After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 188 - 59: Lies Turned into... Reality
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Mist looked up, following the voice and saw a handsome knight in silver armor, greeting her warmly. π³ππππππππ πππ.π°π π¦
She fell silent for a moment, then asked,
"Why are you here... here?"
"I heard you were in trouble." Xi Mu sat down, glanced at the extinguished campfire, and then flicked his fingers, sending a spark flying into the pile.
The extinguished fire reignited.
The flickering flames reflected on the silver armor, giving a warm and reliable feeling.
Mist folded her arms and was silent for a while.
"Accused of colluding with cultists... committing mass slaughter and desecrating the gods."
"Didnβt you go to find your brother?" Xi Mu asked, puzzled, while the nearby mare also looked on with confusion.
In response, Mist said, "After we parted, I went straight to look for my brother, but as I was passing through the Cardilon Kingdom, I was suddenly... stopped."
Her voice was both angry and icy.
"They claimed I colluded with cultists, conducted a large-scale massacre in Cardilon Kingdom, and offered souls to the Witch of Death."
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Xi Mu frowned, pretending to think for a moment.
He, of course, knew Mist hadnβt committed mass slaughter, much less conspired with followers of death for soul sacrifices.
This was an obvious frame-up, designed to prevent Mist from... rescuing her own brother.
If Mist really had gone to where the God of Blood resides and really had drawn her sword to retrieve her brother, all the gods would have lost face.
Therefore, Mist had to stop, until the God of Blood fully recovered, until Michael turned into a cream puff.
Only then could Mist leave.
"This is an injustice," his tone firm, then under Mistβs gaze, he offered a suggestion.
"Ignore them and just... leave Cardilon Kingdom, and prioritize rescuing Michael."
"They wonβt let me leave," Mist shook her head, her voice cold, containing barely suppressed anger.
"The Saint of the Church of Justice, her power covers Cardilon Kingdom. Unless I can prove my innocence, I can only move around within Cardilon Kingdom until the Saint of the Church of Justice issues a... verdict."
"Must you prove your innocence?" Xi Mu mused. He knew the power of the Justice Saint. It was a power that could inflict punishment with just a verdict of "guilty," varying by the crime.
During this time, the accused would be forced to remain within restricted movement, leaving no chance of escape.
Unless Mist killed the Justice Saint, but... making a move against a Judge immediately triggers a "guilty" verdict.
And there are people protecting the Justice Saint too.
"From the beginning, they didnβt care if I was innocent." Mistβs voice was unusually calm, having realized during her time trapped in Cardilon Kingdom that no form of defense would work.
Those framing her knew she was innocent better than she herself did.
"How do you know if you donβt try?" Xi Mu said while taking out bread and milk from his ring and handing them to Mist, adding,
"Letβs fill your stomach first."
"...Thank you." Mist blinked, watching Ahtalβs sincere and gentle smile, reminding her of her brother.
Yet the feeling was somewhat different from that of her brother.
Xi Mu watched as Mist ate the bread bite by bite, finding her somewhat like a little hamster. Paired with Mistβs tall figure and stern demeanor, it unexpectedly created a cute contrast.
Just then,
A wave of heat suddenly arrived, and the snow began to melt, as if a massive furnace had approached.
Xi Muβs smile faded, looking towards the source of the heat, and saw a boy no taller than about four feet, his body ablaze with red flames.
The air itself began to warp and blur under the combustion of the red flames.
"Hello, thief who stole the dragonβs power." The boy waved, his smile bright and composed, "Sorry to disturb your private meeting."
Upon seeing this, Mist stood up, ready to slay this brazen little dragon with her sword, even though she could tell this little dragon had not come to trouble her.
But she now took Ahtalβs troubles as her own.
He had stood up for her when she was accused of being a cultist and even provided her with clues to find her brother. She remembered his kindness.
So, seeing someone troubling Ahtal, her first reaction was to draw her sword, to repay Ahtalβs kindness.
Compared to her brotherβs kindness and benevolence, she actually wasnβt a very gentle person, caring only about her close friends and family.
And when someone threatened her friends and family,
She must respond with sword and blade.
"Letβs fill your stomach first." Xi Mu raised his hand to hold Mist down, not wanting her to eliminate what he considered a potential source of experience.
The boy smiled upon seeing this, waved his flaming hand, sparks flying everywhere, "Itβs okay, you can both come at me."
"Iβll handle him and try to clear your name," Xi Mu stood up, bracing his knees, stored the mare back into his ring, then started towards Cardilon.
The boy smiled, unhesitant to follow, unafraid of Ahtal, confident in escaping even if he couldnβt win.
The two walked one after the other for a distance.
Until a moment later,
Xi Muβs lips moved, reciting a spell, and took out the Great Sword of Death. His shadow writhed, and a tall, slender woman emerged, her body completely wrapped in black cloth.
