Sorcerer's Handbook

Chapter 509: Fairy Spirit

Angel’s Wish?

Because Ashe and Deya already had a basic understanding of the good conduct associated with the Weaver Sect’s deities, they weren’t pleased when they heard the Angel of Bell Listening’s good intentions. Instead, they stepped back in unison, shaking their heads, “No...”

“Very well, I have heard your wish indeed.”

As she finished this sentence, the Angel of Bell Listening was already standing behind Deya. Deya, who was stepping back, bumped her head into the angel’s exposed navel. A bell rang, and in an instant, both Ashe and Deya were immobilized. They watched helplessly as the Angel of Bell Listening removed her exquisite and luxurious obsidian headphones and gently placed them on Deya’s head, adjusting them to the perfect fit.

Then, she rang the bell.

The bell swung once, emitting a sound like flames scorching the air.

Then, above Deya’s head, appeared a sphere about the size of a fist, condensed like a golden ball, shining as bright as the sun... or perhaps, it was a sun!

A micro-sun!

The bell swung twice, emitting a sound like water vapor forming frost.

Then, under Deya’s feet, suddenly a spiderweb spread into a thousand-mile ice river. The black frost filled every inch of the vision, looking down into an endless icy sea. Just the sight of it induced a suffocating fear!

The bell swung three times, emitting a sound like a gentle breeze blowing.

Then, the entire space’s airflow seemed to sink, a breeze from above penetrated every inch of their skin and every cell, as if it was dissolving and scattering them!

The bell swung four times, emitting a sound like petals falling.

Then, on the thousand-mile ice river, suddenly bloomed endless Blue Roses, their delicate petals shimmering like ice crystals, gently swaying and distorting the light!

The bell stopped ringing, but these four sounds were enough for Ashe and Deya to catch a glimpse of the iceberg that was the Angel of Bell Listening-she was using Music Spells from the Sect to perform various miracles!

By replicating the sound of miracles or Divine Intervention, she directly reproduced them!

Perhaps she remembered them directly, or maybe she ‘stored’ the sounds while witnessing others’ Divine Interventions. In any case, when she released these sounds, she could cast the corresponding Divine Interventions!

Although the sorcerers were certain that angels and the Divine Sovereign, even if they weren’t proficient in all Sects, could absolutely reflect many methods with one, making it impossible for them to encounter a significant weakness, the Angel of Bell Listening now made Ashe and Deya clearly understand the difference between an angel and a sorcerer-a massive gap between being ‘omnipotent’ and ‘proficient’!

And this was just the Angel of Bell Listening under the command of the Weaver. How magnificent must the ‘Omniscient Weaver’ be?

At this moment, the Angel of Bell Listening drew out something resembling a conductor’s baton, and her demeanor underwent a dramatic change. Although describing an angel as ‘confident’ might be an understatement, if Igor were here, he would certainly use more extravagant words to depict the scene-she was so confident that she seemed to be confronting a highly skilled orchestra, proudly and freely waving the baton, conducting the world in a resplendent symphony!

In an instant, Ashe and Deya heard the blazing sun singing loudly, the descending wind sighing softly, the blooming flowers harmonizing, and the deep sea playing melodiously!

Then the Angel of Bell Listening pointed at Deya, and it was as if everything was proportionately condensed and integrated into Deya’s soul!

Divine Intervention: World Fusion!

Within Deya’s soul, there appeared a small world that enveloped the Gospel deity and the soul summoning spirit. Within this small world, there was a garden, a sun, airflows, glaciers, and earth. The Gospel and soul summoning spirits stayed there very quietly. Meanwhile, Deya’s other spirits seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, no longer trembling at the edges of her soul but instead chasing and playing as usual.

In Deya’s perception, the Gospel deity and the soul summoning spirit seemed to suddenly disappear, leaving only an unknown three-winged spirit.

“World Fusion can momentarily merge your various spirits into one, preventing them from leaking any aura and making them undetectable, yet they can still function.”

