Chapter 250

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Chapter 250

"Anything you want to do"… This sentence was like a dessert that smelled of cheese and butter, tempting Sylas. She couldn’t help but glance at Xerath, with an uncontrolled thought of "Does freedom include having her?" Xerath, unaware of this, looked at her with concern and slowly shook her head, softly saying something.

"Don’t believe her. Your mother is already dead, and she is now just a Lich who has stolen your mother’s memories."

Upon hearing Xerath’s words, Lacrima laughed softly and said, "In vain, in vain." Lacrima opened her arms towards Sylas and smiled, saying, "Sylas, come to Mama."

Xerath noticed that her eerie white hands had turned black, as if a pair of elegant gloves that only wealthy ladies would wear were placed on her normal hands.

"Mom…" Sylas couldn’t help but take a step forward.

The lullaby awakened many warm memories in her. The gentle smiling face and emerald eyes gradually merged with the strange atmosphere of the woman in front of her. She remembered many fragmented pieces, her mother’s embrace, and many little trinkets about elements.

As if knowing what was on her mind, a water sphere appeared in front of Sylas. She instinctively rippled it, but found that the ball just shook. Suddenly, a fireball ignited on the other side. The fireball floated around and she stared at it, suddenly remembering herself lying in bed, her mom playfully teasing her with these floating colored balls.

"‘Fire’…"

"‘Yes, fire’," Lacrima kindly said, "’What about this’?"

"‘Water’…" Sylas couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. The friendly water rolled down from her fingertips, down her hand, and smoothly rolled to the other side of her shoulder, before flying back into the air from the other hand.

Sylas remembered more things, such as the joy brought by such ordinary play. She squinted her jade-green eyes, resembling the woman in the distance, and looked at the water sphere with a hint of confusion. Snapping her fingers, opening her hands, the water sphere effortlessly came under her control, spinning in her palm.

Lacrima praised delightedly, "‘Marvelous, my little princess’."

Xerath had many questions answered and many guesses confirmed, Sylas indeed came from a family of magicians. This seemingly playful trick required a very strong control over elements and charm. The Lich without a doubt was Sylas’s birth mother… When they talked about elements, they spoke in the pure Setis language, which was more lively and filled with intonation, rather than the chanting used by the magicians.

The beloved apprentice received enlightenment in the Setis language and listened to lullabies in the Gustavian language. Someone had carefully nurtured her since childhood… Could it be that she was being groomed… to become a Lich at the age of eighteen?

The Lich, with emerald green eyes, suddenly stared at her, asking in a deep voice, "Why, archmage, isn’t the essence of ‘human’ the ‘memories’ she possesses? She and I have so many memories together, which you cannot deny. Our blood connection is so tight, it cannot be overturned by an unrelated outsider like you."

Even Sylas couldn’t deny it anymore. She remembered, she remembered it all. She remembered being "extraordinary" and "exceptional," she remembered every praise she received. She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and the nearby "water," "fire," and "wind" couldn’t help but ask, "Princess, are you happy?"

"Come here, come to your mother. You are mommy’s little princess, and you will also be the princess of this entire land. The glory of the Setis family will rise again because of you…"

Xerath suddenly looked up and stared at Lacrima.

The Setis family, the oldest family of magicians in the Empire of Setis, the royal family of Setis. The last prince of Setis, in order to revive the declining empire, turned himself into a Lich and became the first Lich King. The birth anniversary of the Lich King had already become a festive holiday. The demise of the last Lich King made the Setis family disappear into the dust of history, but no one expected…

But for non-history enthusiasts, like Sylas, this surname seemed very unfamiliar. She didn’t show much interest, just a particularly puzzled expression, took a few steps slowly, and finally stood still.

Xerath noticed the anomaly first and shouted, "Sylas." Sylas instinctively turned her head and their gazes met in mid-air. She didn’t understand the word, but perhaps due to their strong connection, she always felt when Xerath was calling her.

Xerath looked around and saw that something was not right. The dragon bone was still blocking the hole it had dug, but darkness was slowly spreading in from outside the window. The darkness seemed solid, like water seeping in and slowly eroding everything around it.

"My book…!" Xerath muttered angrily under her breath.

Lacrima shrugged her shoulders and said, "Oh well, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your book. No Lich will take away your property."

Sylas immediately asked, "What Lich? What are you going to do to the teacher?"

Lacrima pouted and raised an eyebrow, "Give her freedom, absolute freedom."

