CHAPTER 587: CHAPTER 396: YURSHIKA

"Who are you, and why do you linger here?"

An unfamiliar voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

This female voice sounded like thin porcelain clinking together, exuding a chill perfectly matched with the heavy snow of Yilushier, with a faint breathy tone like the flicker of a candle in the wind.

For some reason, just listening to it made one feel pity for its owner, as if conversing with a fragile porcelain doll.

Fingerley turned his head to exchange glances with his companions, signaling them to reply cautiously and to search for the source of the voice.

But his companions were a straw man and a fully armored figure, he couldn’t see their eyes at all.

Can’t my teammates dress more normally....

He murmured in his heart, then said to the air:

"We are... the Undead from afar!" Fingerley thought quickly and pulled out the term.

"The Undead?" The voice sounded somewhat puzzled.

Did I say something wrong? He immediately broke into a cold sweat.

"I thought you might be the Ash seeking the Residual Fire, no matter who you are, please leave here immediately!"

Fingerley heard urgency in the woman’s voice and asked back, "Why?"

"This is the Tower of Prisoners, lingering here will surely incur the displeasure of the usurper Shalivan, and danger may descend."

Wow, she’s actually worried about us.

Mentioning Shalivan’s name made Fingerley angry instantly, in his eyes, Shalivan and Elderly were equally vile, especially Elderly who devoured Gwendolin.

Speculation about the owner of this voice arose in his mind, since being imprisoned in the Tower of Prisoners meant the person must also be a captive, and he happened to know someone who was qualified for solitary confinement.

It was at that moment that Aleya’s voice appeared in his mind.

[There’s no one on the tower, this voice seems to be appearing right near our ears.]

[Thank you for your hard work]

[Also, don’t use eye signals next time, don’t we all know magic communication?]

[....I think it looks rather cool compared to eye signals]

Feeling a long-lost sense of relief in the atmosphere for a moment, Fingerley suddenly had a mischievous idea, wanting to tease the owner of the mysterious voice, he said:

"Thank you for the warning, we will leave at once."

When he and his companions truly stepped off the range of the Tower of Prisoners onto the Invisible Bridge, the voice reappeared, albeit a bit ethereal.

"That’s good, do not be discovered by Shalivan’s minions." The voice was somewhat relieved, yet also sighed:

"It’s been long since I heard a human voice, and today my loneliness was broken. Though I do not know how you came, strange people, my gratitude I hereby express, may the Dark Moon’s grace accompany you."

Fingerley and his team suddenly halted in their tracks, he bit his lip, inhaled sharply, and exclaimed in his mind:

Where did this little pitiful one come from!

No matter that the owner of the voice could be a few hundreds or thousands of years older than him, he only felt that now there was a pitiful maiden with her freedom restricted, waiting to be rescued!

At that moment, he turned around and once again stepped towards the Tower of Prisoners without a moment’s hesitation.

"Ah, you appear here again? Leaving quickly would be the wisest choice!" The female voice sounded anxious.

"No, we have already defeated the phantom of Pope Shalivan... (quietly), and this time we’ve come to find a way to vanquish the evil Elderly!"

Fingerley stated righteously, "If you know how to vanquish Elderly, please guide us, Captain Yurshika!"

He directly called out the name of the owner of the mysterious voice he guessed.

"So you have discerned my identity."

A gust of wind mixed with snowflakes suddenly appeared beside them. Although it was a whirlwind, it didn’t seem sharp; at the center of the snowstorm, a silhouette sitting on a chair slowly emerged.

It was a "maiden" with skin pale to near transparency, long silvery white hair cascading down to her waist, her face partially obscured by a white veil, her beautiful features veiled yet visible.

A white gown adorned with the Dark Moon motif enveloped her entire body, exposing her thin arms pitifully, with a complicatedly patterned bell hanging from her waist.

The most striking feature was her tail, resembling that of a "dragon".

"My name is Yurshika, the Captain of the Dark Moon Knight Order."

Yurshika gazed at them, the wind and snow from behind lifting the white sash, while the cold moonlight spilled over the Tower of Prisoners.

Not only did the Hasavi Team, but even the people watching the live broadcast outside held their breath.

At this moment, Yurshika had a sense of unreal vagueness, merely sitting there, but the indescribable aura around her made everyone subconsciously slow their breathing and movements, unwilling and afraid to make any noise to disrupt the tranquility.

It’s not like encountering her in images or remnants, this was the adventurer’s first time facing a "god" or the offspring of a god in a normal situation.

Staring at such a "god" doesn’t produce any of those fanciful and mysterious effects, at least not in Sain Dungeon. But every adventurer who saw her automatically made a sanity check in their mind.

Sanity check critical failure!

Bewitched by "Yurshika"!

"I, I..."

The usually cheerful Fingerley became hesitant at this moment, suddenly forgetting what he was about to say, thinking:

Is the captain of our Dark Moon Knight Order chosen by their looks?

Both are beautiful goddesses!

Even the residual shadow is so beautiful!

"You have the Dark Moon Sword oath in your body, are you a Dark Moon Sword?"

"Yes, that’s right, I am a Dark Moon Sword, absolutely loyal Dark Moon Sword!" Saying this, he pulled out a string of ears worn as a necklace from his bosom, the Proof of Contract he still hadn’t offered into the altar yet.

