Chapter 612 Daybreak

612 Daybreak

Omebella.

Termiboross resonant voice reverberated in Lumians ears as He echoed Luganos words.

Youve heard of that? Lumian hadnt antic.i.p.ated Termiboros, who had maintained silence for a considerable time, mentioning a name that left no impression on him.

No, Ive never heard of it before today. Lugano thought it was a question directed at him.

Termiboros fell silent, offering no response.

From the looks of it, it seems there is something off about the Child of G.o.ds true name And it sounds like a womans name. Considering the Villain pathways progression to Sequence 5 Banshee, where they transition to women, and the inherent female inclination of the Earth pathways Sequence 0, Earth Mother, along with the influence of the Great Mother Herself, its quite plausible that the Child of G.o.d is a woman. Its a logical deduction Lumian glanced at Lugano and smiled.

Its fortunate you werent aware of this earlier. Otherwise, you might have found yourself linked to the so-called Child of G.o.d.

As Lumian spoke, his attention s.h.i.+fted to Ludwig, who had silently moved to the living rooms balcony. Lumian approached him at a measured pace, his gaze following Ludwigs toward the deck where Captain Pedro and others were examining Father Montserrats lifeless form.

Lumian asked thoughtfully, Is it edible?

He meant whether Father Montserrats corpse was edible.

While Lumian had abstained from claiming the Church of Earth Mothers possessions, including Father Montserrats Beyonder characteristics, he hadnt committed to preserving the corpse intact.

In the heat of battle, it was customary for bodies to sustain damage!

Ludwig shook his head. Not yet.

Very well, Lumian sighed, retracting his gaze with a tinge of regret.

Thus, the mystery of Father Montserrats inexplicable connection with the invisible Child of G.o.d remained unsolved. A peculiar umbilical cord had even taken root in his stomach, leaving Lumian unable to confirm if Prinpino was a byproduct refined from Father Montserrats remains.

Indeed, Father Montserrat bore signs of severe corruption, though Lumian hadnt antic.i.p.ated his corruption to rival that of Mad Ladys.

Of course, it paled in comparison to the state of the Mad Ladys corpse; even Ludwig found it too dirty.

As for spirit channeling, Lumian understood that a spirit banished by the Exorcism Spell couldnt be summoned for a specific duration, rendering communication impossible. Once this period lapsed, spirit channeling became futile.

Upon returning to the living room, Lumian sank into a recliner, casually unb.u.t.toning his black vest and linen s.h.i.+rt. Turning to Lugano, he remarked, Come and treat me.

Luganos eyes surveyed the makes.h.i.+ft bandages and the oozing wounds, expressing surprise.

Its that serious?

Lumian, with a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt, responded, Do you think dealing with Father Montserrat is a walk in the park? If I hadnt taken risks, I might have been the one lying dead.

Lugano instinctively denied the suggestion, Not what I meant. Why are your clothes and pants unscathed after such serious injuries?

Lumian, enduring the pain, replied casually, I obviously changed before coming back.

His Travelers Bag proved invaluable, holding nearly a dozen identical s.h.i.+rts, vests, and pants, albeit varying in vest colors.

The only casualty was the golden straw hat, consumed in the explosion, now burnt to ashes.

However, this setback hardly fazed the great adventurer, Louis Berry, who had stocked up on identical replacements before leaving Port Farim.

This was the benefit of having a Travelers Bag. Otherwise, how could he have the s.p.a.ce to store so many useless items with just a suitcase?

Lugano, choosing not to pry further, focused on tending to his employers injuries.

Originally considering a more intricate procedure, like cutting off charred skin, Luganos plans were halted by Lumian, opting for a simpler approach.

Lumian had no intention of enduring the agony of anesthesia-free surgery, knowing that he would revert to his original state at 6 a.m.

With the pain and injuries now manageable and showing significant improvement, Lumian made his way back to his room. There, he unfolded a letter and began recounting the events involving Father Montserrat and the true name of the Child of G.o.d, diligently reporting to Madam Magician.

Lumian consistently regarded matters related to evil G.o.ds and the so-called Child of G.o.d with great gravity. He believed such concerns should be left to his superiors, acknowledging the importance of involving higher authorities.

Had Mr. K possessed a messenger, Lumian would have promptly dispatched a modified copy to inform the Aurora Order Oracle of the situation. The next course of action wasnt within the purview of an ordinary member like him or Minor Arcana; it was a concern for others to address.

Observing a shared stance between the Tarot Club and the Aurora Order in combating evil G.o.ds, especially those breaching the barrier, Lumian recognized his responsibility as both a minor Arcana card holder in the Tarot Club and an official member of the Aurora Order.

After meticulously recording the details, including Termiboross reaction, Lumian summoned the doll messenger.

Engaged in a recent dispute with Ludwig and being in proximity to the other party, the doll messenger swiftly arrived and departed. It seldom lingered, avoiding casual conversations.

