My Players Are So Fierce

“Before I fell into midnight, I was the chief priestess of the Lady Spider Sisterhood! The extent to which Lady Spider favored me is beyond your imagination. I can tell at a glance whether a shadow elf has received the blessing of Lady Abyss.

You have no divine emblem on your face, no divine mark on your body, not even a spiritual imprint from Lady Spider. Under these circumstances, you claim to have met Lady Spider?

Do you think I would believe that?

Honestly, my young compatriot, what exactly were you doing before?”

“Your words make no sense…”

Veylanther suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Although she still displayed full confidence, her evasive eyes betrayed her. It was indeed difficult to hide certain truths in front of a former chief priest of Lady Spider. However, she still persisted, saying:

“Ahem, my audience was different from others’. I did not meet Lady Abyss during a prophecy ritual or prayer. I… alright, I’ll tell you but you mustn’t laugh!

I dreamt of Lady Spider in my sleep, looking exactly like the statue of the Goddess of Abyss we sculpted. She stepped gracefully into my dream through the web of destiny she had woven. I was very tired at the time, you understand, after priests conduct passionate and in-depth soul prayers for devout believers, we are always exhausted.

Moreover, that day I held prayers for seven robust believers at once, in short, I was already half-fainting, and in that intoxicating and comfortable haze, Lady Spider spoke those divine revelations to me…

When I came to my senses, disaster struck right before my eyes!

This made me realize that the lady was not joking with me, so I immediately fled… I told you not to laugh just now! Bastard! Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re an elder.”

“Are you sure you weren’t just high from inhaling ghost face flower pollen, hence the hallucinations?”

Lord Yvette pulled back her charming smile and looked very suspiciously at the young spider girl in front of her. She said:

“I know you young priests love to mess around. You simply can’t understand that pleasure is not the lady’s pursuit; it is merely a method she uses to educate her kin. Young as you are, you always get things the wrong way round. The lady bestows the power of pleasure to increase our population, to make our civilization flourish…

Uh, well, I don’t want to go on with these clichés, but I still can’t confirm your identity, Veylanther…

I wonder if you remember, back when you were still an apprentice priest, your mentor took you to visit my estate.”

“No!”

Veylanther immediately rejected and said:

“Don’t try to probe me with such words, damn it, my mentor died long ago. That doesn’t match the time you became a vampire, you cunning bastard. Moreover, why are you targeting me?

I don’t understand!”

“Because of your prophecy… I heard from those restless little ones about you giving them prophecies to search for their lost equipment.”

Yvette said with a serious expression:

“I myself am the first Weaver of Destiny in shadow elf history. Though I haven’t undergone a Spider Transformation Ritual like you, I am certain that a Weaver of Destiny’s insight into fate cannot reach your outrageous level.

The prophecy accuracy of other Weavers reaches a jaw-dropping 50% at best, but yours is consistently above 90%. Also, I heard from my descendant Lionea that you once predicted Governor Murphy would be attacked.

And then he was indeed attacked?”

“Ah? Isn’t that quite normal?”

Veylanther took a step back and said:

“Our peeking into fate is based on luck. Maybe it’s because I’m lucky?”

“No, luck can’t explain this, especially since Murphy is special. All fate-related spells have a hard time working on him with such precision. His fate is shrouded in mist, not something mortals can discern. That’s why I say you are not Veylanther!

At least not the Veylanther you think you are…

Your soul and spirit show no abnormalities, but my instincts tell me there’s something hidden within you that doesn’t want to be discovered.

Stand still!

Let me take a look.”

Yvette rebuked, and like a command with power in every word, it restrained Veylanther’s attempt to back down and escape, even cutting off her connection to the outside world, forcibly preventing her from calling Murphy for help.

Clearly, the methods of the Third Lord aren’t just about the Arrow of Punishment and being mischievous and provocative. This person can hold the position of the Third Lord for a reason.

To use a deterrent command to control someone like the Golden One, Veylanther suggests Yvette is likely one of the most profound researchers and masters of spiritual energy within the Blood Covenant Knight Order. Her talent for spiritual energy might even surpass the acclaimed blood race genius, The Grand Duke of Triss, and her archery skills are certainly not inferior to her spiritual command.

Most importantly, Yvette is a bona fide ‘Ancient One.’

According to Lionea, at the beginning of the Era, Yvette was already in a high position in the Elf Kingdom.

She surely knows many secrets about the Castilla Elves.

She is a rare multi-talented person.

No wonder she could develop such an unreliable character under the dignified Lord Paryen’s command, no wonder she hasn’t been killed despite repeatedly provoking and attempting to seduce Lord Paryen.