Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1575 - 58: The Two Angels Beneath the Tree
’If you wish to directly explore the depths of the Aijieka Sea, you need to be extremely careful.’ Feruceline concluded with this reminder.
’However, this matter is also extremely perilous. It’s said that even Her Highness the Primordial Wind once got lost deep within Aijieka for years, finally regaining consciousness to awaken.’
’I know, but I still have to try once, otherwise I won’t be at ease.’ Tilan shook her head.
She knew the dangers involved. Humans have so far only reached the unformed shallow layers of the Aijieka Sea, whereas few have approached the ocean depths of another universe. The barrier between the two is the viscous, solidified Aijieka Particle, whose activity is greatly suppressed, and no fiery emotion or spirit can ignite it.
’In fact, after the Aijieka Sea solidifies, these particles are much safer and won’t cause significant erosion or change to humans.’
’If that’s the case, let me wish you a smooth journey, and may all your desires be fulfilled.’
In the following time, Tilan busied herself preparing for this ritual until finally finishing it today, ready to commence.
Ethereal and beautiful songs gradually sang in the hall, like fledgling birds circling under the sunset, hovering above their former home, reluctant until finally flying towards the direction of the sunset, chasing light and heat, leaving the familiar homeland.
The ensemble’s song was light and beautiful, like dawn in the forest, easing the hall into a quiet dream.
The dimension here began to overlap with the Aijieka Sea, and the figure on the throne grew more and more blurred, like rain-drenched glass, indistinct to the eye.
Stars-like lights were hazy in her eyes, and Tilan felt her consciousness slowly slip into a dark slumber.
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The time that passed was unknown.
Her hazy consciousness awakened in the void of the deep sea, and Tilan felt herself soaked at the lightless seabed, where she had no form, resembling an intangible liquid and vapor, only faintly sensing the world’s rhythm.
Sadly, she wasn’t a Saintess blessed by Sifnelian, otherwise, through the vague rhythm, she could quickly perceive the status of this world.
She wandered aimlessly in the water world, trying as much as possible to adapt to this unique environment, and with the assistance of the ritual, she felt herself sinking deeper and slowly submerged at the seabed.
Mud, accumulated Aijieka Particles, the breath of past history, sealed sanctuaries.
Wandering this high-resistance environment, Tilan finally sensed certain embodied existences; their breath was exceptionally solidified, as if petrified.
Slowly flowing past these solidified existences, Tilan couldn’t ascertain whether these slumbering beings were already dead or in eternal slumber.
She continued to move forward step by step...
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The passage of time here was unknown, and in Tilan’s experience, it felt like she had aimlessly wandered for hundreds of years, beginning to gradually forget the purpose of coming here, like a lost soul.
As she was gradually assimilated by this environment, a tiny crimson ember brushed past, its sting startling Tilan wide awake from that chaotic state. She began struggling, prepared to break free from this world.
Continuously probing in all directions, constantly seeking the shallow layers of the Aijieka Sea, Tilan felt she was doing a lot of futile work because she couldn’t distinguish up, down, left, or right, not knowing if she had taken the wrong path.
The only thing she could do was continually expand her perception and range of activity.
Thus, until one moment, all the mist in front of her dispersed, revealing a majestic and grand scene before her.
A giant Crying Angel stood before her, this fiery red-haired Angel’s eyes closed, with empty palms held out, wings widespread at the back, and Tilan stood beneath, only the thickness of the Angel’s pinky finger.
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She silently uttered the name of this Primeval Angel, then raised her head again, realizing just now the ember that brushed past was the tear shed by the figure.
The tears of the Primordial Fire; why did she weep, and why didn’t she open her eyes?
Filled with questions, Tilan gradually approached the giant angel statue in this chaotic world, where only the figure was tangible, surprisingly.
Eventually, she reached the Angel’s brow, and as Tilan truly touched the figure, a peculiar sensation of electrocution spread out, leading her into another world.
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Is this the depths of the Aijieka Sea?
Tilan looked around, finding herself restored to form, wearing the familiar simple style dress she often wore.
She was at a large campus by an Ancient Castle with hills and meadows, occasionally seeing students laughing as they passed by. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
At this moment, she witnessed an epic scene.
By a tranquil lakeside, under the yellow oak leaves, a silver-haired girl leaned against a tree sitting on the lush grass, and on her lap slept another red-haired woman.
White fingers gently caressed the fiery red hair, and the silver-haired girl’s song was slow and tender, gently lulling the other into restful sleep.
As Tilan crunched over the dry leaves approaching the two, the silver-haired girl raised her head, drawn by the sound.
’It’s you.’ Her face was as depicted in many histories and tomes, embodying grace and serenity, as if no problem had ever stumped her and she always walked briskly through one historic moment after another.
Though it was their first encounter, the silver-haired girl seemed to understand Tilan’s thoughts perfectly.
’It’s not yet time for you to be here.’
With these words, Tilan felt as though struck by lightning, awakening from layers of dreams.
She was still in the candle-lit hall, surrounded by nuns quietly singing and chanting around the Throne, as though the hundreds of years experienced were but a moment in reality.
After dispersing the nuns in the hall, Tilan began to recall all she saw today.
The things in the depths of the Aijieka Sea, even carrying the breath of countless histories, simply experiencing them brought some intangible harvest, like the scattered breath causing change.
Finally, the two women under the tree she saw should be the historical Cradle’s Wings and Fire Witch, said to be the erstwhile Primordial Fire.
Why say it’s not time to go there; what mission remains before that, and why does the other avoid meeting her; if her Authority truly comes from the ’Primordial Rock’, the other should understand her background clearly, as the Four Originals closely connect, with few secrets unbeknown to each other.
Tilan felt as if she opened a door, learned many secrets, and discovered even more questions.
