Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1403: Chapter 1193: The Undead Tribe’s Sincere Devotion

Standing at the Cloud Realm, Hill was full of smiles, yet in his heart, he was grumbling.

The true and genuine feelings of the Undead Tribe are sometimes really overwhelming.

How could they sing such a simple “Happy Birthday” song with so many strange tunes?

Sometimes he regrets being so polite… mainly because if he really blocked his ears, Edna would notice.

His manners prevented him from making such a disgraceful act when others knew about it.

On the contrary, Edna was quite lucky.

When her White Dragon appeared on the horizon, the Undead Tribe began to sing. By the time she flew closer, these people had already suppressed their excited emotions… those who inherently had out-of-tune voices were also ordered to stop their free expression.

Hill felt that managing those families was more exhausting than organizing a national war.

Luckily, the power of the Sanda King remained unchanged, especially nearby Hill, the Black Rose family; some guys, not wanting to be called out, begrudgingly kept their mouths shut.

So now, although it’s still awful to listen to, it’s barely tolerable.

As for the beautiful goddess standing on the back of the White Dragon, her face full of joy, eyes filled with emotion, she probably could self-mute that kind of sound as well.

Hill suddenly thought that he could now temporarily endure that specially rehearsed “Little Bear Song” by those guys back then!

After all, most of the singers were music students, and with the accompaniment sound turned to the maximum, even if the singers numbered over ten thousand, it would still sound… at least listenable.

No matter how tumultuous his heart was, as the architect, he could only smile and welcome the newly landed Goddess of Magic gracefully slipped off the White Dragon”back on the misty platform in front of the Floating Island.

Of course, also along with her, the so-called ‘Old Age Striking King’ who changed into an especially cute white puffy skirt… This lady seemed to have an exceptionally determined aesthetic sense: hairstyle and outfit accessories must match.

It’s unclear when she changed the base of her twin ponytails to alternating shades of pink and white Immortal’s Visit.

This must have been custom-made by some skilled artisan of the Undead Tribe… As a pure decorative item, the Undead Tribe would still make it.

As for daily necessities, the price completely depends on craftsmanship… These two lifelike clusters, looking delicately pink and tender, are the finest of the fine.

Although ‘Old Age Striking King’ is always good at spending money, she rarely invests so much in household items.

Hill could sense the solemnity of this Female Priest… Although she didn’t know Toril was a real world, she clearly understood that Edna’s time in Toril was counting down.

And Edna did not show any godly aloofness in front of this Female Priest— as a deity who just regained her Divine Power, Edna surprisingly had no sense of oppression at all!

Unlike Shaer and Celene, who used avatars… A deity’s true form always carries a daunt aura.

Elvia, as her companion, of course, wasn’t affected, but the ‘Old Age Striking King’ sat easily beside her, walked alongside her… Every step Edna took looked relaxed, but in fact, was very cautious.

The Toril Gods never knew restraint, yet Edna was still the Edna he was familiar with.

Hill spoke with a smile… The warmth rising from his heart made his tone incredibly gentle: “Respected Goddess Edna, welcome home.

Your Immortal’s Visit awaits you, open the door.”

The crowd stopped singing, applauding, shouting ‘welcome home,’ making way for a sparkling purple starry road.

Edna lightly stepped onto the starting point of this purple starry river.

Behind her, ‘Old Age Striking King’ proudly said: “Initially, the blueprint was for a white marble road, but someone found a very large Purple Cristal mine on the World’s Ridge!

Of course, using Purple Cristal to pave a road would be too extravagant, and it’s not sturdy enough, although it can be magically reinforced, our own home shouldn’t be makeshift, right?

Though these are the accompanying Cloud Stones from the Purple Cristal mine, they still contain some Purple Cristal fragments~

We, tens of thousands, dug for a day!

It was hard work to gather enough before Hill began building the ground structures!

This is the birthday gift from all of us in the Black Rose Family for you.

Edna, happy birthday, may joy forever be with you~”

Edna gently pressed her hands against her cheeks, trying to control the blush of emotion already appearing on her face: “I… really like it.

Thank you, my friend, my…”

She softly whispered two words: family.

Edna wasn’t immersed in sentiment for long.

For a girl cherished immensely, sadness is always like dewdrops, fleeting.

She gracefully pushed open the two crystal doors built with Cloud Stone with a hint of purple light on the outer city wall, and what met her eyes was the Immortal’s Visit in full bloom in the front garden.

