Lord of Dawn and the Maiden of the Moon for salvation.

Even if Deepwater City had no value for rescue, at least when they fled towards Agleya in despair, those two could lend a hand.

Kelben sighed silently, the situation had reached this point, he could only persist in protecting Deepwater City… If he gave up on Deepwater City, then everything he had done in the past would be purely out of self-interest, rather than for the defense of his city.

With his understanding of that Mystra, if he could risk his life protecting Deepwater City, then when she returned to rule the Weave again, she might still admire his actions and grant him another chance at resurrection.

But if it’s believed he was merely satisfying his own power desire… Even Azuth, who was both mentor and friend, could be abandoned, what did Kelben count for?

Alas!

Kelben glanced below with a hint of confusion… Where exactly was Mystra? Did he really have to wait another eight years to see her appear?

But his Deepwater City probably won’t hold for another eight years.

The appearance of Manks was a sign… Both enemies and allies felt that Kelben should perish.

He was genuinely perplexed about why the meticulously devised plans he had thought through for so long suffered such a catastrophic failure… When Kelben discovered that Midnight Mystra was dissatisfied with Azuth, he had carefully prepared a path for advancement.

And the Master of Prophecy Safras had also chosen to secretly ally with him… Otherwise, Kelben would never have tampered with the prophecy of the Tablets of Fate.

Safras had informed him that as long as the result aligned with what the Tablets of Fate desired, even if there were minor alterations during the process, AO was never particularly concerned.

Just like when Safras, the erstwhile enemy of Azuth, had his fate planned as per the Tablets, yet he managed to pave a better path for himself, transitioning smoothly from Azuth’s adversary to his aide, and later becoming Mystra’s lesser god.

Azuth’s fate had indeed become obscured… Safras saw the end of this Deity of Mages, prompting him to display some friendliness towards Kelben, who had potential to succeed.

All his actions had been thoroughly calculated using Safras’s crystal of destiny… Yet the outcome was utter defeat.

No! He hadn’t completely lost!

Touching the black scepter in his hand, Kelben regained his spirit, wearing a rare smile on his face, “If it’s a natural disaster, then I am powerless.

But if it’s merely enemy onslaught… even in death, I’ll persist until the end.”

He looked pointedly towards the North, “Even if they’re strong enough to kill an Ancient Giant Dragon, I am unafraid.”

Edna suddenly stood up, a cold smile on her lips, “Archmage Kelben, there’s no need for covert instigations.

Hill has always been disinterested in Toril’s insignificant affairs! But this doesn’t mean he’s fearful of you.

Agleya has never feared any adversary!

Even if all the Magic Electors arrive outside Agleya City to aid you, it’s the same!”

Elaströ gave Kelben an icy glance… Truly she couldn’t understand why this guy was always so fixated on the Lord of Agleya, targeting him from the start and still refusing to relent.

She displayed a gentle smile, “Edna, don’t be so sensitive.

“Kelben is just…”

“Just angry about the downfall of the Haber Family!” Edna raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Indeed, a family supported for thousands of years turns out to be a hidden force of Mark City— what a disgrace for the proud Archmage of the Black Staff!

Therefore, the Agleya territories, which exposed the truth, are naturally worth hating.

Unfortunately, we never care about the hostility of irrelevant people.

Although Hill is reluctant to get involved in Toril’s mess, he is very willing to have someone in Agleya create a little fun for him.

Otherwise, how dull and boring the days would be, spending time with the Maiden of the Moon, the Goddess of the Night, and the Lord of Dawn!”

Elaströ sighed and said gently, “Don’t be so extreme, Edna.”

Xinbu tilted her head to look at the angry brunette girl: “Ah… why aren’t you silver-haired? Otherwise, you’d be perfect as my heir!”

Edna’s anger was interrupted by the Storm Queen’s whimsical remark. She glanced at the group of mages glaring at her behind Xinbu, and deliberately rolled her eyes in a manner visible to all: “Firstly, I have no interest in the throne of Agralunde.

Secondly, can you think before you speak? Otherwise, should I assume you’re planning to have your apprentices assassinate me?

Have you forgotten that I have High-level Followers of Shaer standing beside me?

Underhanded methods are useless; what would they do instead?

Heh~

I wouldn’t mind letting them come, but only if they don’t mind not returning.

Lastly, the position of the Witch of Agralunde can only be inherited by a born Magician, right? So… why are you spouting nonsense?”

“Because I’m happy and also not happy,” Xinbu said with a smile.

Edna unfolded her fan and slowly sat back down: “What does that have to do with me? Whether you scold each other or fight, just leave Agleya out of it.”

“Hill.” Celene asked earnestly, “Is she really considering herself the future Governor of Hidden Town?

What did you do to make Edna so loyal and unchanging in her resolve?”

“I think she’s just trying to dispel all speculation about her identity.” Hill said with a chuckle, “Whether she admits it or not, being an Eighth Ring Mage under sixteen, there’s a blue mist about Edna.

She may not be Mystra, but she’s certainly had some involvement with that figure.

There won’t be a lack of people trying to ascertain her relationship with Mystra.”

Shaer agreed, “Much smarter than before.”

Celene sighed uninterestedly, “It’s all an act! But so convincing… there will be less fun in Toril later on!”

“Isn’t this enough for you to savor for a few centuries?” Lansendel asked in surprise, “Celene, you really are greedier than me!”

The sudden booming sound on the giant screen caused the deities bickering idly on the Floating Castle to cease fire… a humanoid creature with a skull of a dragon’s head smashed a corner of the circular hall with a massive scythe and charged directly towards the center of the venue.

The panicked crowd frantically fled to the edges… The three Chosen waved their hands to retreat the Low Rank Mages behind them, gazing seriously at the figure.

“Is the Crown of the Undead that strong?”

Almost simultaneously with the attack, directing herself and her companions’ sofa to fly to the northwest corner of the hall, Edna asked with interest.

A nimble body suddenly leaped onto the sofa floating in mid-air and sat beside Edna.

“Deepwater City is currently filled with the Divine Power of Kranvo.” Gendilarei said with a laugh, “How suitable it is for the Red Robes, inheritors of Santarin’s legacy, to cause trouble!

If they can injure Xinbu, they could directly become a member of the Council of the Undead upon return.

Speaking of which, Edna’s jewelry set is really nice~

Few people would add Enhanced Levitation to such expensive Magical Curios. I thought these Magic Electors had lost their isolation from the Weave!”

“Now… it has failed.” Nasir said softly, “What an inefficient attack! Was all the power used to break the barrier?”

“Just watch that Manks.” Edna smiled calmly and said, “With the methods of the Undead, who knows if it’s from Sazzastan’s Red Robes or the one on the Weave.”

Gendilarei paused for a moment: “Isn’t she just eight, there’s still time, right?”

Edna said blandly, “Eliminate the opponents, and the neutrals will become allies.”