Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 1057 - 424: The Moon of the Lost
The night had deepened, yet the city remained brightly lit, night as bright as day.
The Empress left the station and, after changing transportation, stepped into the bustling commercial district.
The citizens strolled the streets happily with their half-angel family members.
However, while the place seemed prosperous at first glance, a closer look revealed that the surrounding booths, shops, and display cases were all filled with the same type of goods: religious items.
The display cases of jewelry stores uniformly contained items inscribed with holy markings and prayer scriptures, yet they showed no magic power fluctuations.
The bookstore windows displayed either biographies detailing the valor of angels or poetry praising the Lord.
The Plain Ancient City, once a paradise for adventurers, was now indistinguishable from the small town beneath the border wall, long since lacking the image of bravery and exploration.
Decades ago, after falling during the Dragon Tide and being reclaimed, the Starless Dungeon mysteriously closed at some point, with no one knowing what transpired deep inside at that time.
Now, the towering spire erected to suppress the Arcane Surge had long vanished, replaced by countless elegant yet indistinguishable small buildings.
Even throughout the Kingdom now, the differences and inequalities between people had almost disappeared.
For the differences among humankind seemed insignificant compared to the vast gap between angels and humans.
Even the once-royal family had gone incognito.
Now, although every person passing by the Empress wore a radiant smile and discussed seemingly different things, in essence, they were no different from each other.
Even without observing anything else, one could see this from the half-angels quietly accompanying them.
These half-angels all shared similar appearances, similar expressions, and similar temperaments.
Because what people pursued was similarly alike.
That was happiness.
Thus, the Empress, weaving through the bustling crowd, easily grasped the information she sought.
Amid such vast uniform happiness, even a grain-sized speck of misfortune or difference would stand out prominently.
A woman who remained single for decades after losing her husband, childless and unmarried.
A woman unmoved by as many handsome half-angel men and angelic figures as approached her.
Some could not understand her stubbornness; others praised her fidelity; some believed she represented humankind’s last love...
In this Kingdom, where accidents are rare and new happenings nonexistent, her legend was known by all within this city.
Thus, finding her whereabouts was not difficult.
By following that stand-out, moonlight-pure magic power sensation amid thousands of angels’ magic, the Empress casually strolled through the illuminated streets, finally halting before a luxurious residence’s gate.
The crest of the family, engraved at the center of the large gate: an emerald key standing above a design of stars and earth.
The Empress gazed at the family crest for almost a minute, then took a deep breath and reached forward.
The tall gate swung open gently inward with a simple push, without triggering any security measures.
In today’s Kingdom, "crime" had become a word found only in old books.
However, when the door opened, it still rang the bell for visitors inside. Soon, a half-angel maid emerged from within, respectfully greeting the unfamiliar guest.
"Are you here to see the mistress? Please, follow me."
Upon hearing the Empress’s purpose, without any inquiry or doubt, the half-angel courteously smiled, bowed, and turned to lead the way.
Following behind her, within a few steps, the Empress saw several working half-angel servants.
They diligently polished the spotless windows, pruned the garden only to then spellcast it to regrow, and earnestly performed seemingly redundant tasks.
Despite class distinctions having been eliminated within the Kingdom, here still maintained what seemed like an old noble era arrangement, where no half-angel servant dared to idle, as if fearing to lose their value otherwise.
"...This is quite an interesting behavior; is this your mistress’s interest?"
Observing this scene, even the Empress could not suppress her confusion.
But the half-angel maid ahead merely shook her head.
"This is only our own initiative. Because... the mistress might feel slightly at ease in such an environment." Her voice bore traces of uncertainty.
Like building a zoo’s enclosure to resemble the wild for captive beasts? The Empress crooked her mouth, continuing to inquire:
"Have you asked her if she really needs this?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Hearing this, the half-angel’s steps paused, turning back with an awkward smile.
"The mistress... has never given any instructions."
She lowered her head somewhat dejectedly, but the next moment her expression became reinvigorated, straightening up as if cheering herself, swinging her fist.
"But I believe, as long as we keep working hard, someday the mistress will open her heart to us!"
Seeing her demeanor, the Empress opened her mouth, hesitated, then glanced around at the half-angel servants.
There were both men and women, each with different expressions on their faces.
Some were full of energy, others cold as rime, and some as gentle as water.
But invariably, they were all industrious, sincere, and kind.
She even noticed two angelic figures with dual wings, one dressed in a tailcoat as a housekeeper, the other in an ornate maid supervisor outfit, each directing the half-angels, looking like a scene from a painting.
Perceiving the Empress’s gaze, the angels also turned their heads, bowing in unison gracefully and composedly.
Surrounded by such elements, even hardened steel would soften. No ordinary person, not even a stone-hearted killer, would remain unmoved.
But as for the mistress mentioned by the maid, the legendary "she," in decades past, had never wavered for these angels.
"Here we are."
Speaking, the maid’s steps halted, lightly knocking on the door ahead,
"The mistress is inside."
Then, she parted her lips slightly without making a sound, evidently using magic power to compress the voice, conveying a message to the mistress within.
"The mistress says you may enter."
She then opened the door, stepping aside. The Empress regained her composure and walked in.
Sitting by the window, gazing at the artificial night sky, the purple-haired woman with moon eyes turned her head, looking at her.
Time had not left many marks on the woman’s face, rendering the Empress’s expression complex.
’Such a long time since seeing this face, still wearing that expressionless look.’
Then, with no subtlety, courtesy, or preamble, the Empress directly stated her intentions:
"Over thirty years ago, that magic which enhanced the Ancient Dragon Emperor and ultimately caused uncontrolled degradation, was it related to you, or rather, to your husband?"
Hearing this, the purple-haired woman with moon eyes blinked, showing a bit of surprise.
She nodded slightly to the half-angel maid, signaling her to close the door and leave, then stood, moved to sit at the round table inside, gesturing to the Empress:
"... Please, have a seat."
[Did father leave anything?]
1~4. Nothing left
5~8. A last word
9. A spell
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=5
♛: A last word