Even the crystal lamps along the road were shaped like Immortal’s Visit… Although they predominantly featured purple Immortal’s Visit, there were also quite a few white ones, and the other colored ones served as accents, quietly blooming in unexpected places.

The main building was exactly like the Crystal Castle she had imagined.

But to the left of the forecourt, the transparent pentagonal library surprised Edna.

Of course, she was not surprised by the library’s enormity, but by the shelves full of books reaching the ceiling.

She couldn’t help but walk in that direction.

“Weren’t the books from Candlekeep all taken by Oghma?” she couldn’t help but turn her head and ask Hill, who was following beside her.

“Candlekeep basically didn’t have a single… proper book that I hadn’t copied,” Hill replied with a smile. “For your birthday, I also contributed a little. I initially planned to copy all the books I had of Toril and Felunryel and place them here.

But the Undead Tribe, though not having as deeply forged a friendship with you as the Black Rose, couldn’t do nothing with so many years of friendship.

So then, everyone came to help copy… although, knowing their personalities, the copied instances varied in number, even the least amounted to at least 20 books.

So, in the future, you only need to collect new books.”

Edna turned her head, and gave a gentle chest salute to the Undead Tribe who were smiling at her: “Thank you all for your deep affection and friendship.

Everything today, Edna will never, ever forget.”

Whether standing in the Floating City or in the Hidden Forest below, the Undead Tribe expressed their joy through their most enthusiastic cheers of ‘Happy Birthday Edna’ and ample expressions and gestures:

Each contribution they made was merely out of willingness to express their intentions, without expecting anything in return.

But seeing the person receiving this intention could understand and cherish it, always brings joy to people.

Edna tilted her head, a smile lingering on her lips.

As she turned to walk toward the castle, she suddenly noticed at the center of the library, a circular crystal display case filled with magical light slowly rotating.

The outermost layer of the case was firmly sealed with the highest quality… clearly crafted by Sun Elves of demigod level and above… glass steel.

Inside the crystal case, pages of golden scrolls were placed: stored in specially made small boxes inside the case, inserted vertically on a mithril pillar at the center of the display.

Edna hesitated for a moment and then turned to look at Hill, glancing once again.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, “Are those also books you copied from Toril?”

“Originally, they were too precious.” Hill’s smile was impeccable. “I thought they’d be better kept by the esteemed Goddess of Magic.”

“You…” Edna suddenly laughed, “Should I be thankful you didn’t throw them in my path halfway through my journey?”

“Such malicious actions can only be used on equally malicious… strangers,” Hill said sincerely, “One cannot scheme against friends.”

He had thought about it, but the more Hill observed this young girl, the less he could act.

If he had discarded them at the start, it would have been fine, as he was not very familiar with her at first… but later, he watched the large screen for too long.

Edna’s actions were enough to earn his respect.

This was someone who could maintain their true self in the face of powerful forces.

Edna looked again at the beautiful crystal case, suddenly laughing with her eyes squinted: “I see the winds of Icewind Valley, hear the songs of Windsong Tower… this must be quite an interesting story.”

“The main key of Windsong Tower is at the bottom of the crystal case.” Hill tilted his head slightly, “Mis Zhunuo has completely collapsed, and even the Elven Cemetery no longer exists… only Dawn Tower and half of Windsong Tower remain.

For the Elves, it is no longer home, so it is better to leave this ring to the Goddess of Magic.”

Edna gently nodded: “Then let it slumber there. I have no interest in appearing anywhere other than Immortal’s Visit and Hidden Forest.”

“Mystra can’t be without followers,” Hill thought for a moment and still reminded her.

“That’s fine,” Edna smiled indifferently, “When I am absolutely fair to all believers, the truly devout will only become fewer.

I… just need to stay in the Weave and weave my web well.”

“Ah!”

“Earthquake!”

With a loud explosion from the Stellar Realm, it seemed as if the entire Toril Planet was shaking.

“Heim is dead?” Hill couldn’t help but look up at the starry sky.

“Hmm… hmm!” Edna suddenly picked up her skirt and rushed toward the purple Crystal Castle.

Hill was taken aback, before shouting after the rapidly catching up ‘Old Age Striking King’: “Edna probably only has half an hour.

Today, it must end.”

The ‘Old Age Striking King’ waved his hand, the white gloves inlaid with purple diamonds strikingly conspicuous.