In a clean and refres.h.i.+ng bedroom of Loen Kingdom, Backlund, Madam Magician lay peacefully in bed, immersed in a restful slumber. Abruptly, she sat up, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

Spirituality warning?

Is something significant about to unfold?

Madam Magician, having just poured a gla.s.s of Sonia blood wine and not yet delved into her astromancy, was surprised to see the doll messenger materialize on her desk. It placed a folded letter next to a dark-red fountain pen.

Lumians letter Has he unearthed the issue with the Earth Mother Churchs priest? I didnt guide him in vain Madam Magician mused, letting the gla.s.s float in midair. She picked up the letter and unfolded it.

As she read, her expression underwent a sudden change, and she softly repeated the name,

Omebella?

The true name of the invisible Child of G.o.d is this? Was my spiritual warning connected to it?

This is something worth discussing at the Tarot Clubs regular gathering

After a moment, Madam Magician used astromancy to indirectly verify the information. She then seated herself and observed as the dark-red fountain pen levitated. Removing the cap, she began to inscribe her thoughts on the faux goatskin: Omebella is a name shrouded in the fog of history. It carries a potent symbolic meaning in mysticism

Using Omebella as the Child of G.o.ds true name. I dont know if its tied to the mysteries of the Second Epoch when the ancient G.o.ds, predating the Ancient Sun G.o.d, ruled the land, or if the Great Mother is employing intense mystical symbolism to gradually erode Earth Mothers authority and even Earth Mother Herself.

If we can unravel the secrets of the ancient era, we might find an answer.

The one the Aurora Order believes in might know something.

As Lumian read the response inked on faux goatskin, he sensed a subtle suggestion from Madam Magician, hinting at him to inquire with the Aurora Order through Mr. K.

He continued reading.

Simply put, Omebella belongs to the ancient giant race. Once known as the G.o.ddess of Harvest during the era when ancient G.o.ds held sway. I cant divulge more at this time. No need to delve into this matter specifically. If you come across the Earth Mother Churchs Favored, Nightstalkers, or members of the School of G.o.ds Descent, keep a vigilant eye. Well handle the follow-up. Of course, when the time comes, we might a.s.sign you one or two minor missions.

The G.o.ddess of Harvest indeed linked to the Earth pathway Lumian pondered as he burned the letter with crimson flames. Returning to bed, he feigned sleep, attuned to the s.h.i.+ps movements.

With the sunrise, his body swiftly healed, and the day unfolded without unexpected incidents.

Lumian returned to the living room and addressed Lugano, who had been awake for an hour, showing signs of a restless night.

Still hearing the baby crying?

No, Lugano replied, a mix of joy and uncertainty evident in his response.

Lugano believed he needed more time to observe before drawing a final conclusion.

Lumian chuckled.

As expected, seeking Father Montserrats help is the only way to completely resolve your aftereffects.

Lugano nearly choked on his words.

So, thats why you wanted me to seek help from Father Montserrat?

Killing him is the equivalent of completely resolving the aftereffects I suffered?

Lumian approached the balcony and instructed Lugano, Find Enio later and use a follow-up consultation as an excuse to confirm his condition.

Right, Enio was saved by Father Montserrats surgery. Since theres something wrong with Father Montserrat, he, too, might be problematic Lugano had concerns seeking the patient, fearing potential danger. However, as he observed the sunlight gradually brightening and the horizon turning red, a sense of relief washed over him.

At 9 a.m., Lugano returned, informing Lumian that the special patient had recovered exceptionally well. There were no signs of surgery failure or hidden dangers, nor indications of corruption.

Around the same time, Captain Pedro approached Lumian, sharing news that the s.h.i.+p would temporarily dock to allow the Church of Earth Mothers personnel to collect Father Montserrats corpse and relics and remove relevant individuals.

Notably, the adventurer and his servant were explicitly excluded from this directive by the Church of Earth Mother.

Lumian smiled, offering no response to the captains words. His demeanor radiated confidence and certainty.

Around noon, several combat nuns and a priest in a brown robe boarded the s.h.i.+p, escorting Enio and others away.

On the balcony, Lugano observed Enio being invited off the s.h.i.+p, his expression a mix of daze and fear, powerless to resist. Lugano sighed.

If hes fine, why capture him?

Lumian emitted a soft chuckle.

Do you think its nonexistent just because you say so? Be optimisticafter the Church of Earth Mother confirms theres no issue, he might secure a clerical position within the Church, interacting with combat nuns daily.

Lugano fell silent, then after a few seconds, he remarked, But that also means losing his freedom. Hes a victim

Freedom? Lumian scoffed. The prerequisite for freedom is not endangering others.

Despite his stance, as he witnessed the terrified and nervous Enio and recalled the deceased Father Montserrat in his normal persona, Lumian couldnt help but recall a peculiar phrase his sister would occasionally utter: All living beings suffer.

Ooo!

With a whistle, the s.h.i.+p prepared to set sail once again.