Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c88

Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 88 – Humanity’s Civilization Is Always in Peril

Yan City.

After the communication ended, the Holy Knight-Captain immediately relayed the results to the participants of the secret meeting.

Most of the reinforcements from other mega-cities remained in Yan City to assist with reconstruction, while some acted as messengers, carrying the news back to their respective cities.

However, the team leaders all stayed behind as representatives, waiting for further instructions in the Yan City conference room.

Upon learning that the Witch of Envy hadn’t truly descended, and that the mysterious girl was the victor, everyone was relieved, but their relief quickly turned to anxiety.

Lin Cheng hadn’t revealed the full truth, concealing Luo Yan’s existence and instead attributing the victory to the girl everyone had seen, presumably the “Eldest Mister.”

After all, only he and Rhine knew what had truly transpired within the “Ember’s” space.

And Rhine wouldn’t reveal the truth either, remaining silent about Lin Cheng’s version of events.

Similarly, in Lannister, only the higher-ups and Grandma Zoya knew about Luo Yan’s existence, and combined with the reports from Yan City, they had pieced together the truth.

But due to Elise’s warning, they also kept it secret.

Luo Yan’s existence was, for now, concealed.

Therefore, what worried the meeting participants most was what to do with this mysterious girl.

…Or rather, who would claim her.

Having defeated the Witch of Envy, her strength was undoubtedly above “Destruction” level.

Whether for the Free Federation, Dawn, other factions, or even the competing mega-cities within the Free Federation, a “Destruction” level ability user was a game-changer.

Whispers filled the conference room, every word reaching the Holy Knight-Captain’s ears.

He listened to their increasingly outlandish speculations, his expression impassive, but his head throbbed.

If it weren’t for the Saint’s orders, he wouldn’t be presiding over this troublesome meeting.

As a valiant knight, he should be on the front lines, not playing word games with these “clever” people.

Fortunately, this didn’t last long. Elise’s voice echoed in his mind.

After listening intently, the Knight-Captain’s expression turned serious. He tapped the table lightly with his armored fingers.

“Everyone, please be quiet.”

A force silenced the room.

All eyes turned to the Holy Knight-Captain at the head of the table.

“The Saint has sent a message,” the Knight-Captain said, ignoring Elise’s mental protests. “She, representing the Sanctuary and the Twelve Saints, will take responsibility for the ‘Witch of Envy’ incident.”

The room erupted in murmurs.

The Saint herself was involved?

But thinking about it, a matter of this level could only be handled by a Saint.

Entrusting it to anyone else would be too controversial.

Since the “Witch of Absolute Death” war, the Twelve Saints had rarely appeared in public, only a few making occasional appearances every few decades.

After centuries, they had become legends, even more mysterious than the recently deceased Mister Nine.

At least Mister Nine, due to his leadership of Dawn, had appeared in public from time to time.

“As you all know, this is a serious matter, not just the reappearance of the ‘Witch of Envy’,” the Knight-Captain continued, his expression grave. “It could also mean… the awakening of the other slumbering Primordial Demons, the return of the Calamity Tide that once ravaged the world…

“The Witch of Envy isn’t dead, merely retreated. We don’t know if, or when, she will return.”

He looked around the room, seeing hesitation and calculation in their eyes.

“‘Humanity’s civilization is always in peril’—these are the Saint’s words, words the Noah Holy Church has never forgotten. But now… it seems we are the only ones who remember.”

The world had been at peace for too long, creating a false sense of security.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that the dormant Primordial Demons hadn’t vanished, that they could awaken at any moment, bringing another apocalypse.

The participants were silent, their thoughts unknown to the Knight-Captain.

“One more thing, due to this incident, and the necessary follow-up actions, the Twelve Saints have decided to convene a Grand Council of Cities, to be held in Noah three months from now,” the Knight-Captain announced.

“A formal notice will be sent to all mega-cities, and other human factions will also receive invitations.”

“There’s no need for excessive panic, but we cannot underestimate the implications of this matter. The Saints will provide further explanations at the Grand Council.”

This preemptive warning was necessary. The last Grand Council had been convened during the Witch of Absolute Death war, a total mobilization of humanity’s forces, to fight the fully manifested Witch.

That war had decimated humanity’s elites, barely managing to seal the Witch away again.

…That kind of full descent was completely different from the current “Witch of Envy” incident.

The mere presence of the Witch of Absolute Death in her true form had destroyed several mega-cities.

And this time, it was just a fragment of her aura.

“That’s all for now,” the Knight-Captain shrugged. “Those who wish to remain in Yan City and assist with the reconstruction can stay. The rest of you, please return and prepare.”

Finally, this ordeal was over… The Knight-Captain’s stoic exterior hid his relief.

Three minutes of this political maneuvering was worse than three days and nights of fighting.

The Knight-Captain was relieved, but the others were worried.

Despite the warning, the announcement of the Grand Council still reminded them of the Witch of Absolute Death war centuries ago.

…That war hadn’t just decimated humanity’s elites, but also indirectly caused the decline of countless mega-cities.