"No!"

"Don’t you want her to always be with you? She would be your most loyal assistant, always following your commands and never leaving your side."

"No!" Xerath firmly rejected this very tempting proposal. "If she doesn’t want it, why force her? Let her go, set her free."

"It’s impossible. No one here can reverse this process. But you, my daughter, your mother will take you to a land of freedom. Come."

"No!" Sylas waved her hand, and a series of fireballs flew towards Lacrima. The confident Lich opened her hand, creating a thin sheet of ice that stopped the fireballs, but only melted the surface layer.

"No! I want to stay here, I want to be with Xerath!"

Lacrima was slightly surprised, but then she chuckled darkly. Her voice was heavy like mercury and filled the entire space with poison, "Here, in this tower, no one can defy my commands!"

Her other hand slowly opened, and with elegant and intricate gestures, she traced golden paths in the air. Darkness began to advance in a special pattern, revealing complex designs. Lacrima even seemed to float slightly. "My daughter, accept your mother’s love!"

Xerath stared at the patterns and suddenly recognized what they were. It was the same magic circle that had transformed into a Lich earlier, with a pentagram as the main symbol and adorned with intricate designs. Dense spells were written from the outermost circle to the center. Now, Lacrima was having the darkness inscribe the outermost patterns.

"Sylas! Attack her!"

"Oh dear, oh dear, foolish beauty, never provoke the bond between a mother and daughter."

"Sylas, it’s too late!"

Sylas looked at her, eager to know what she was saying. She even left Lacrima, who had no malicious intent, and ran to Xerath’s side. She picked up a Sunstone and cast all the spells she knew at the black line that bound Xerath. Finally, she discovered that the sharp edge of the Light Mirror Technique could cut through the darkness. Xerath’s hand immediately dropped, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. Half of her body lost support and started falling, but she quickly pointed at Lacrima and wrote a short incantation.

Ice spear!

Sharp ice cone flew towards her and pierced the ice curtain in front of Lacrima. Lacrima’s expression turned fierce, and she tightly squeezed her right hand. Unusually swollen "water droplets" burst out from the severed darkness and transformed into a thick and sturdy tentacle that twisted around Xerath’s slender arm.

"Uh–!" the archmage forcibly suppressed her lament, "Attack! Don’t mind me! It’s too late!" She forcefully pushed Sylas away, but was immediately pulled back by the darkness. Sylas kept using the Light Mirror Technique to cut the tentacles, but the darkness kept accumulating. Finally, she realized it was in vain and reluctantly let go of Xerath, examining Lacrima.

"Are you finally willing to look at Mom? Am I still not as good as her?"

Her gesture changed again, a new radiance flashed, and a new unknown spell was completed. Sylas stared intently at her hand, with the wind shield and water shield floating around her. She didn’t forget to say to Leunen, "Big water ball, protect the teacher!"

"Yes, yes, you don’t need to say it. In the Elemental Gate, the one most worthy of loyalty is the king." It transformed into a shield and stood in front of Xerath, but to be honest, it didn’t really do much. The darkness could almost penetrate water, and from Lacrima’s appearance, the compatibility between ice and darkness was not a problem. It thought that it might be the element closest to darkness among these elements.

She finally noticed where the abnormality came from. A skeleton walked out from the depths of the library. It was a legendary "Lich’s skeleton" that Xerath had collected, but the Lich’s Life Casket was destroyed, so the skeleton couldn’t still belong to him. She tried to attack, and after the skeleton touched her fireball, it shattered into pieces. However, it didn’t stop moving. These broken bones actually stood up and hopped forward on the ground.

Titus wasn’t afraid of bones! Titus, with a small and agile body, swiftly rushed out on the flat ground. Like a knight, the large ice chunks used an ice spike to flick away the bones that were surrounding them. Suddenly, the bones vibrated and exploded. A large amount of cold air burst out from inside. The bones that were blasted apart froze into even larger ice chunks.

"No! Titus!" Sylas had no other choice. These bones were gathering towards her and Xerath. After she moved away, the bones pointed towards the immobilized Xerath. She spread her hands and ripped open the crack of elements, and countless fist-sized Earth Children tumbled out from inside. They formed a ball shape and collided with the dangerous bones. The bones exploded one after another, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, all the large ice chunks suddenly exploded. Ice mist filled the air, and the cold air chilled. She regretted not wearing her robe just now.