Yurshika’s mouth widened in surprise for an instant, then she revealed a faint sorrow, saying:

"Dark Moon Sword, your achievements are outstanding. It is the captain’s duty to reward the knight of exceptional contribution, yet I am trapped here and temporarily cannot bestow you the reward..."

Fingerley immediately waved his hand, asking for a reward at this moment would be too uncouth.

Behind him, Matilda and Aleya were speechless at his eager demeanor.

Yurshika smiled, softly speaking to herself:

"I truly hope to one day, as the head of the knight order, boast to my brother about an extraordinary knight joining us." She raised her head to look at Fingerley, her voice louder, "And, naturally, I mean you."

"She really is too good at flattering!"

"I, can I still join the Dark Moon Sword now?"

"I just remembered, I’ve been a Dark Moon follower since I was born, I don’t recall any Starfire or Holy Light!"

The audience outside erupted, the previously silent atmosphere was suddenly filled with excitement!

Our captain of the Dark Moon Sword is truly adept at praising others, one after another.

But who is her brother? The Sun Elder Son?

Even Fingerley felt a bit embarrassed, coughing twice, his face reddening slightly. To cover his embarrassment, he changed the subject, speaking seriously:

"Captain, why are you imprisoned here, is there any way to take you away from here?"

Yurshika shook her head.

"The Dark Moon is actually my brother’s knight order, but he is gravely ill, so I inherited it. Later, Shalivan seized the pope position from me, rendering me a prisoner, and he set magic here. If I leave recklessly, it might alert his minions."

"The ambitious Shalivan poisoned the staff gifted to my brother, secretly poisoning him, then joined forces with the Fire-fearing Elderly, overpowering and capturing both my brother and me... Where my brother is now, I hope one day to see him again and introduce you to him; he would be thrilled."

Stop flattering, anymore and I’ll be flying.

Who exactly is the brother you’re speaking of, has anyone besides Gwendolin ever wielded the Dark Moon Knight Order?

Moreover, why is Shalivan so maleficent!

Though Fingerley was filled with questions, he did not forget his purpose, asking:

"If we defeat the Elderly, can we rescue you?"

"Yes, but you must not risk your life..."

"Then it’s settled, I’ll definitely shred that damned Drowned Pig to pieces!"

Fingerley became even more enthusiastic, asking Yurshika if she knew any methods to combat Elderly, since the Dungeon placed it here, there must be guidance for adventurers who come here, right? Adventurers are already familiar with this trope!

However, Yurshika shook her head, lamenting:

"I am not skilled in combat, if that Lion Knight were still here, maybe Shalivan’s and other ambitious ones’ plots might not have succeeded in the first place, but alas, he has left, pursuing the shadow of my other brother."

Matilda furrowed her brows, did this mean that when Shalivan attacked the Royal City, Ornstein wasn’t present?

Could this be suggesting they search for Ornstein? Should we consider using an Elf Ball to capture an Ornstein from the Painting World?

"But within my father Gwyn’s tomb may be relics left by my brother, I will hand this token to you, and you can dispel the illusion of the statue and enter my father’s tomb, in this critical moment, surely father would not mind this brief disturbance."

Yurshika handed a strand of hair to Fingerley, which turned into a cold-feeling ring in his hand.

[Yurshika Ring]

[A token given by Yurshika to the warrior she trusts, capable of dispelling the Dark Moon Illusion]

[Slightly increases the wearer’s resistance to Dark Moon Power]

"So, it all comes back to there eventually..."

The tomb of Gwyn refers to the site of Gwendolin within the Fog Gate in the Painting World. When he was in the Painting World, he didn’t dare to enter, but now, having obtained the key, he can enter freely.

"Rest assured, we will defeat the God-defying Thief Enemy and rescue you!"

The brief encounter has already filled everyone watching the image, including Fingerley, with a strong affection for Yurshika, and upon realizing that this second captain of the Dark Moon Knight Order, a descendant of Gwyn, is in fact a deity, the spirits of the Dark Moon Swords began to rise.

Gwendolin is dead, an undeniable blow to the people.

But Yurshika remains, which means the Dark Moon Oath still has the blessing of the deity!

Offering revenge for the dead and salvation for the living, this is what the Dark Moon Sword Oath represents in people’s minds all along.

Now, their reason to fight Elderly is not just dim revenge, but a battle for salvation as well.

To personally rescue their deity!

The reason to fight changed instantly, providing immense positive stimulation to people’s spirits!

"Next time I come, I will certainly bring you tidings of victory!" Fingerley, full of spirit, pounded his chest and decisively turned to leave.

If the Dungeon were a grand role-playing game, he has undoubtedly found the mission to carry forward the game and fully immersed himself in it at this moment!

"May you travel with the grace of the Dark Moon..." Yurshika softly sent them off.

Yet, Fingerley suddenly halted his steps, hesitated slightly, and finally asked the question that had been troubling him for a while.

"Um, may I ask who your brother is?"

Yurshika blinked, slightly puzzled, and said:

"My brother is the Shadow Sun, Dark Moon God Gwendolin, the founder of the Dark Moon Knight Order... You are unaware?"

Oh, so it’s Gwendolin.

Fingerley displayed an "I see" expression, nodded, and stepped onto the Invisible Bridge.

Then his body shivered violently.

Wait a second.

...

Gwendolin!!!???