The voice of the Angel of Bell Listening came through the headphones: “If they are ordinary spirits, they will gradually merge into a new spirit. However, the Gospel will clearly not be assimilated; for it, this is merely a more comfortable place.”

Deya hadn’t expected the Angel’s Wish to be that-though it was exactly what she needed. With Ashe possessing the ability to detect operator spirits, the Angel of Bell Listening had now hidden the Gospel deity, the soul summoning spirit, and the Secret Incarnation, eliminating her fatal exposure.

However...

“The Twisting Mask shouldn’t be able to block my listening, right? Especially within five meters.”

Yan shook her head.

“Interesting. Why can’t I hear a single sound from him...” Bell mused, resting her chin on her hand. “The First Gospel, too. I can hear it, but only bits and pieces, and the voice differs significantly. Although she has a different personality, it feels like that voice knows I’m listening and deliberately throws me some bones to chase...”

“However, my inability to listen is already a form of listening. The Four Pillars? Dramatic Poet? Who’s composing the score for them?”

At that moment, Yan waved her hand as if to issue a warning.

Bell immediately shook her head. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that. One is a non-sale item, and the other is merchandise. I wouldn’t dare ruin the Weaver’s business.”

Opening and closing their eyes, Ashe and Deya found themselves back in the banquet hall of the Nabistin Royal Palace. But unlike before, the hall was now filled with more people.

They looked at the suddenly appearing pair with reverence and excitement on their faces.

“Why are all of you here?” Ashe was bewildered. Apart from the Funeral group, Qenna and Yvaren’s sisters were also present-essentially, everyone who had tried to stir up trouble the previous night was now gathered there.

Qenna stood with her hands crossed over her chest, glancing at Deya, whom Ashe was holding by the hand. A subtle light flickered in her eyes. “Her Majesty Gosdeya sent us to bid you farewell.”

“Me too,” Yvaren stated, hands on her hips, with her taller sister Anfel standing behind her. “She said you’d be leaving the Gospel Kingdom today and might never come back. Did you just meet with the Omniscient Weaver?”

“Ashe,” Igor called out, striding over and grabbing Ashe by the collar. He glared at Ashe and demanded sternly, “Which part did you hit me when we first met? Answer within three seconds, quickly!”

Ashe was taken aback. “Huh? Erm, oh, it was your nose, but I didn’t actually hit you because Shattered Lake Prison restricted my intent to attack!”

“What else do you owe me?”

“One favor! I still owe you one favor!”

“A wrongfully accused fool or an authentic Cult Leader, which one are you?”

“The wrongfully accused... I’m not a fool!”

Igor pushed him away and explained to the onlookers, “He hasn’t been replaced; he’s still the same tirelessly devoted Ashe.”

“Do you have to be so harsh?” Ashe clicked his tongue. “Once my soul recovers, I won’t be oversleeping!”

“How do you know I was calling you lazy, forgetful, gluttonous, and useless?”

“Obviously, because except when you’re dying or tricking me, you never say good things about me!”

“Alright, both of you, stop it.” Purple Moth stepped between them, signaling them to cut it out. She then turned to the Cult Leader. “Ashe.”

“Yeah.” Ashe looked at Annan. Although they had only been apart for one night-Annan and her group had followed the secret guards to the depths of the Royal Palace, while he and Lise had gone to the Tower-meeting again felt like a reunion after a long separation.

Suddenly, Annan hugged him tightly, taking a deep breath as if to feel his warmth.

Deya narrowed her eyes slightly.

After a moment, Annan released Ashe and asked, “Did you just make a wish in the Omniscient Heaven? We didn’t see you come out, so we checked and found the hall empty. Then we asked the Gospel Book, which said you were in Omniscient Heaven.”

“A wish...-” Ashe exchanged a glance with Deya and shrugged. “If you must know, we did make a wish.”

“What was it?” Annan asked with curiosity, and everyone else perked up, eager to hear.

“World peace and happiness for all beings.”