Not destroyed by the Witch of Absolute Death directly, but because their protectors had perished in that war, countless lives lost like grains of sand.

It was a legendary war, sung by bards, a war that birthed countless heroes and stories.

But in its aftermath, only devastation remained.

The mega-cities had to consider the potential consequences of another world war. No one wanted to experience that again.

It might be an opportunity, but the cost…

“A Grand Council…”

Regardless, no one could refuse an invitation from the Twelve Saints of Noah, not even Dawn.

Meanwhile, in a Yan City hospital ward.

After learning that Luo Yan was alive, Lin Cheng immediately informed Qin Wen and Hua Qiling.

After a period of recovery, and with the help of a healing priest from the Holy Knight team, Qin Wen had awakened.

She remembered everything that had happened while under the “Witch of Envy’s” influence.

The “Demonic Qin Wen” and the real Qin Wen were one and the same in her memories, every thought and feeling vivid.

Especially the final prayer to the “Witch of Envy,” and the burning of her soul while facing Luo Yan, filled Qin Wen with anguish.

She constantly frowned in her sleep, her troubled mind preventing her from resting, any noise startling her awake.

This had been going on for a while, and Qin Wen now looked haggard, her tall frame gaunt and thin.

However, considering her condition, her survival was practically a miracle.

Ninety-nine percent of her consciousness had been consumed by the “Witch of Envy,” her soul completely corrupted, and the final, desperate act of piercing her own throat had almost extinguished her remaining will.

If it weren’t for the inexplicable disappearance of the demonic corruption, even with the healing priest’s help, she wouldn’t have survived.

Learning that Luo Yan was safe, Qin Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt responsible for forcing Luo Yan to confront the “Witch of Envy,” the guilt a constant torment.

Hua Qiling’s reaction, however, was more subdued. She had had a feeling that Miss Luo Yan wouldn’t die so easily.

Not even the Witch of Envy could take her life.

This news simply confirmed her intuition.

What surprised her more was another piece of news…

“Sister… met Miss Luo Yan…?”

What a strange coincidence!

And why… did she feel such unease upon hearing this?

This news, more than Luo Yan’s “death,” made Hua Qiling’s heart pound, a sudden urge to rush to Lannister rising within her.

But she quickly calmed herself.

Yan City, in the midst of reconstruction, needed her. And with her sister there, shouldn’t she be more at ease about Miss Luo Yan?

Should she?

The image of her sister and Miss Luo Yan, chatting and laughing, appeared in her mind, and Hua Qiling quickly shook her head, dispelling these strange thoughts.

“Hua Qiling, what are you thinking…?”

She slapped her slightly flushed cheeks, trying to regain her composure.

Just then, she saw a small head peeking in from the doorway.

“Anna?” Hua Qiling raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you come in?”

The small head flinched, and Anna entered, her head lowered, her voice filled with grievance.

“Second Sister Hua…”

“Just call me… never mind, what is it?”

Hua Qiling looked at Anna, puzzled. When had this usually boisterous child become so quiet?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Anna bowed repeatedly, tears in her eyes. “The Flower Shop… it’s destroyed…”

“Uh…”

Hua Qiling was stunned. She hadn’t expected this.

At the end of the war, Rhine, to force a breakthrough, had summoned a sandstorm that had swept through the core district, heading straight for the Ember Furnace.

Buildings along its path had been destroyed, including, unfortunately, the Flower Shop.

In the sandstorm’s wake, the shop, carefully decorated by Hua Qingling and Hua Qiling, and lovingly tended to by Anna, was now in ruins.

Judging from Anna’s red, swollen eyes, she had been crying for a long time.

But her first reaction was to apologize to Hua Qiling and Hua Qingling, for the shop they had entrusted to her.

“It’s not your fault,” Hua Qiling scratched her head. “The shop is gone, it’s a pity, but…”

Seeing Anna’s tears, she sighed and patted her head.

“Don’t be sad, we can just rebuild it.”

“There’s no need…”

Anna mumbled, lowering her head further.

“Hm?” Hua Qiling paused, her hand still on Anna’s head. “Why?”

“I’m… leaving Yan City soon,” Anna whispered. “Actually, I came here to say goodbye…”

“Leaving?” Hua Qiling was surprised. “Where are you going?”

“To… Noah,” Anna mumbled. “Elise said I should represent Yan City at the Grand Council of Cities… She said everyone else is too busy, and it’s not like Yan City has anything to contribute anyway, so anyone will do…”

Hua Qiling’s expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Of course, she knew what the Grand Council of Cities was, having diligently studied the history of the Witch of Absolute Death war.

It was a historical event, the starting point of countless stories, both heroic and tragic.

And this… Elise… had casually decided that Yan City could just send anyone?

Who did she think she was?!

“You… agreed?” Hua Qiling’s lips twitched. “Didn’t City Lord Lin say anything? What about the Director-General?”

“They said it was fine… I didn’t want to go at first, but with the Flower Shop destroyed, I don’t know what to do…” Seeing Hua Qiling’s almost murderous gaze, Anna quickly added, “And Elise also said that… Miss Luo Yan will be there…”

So that’s the real reason!

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