Chapter 215
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Chapter 215: Title
It was a village reminiscent of Blue Star’s Western medieval era.
As Hill glimpsed the farmers in the field, he too became visible to them. Their gazes filled with astonishment, as though his presence here defied all expectation.
If this world mirrored the Western medieval period, he needn’t fret. His robe—modified from a priestly garment—bore a style harmonious enough with this realm.
Among the laborers, one figure clashed starkly with the rest.
The man’s attire surpassed the farmers’ rough garments. Clutching a wooden staff and donning a hat, he carried himself like an overseer.
Before Hill could utter a word, the staff-wielding middle-aged man barked harsh commands at the field workers.
Hill’s stomach tightened. The unfamiliar tongue—this world’s native language—threatened to become an impassable barrier. Worse still, this overseer radiated hostility.
…
In Sangha Village near Marcelona town of Nelambis Province, territory of Baron Skatu, Agricultural Officer Karl oversaw autumn planting for the baron’s subjects.
A position of power, this role granted him near-absolute authority over the village.
When Karl spotted the figure descending the wooded slope, his first impulse was to seize the trespasser. Every leaf and pebble in Marcelona belonged to Baron Skatu—commoners were forbidden in these forests.
Yet he froze mid-stride.
The golden-haired youth emerging from the trees possessed celestial beauty, his snowy white clothing unblemished by travel. Gold buttons and accessories glinted upon his garments—real gold, Karl would swear by the holy light. No village lout, this. A highborn visitor? Perhaps even one of those wizards from ballads?
Karl’s trance broke when he noticed the gawking farmers. "Eyes on your work!" He swung his staff menacingly. "Fail the baron’s planting quota, and your purses will bleed fines!"
Approaching the stranger, Karl adopted his most courtly manner. "Greetings, noble traveler. I am Karl, Agricultural Officer of Sangha Village under Baron Skatu’s dominion." The honorific "traveler" seemed prudent—no local could claim such magnificence.
Meanwhile, Hill had already activated the divine spell for communion. Relief flooded him as the foreign tongue resolved into meaning. The Holy Light Church’s Son possessed innate sensitivity to mortal hearts; he’d sensed Karl’s avarice the moment their eyes met.
A practiced smile graced Hill’s lips. "Well met, Officer Karl. Having journeyed from distant lands, I seek shelter—with proper compensation, of course."
As the Son of the Holy Light, he knew this dance intimately. The man’s eagerness to please confirmed what Hill had already discerned—sanctuary here was assured.
…
In a bustling city where the clamor of life couldn’t mask its inherent backwardness, a figure stood silently beneath the eaves of a corner building, observing the urban tapestry unfold.
Shops flanked the streets with their colorful stalls, while murky streams of wastewater snaked through cracked cobblestones. The occasional farmer leading livestock left steaming bovine souvenirs in their wake.
Upon a nearby rooftop sat a youth draped in black hooded robes, his adolescent features carrying an air of detached indifference as he stroked the obsidian fur of his feline companion. The wind whispered through the alleyways, tugging at his hood until rebellious strands of black hair escaped confinement, dancing like curious explorers yearning to witness this strange new realm.
"So this is Another World," the youth murmured, his words swallowed by the black cat’s velvet ears.
The creature arched its back, responding not with kittenish mewls but in a baritone rumble: "Your Highness, what course shall we chart?"
"Hein," the youth’s fingers stilled in the cat’s fur, "could Hill be here?"
The black cat Hein – no ordinary housepet but an upper-level demon – remembered his binding vividly. Assigned to monitor Loral during his tenure as one of the Holy Light Church’s dual holy sons, he’d never anticipated becoming permanent feline company after the fallen Son’s descent into Hell. While other demons enjoyed leisurely assignments, Hein now balanced pet duties with tea-serving and ego-stroking.
During the chaotic teleportation, Hein’s claws had found purchase on Loral’s boots – a desperate grip that bound their fates to this shared destination. Hell’s rumor mills had already churned tales of the returned Son and Heaven’s humiliation through Loral’s existence.
"Perhaps," Hein’s tail twitched diplomatically, knowing the fragile history between Loral and his celestial brother. "Shall we seek him?"
Loral’s gaze swept across chimney stacks and thatched roofs. "Not yet. Priorities first."
The demon-cat’s whiskers quivered in concealed surprise. The same prince who’d orchestrated celestial scandals to bait his sibling now spoke of responsibility?
"We require context," Loral’s hand emerged from his sleeve, pale fingers curling as if capturing the city’s essence. "This world’s heartbeat."
Their rooftop perch emptied like snuffed candlelight.
In a shadowed alleyway, a homeless man’s corpse slumped against moldering bricks – crude but effective intelligence gathering. Unlike Hill’s methodical investigations or Li Canghai’s righteous protocols, Loral’s soul-reaping left no witnesses.
"The Holy Light Church," Loral repeated, tasting the familiar bitterness as he emerged from darkness. A mirthless smile ghosted his lips. "Do gods haunt this realm too?"
*
Elsewhere, Xu Li stumbled through primordial woods, magic-wielding boar tusks grazing his heels. Tears of frustration mingled with sweat as he scrambled up an ancient oak.
"Should’ve glued myself to Master’s robes!" The young formation master cursed his wanderlust. Blue Star’s Spiritual Energy Awakening had birthed clever foxes and singing sparrows – not these fire-breathing monstrosities!
His current predicament mocked his credentials as Feiran’s esteemed disciple. While peers enjoyed battlefield protections, this Zhongxia prodigy now clung to tree bark like frightened prey. The irony stung – he who could unravel formations of yin and yang, bested by woodland fauna.
The exchange meeting’s promise of interworldly knowledge had seemed thrilling… before interdimensional abduction. His talisman pouch hung light, the ceremonial sword at his hip mocking his inadequacy.
"Forests don’t serve tea," Xu Li grimaced, scanning the hostile canopy. Survival first, cosmic mysteries second. But with dwindling supplies and a blade he’d never mastered, even dawn’s light seemed doubtful.
