Chapter 131: Chapter 131 Anwina’s Request
Although Lin Xue’s pranks could sometimes be irritating to the bone, it was undeniable that her recent playfulness had successfully lightened the atmosphere.
At least in Anwina’s eyes, the threat we posed now seemed considerably lower.
However, her curiosity about our identity grew stronger, a fairly normal suspicion: after all, who on Earth would travel in the East Plague Land where Dead Souls ran rampant, let alone take a domestic Angel out to sunbathe—my God, that’s the real point, how formidable must a mortal be to stroll around with an Angel?
Unless, of course, this strange group in front of her wasn’t comprised of mortals at all!
As her long-term loneliness and confusion gradually dissipated, Anwina’s thoughts started to become more organized, and she began to speculate about our real identities, coming up with no less than twenty different theories—none of which were correct.
“In short, we want to help you,” I said, pushing Little Baobao back as she bubbled forward for the second time, “If possible, you might want to stabilize the glow about you. My little sister here has a fervent interest in collecting all things sparkly; if you don’t want to become one of her toys, it’s best you appear dimmer.”
Hearing my words, Anwina immediately dimmed like a battery running low, and her entire form became more ethereal—to be honest, I was starting to become curious about this magical form of life.
“Are you guys from the Dragon Clan?!” Anwina finally came up with an answer she thought was reasonable.
The Dragon Clan! Only this legendary and immensely powerful race would have a fierce desire to collect shiny things. Unlike the liking for gemstones and Gold Coins, the Dragon Clan appreciated just the “shiny” aspect—they saw glass beads and diamonds as equivalent; uh, she now equated herself with a glass bead…
However, if they were from the Dragon Clan, it still wouldn’t quite make sense. An Angel, the noble beings said to serve directly beside Gods, even a powerful race like the Dragon Clan couldn’t possibly have an Angel as a servant!
“Dragon Clan?” I said, massaging Little Baobao’s head with a hint of a headache, “I’m also puzzled as to why this lass has the same hobbies as those Flying Lizards, but we aren’t from the Dragon Clan. We belong to a race even mightier than the Dragon Clan—we are Xyrin Apostles.”
That wasn’t entirely accurate, as Lin Xue wasn’t yet a member of the Xyrin Empire, although the Xyrin Apostles’ authorization system had assigned her a temporary identity of Xyrin Queen—it was merely like a temporary residency card, not fully recognized by the authorization system as a high-ranking member of the Empire like Qianqian and her sisters were. However, to avoid complications, I generically grouped Lin Xue under the Xyrin Apostles.
Anwina’s expression became lost again. The words spoken by us sounded like a foreign language to her, continuously featuring vocabulary she couldn’t comprehend—whether our strange names or unheard-of races, she just couldn’t grasp them.
“Here’s the thing, you may not believe this, but in actuality, you are no longer in Dalaran County. Due to some instability in space, you and this house were caught by a spacetime anomaly. You are now located on a place called Earth, and we are here to investigate the situation…”
Such a reality could be shocking; any Earthling hearing this might find it hard to believe at first. However, Anwina, hailing from the mystic world of Azeroth, had a significantly greater capacity to accept such phenomena. She didn’t question much about the spacetime anomaly—although she didn’t understand it, those prestigious Mages often discussed such mystic topics, and these persons in front of her, at least on par with Angels, surely had no reason to lie to a mere ghost—what sparked her doubt was something else.
“You’re saying this place, and my original world are two different worlds? Then how would you know about Dalaran County?”
A suspicious place indeed, if one day a man from an unknown time-space suddenly appeared before me, asking about the World Cup, I’d be just as suspicious.
When Anwina posed her question, I immediately assumed a mysterious air, mentally adding a folding fan and long robe to my guise as I smiled and responded, “In fact, we are fully aware of everything that happens in the world of Azeroth — not just Azeroth but our influence stretches across countless worlds within the Endless Void…”
“You are Titans!” Anwina exclaimed, shocked.
…Why does this ghost have such a tremendous ability for association?
I reiterated my identity as a Xyrin Apostle and then briefly described the current situation to her.
Speaking of which, although we all sympathized with the Ghost Maid, we truly had no clue how to help her. We wanted her to be able to leave this lonely, chilly ghost House, which Anwina herself desired too. However, she could not leave due to various constraints. Not only because her body and resentments bound her to the room, but also because this place was a time-space anomaly. As an entity projected along with the entire space, she was practically one with this large house. Unless she grew stronger, the energy fluctuations from jumping from the projected space to the real space would absolutely tear her apart.
“I hope you can take me to see my brother… Even though he is no longer here, I still hope to visit the room he once lived in, where I have memories I cannot let go of…” Eventually, Anwina made such a compromise request.
Indeed, the most vital thing for ghosts is their last resentment from life; her brother who died trying to save her could perhaps be Anwina’s greatest resentment.
It was uncertain whether her brother’s body could still be found—the chances were slim. A live person caught by a Ghoul ended much like a cake bitten into by Sandora; definitely leaving no intact body behind.
“Why do I feel like you’re speaking ill of me?” Sandora suddenly asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Incredible sensitivity! Was this a woman’s sixth sense? Or the infuriating yet beloved telepathy?
Faced with Sandora’s puzzled look, I quickly changed the subject: “Ahem, who has a way to help her leave this room?”
Anwina was a typical Earth-bound Spirit. Due to the location of her remains, the fear before her death, and her unwillingness to leave the room at the end of her life, her soul was imprisoned in this room. The first problem was easily solved. We found Anwina’s remains under the bed; over time, they had turned into a skeleton—it’s unimaginable how this girl had watched her body deteriorate like that over the years…
The visual impact of the skeleton was huge, but Qianqian, out of sympathy for Anwina, suppressed her revulsion and used time acceleration to turn the skeleton into ashes—only the weathering caused by the passage of time could liberate such a fragile ghost. If we forcibly destroyed the remains with external forces, it would definitely harm Anwina—this was told to me by our super genius, Sandora.
What troubled us were the subsequent conditions. Although Anwina no longer wished to stay here, the residual consciousness from before her death tightly bound her spiritual body here. More critically, this temporary remnant was the core that a ghostly creature could rally around. If we forcibly removed it… Anwina would likely lose all her senses and begin to collapse.