There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 851 - 712 Retribution_2

Chapter 851 -712 Retribution_2

Catalina frowned and said, “I seem to sense a bit of my kin’s qi nearby, but it’s rather vague and doesn’t quite feel right.”

Xu Shuo raised an eyebrow and asked, “Oh? Is it the qi of your sister, or some other elf?”

“It’s definitely not my sister!” Catalina immediately refuted.

“Mixed-blood Elves?”

“Maybe… I’m not sure.”

Catalina hesitated.

Not every elf bloodline would she be able to sense accurately.

Like those people in the Silver City-State, unless she was in close contact, even Catalina could not discern the bloodline elements of the Duke of Silver.

Though the reason for that…

Was because the elf bloodline among the descendants of the Silver City-State had been prematurely stifled by the Holy See of Light, cut off at the cradle.

But if it were the bloodline of Sola…

There was no need for face-to-face contact; Catalina could tell just from being within a certain distance.

Because the other party’s bloodline qi was very active.

Thinking of these…

Catalina spoke hesitantly, “It’s probably Mixed-blood Elves. Even though my bloodline is currently suppressed by the Mark of Light, I would absolutely sense it if the other party were a pure-blooded Ice and Snow Elf. Only the Mixed-blood Elves would be so indistinct.”

Xu Shuo stared at her, a flicker in his gaze.

Suddenly, the carriage fell somewhat silent.

The young man seemed to be pondering something.

His eyes were indiscernible due to his helmet, but at this moment, Catalina inexplicably felt a warmth enveloping her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Xu Shuo suddenly looked at her and said, “What exactly is the prophecy of your Ice and Snow Elf Clan?”

Catalina was stunned: “The prophecy is imprinted in our cognition. I can’t articulate it precisely; its meanings can only be sensed by us.”

In other words…

It depends on your own understanding.

But Xu Shuo insisted, “It doesn’t matter, tell me what you sense, in the way you understand it.”

However, this request made Catalina somewhat inexplicably embarrassed.

Xu Shuo looked at her curiously.

Catalina cleared her throat.

Then she said softly:

“Constraints, divine retribution, power and gain.

“Great individuals revel in power and prestige, while fools gaze at the sky as they tread towards cliffs, the suspended blade ready to fall.

“This is a maelstrom of divine and royal power.

“That’s what I see in the prophecy.”

After speaking, Catalina blushed.

These were the prophetic words she had interpreted.

But she felt that saying them…

With a serious tone was strangely embarrassing, especially since she had often been bluntly confronted by the young man lately, and it always felt like she would be rebutted again.

But this time the effect seemed okay?

After hearing it, Xu Shuo fell silent, just looking at her without speaking or rebuking.

After a long while, he asked again, “What’s your understanding of this prophecy? Stop beating around the bush and tell me directly what you think.”

Catalina felt somewhat aggrieved by his half-serious, half-mocking tone.

She said with a bit of indignation, “It means your Holy Court and the human empire are going to war. You humans, for the sake of regaining control over the mainland and the interests of divine authority, want to overthrow the royal power, thus starting this war. It has nothing to do with our Ice and Snow Elf Clan at all!”

It seemed she was still brooding over that previous affair.

Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, “Do you really think this war has no connection with the Ice and Snow Elves?”

Feeling the extreme seriousness in the young man’s attitude, Catalina got somewhat nervous.

She pondered for a moment.

Eventually, she spoke softly, “Even if there is a connection, we Ice and Snow Elves just want to take this opportunity to fight for the last chance for our bloodline’s inheritance, but now, the Holy Tree has already…”

As she spoke, she fell silent again.

And then braced herself as if to say—

“This war was instigated by the elves!”

Xu Shuo interrupted her budding resignation.

Catalina suddenly looked up at him, her eyes already red with urgency.

“The Sacred Tree of the Elves has vanished, the Holy Land is gone, and I have nothing left! I’ve even agreed to help you resist the empire’s troops; why must you still draw this disaster towards our Ice and Snow Elf Clan!”

After shouting out these words, Catalina began to cry, her tears uncontrollably cascading down.

She quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

But due to the grievances in her heart, the tears kept coming no matter how she wiped, and her upset grew into stronger sobs.

Xu Shuo watched her silently for a moment.

By the time Catalina finally finished wiping away her tears, she had transitioned from a state of tears pouring down like rain to a fit of sobbing.

Only then did Xu Shuo sigh and say, “It’s because you’re afraid, isn’t it.”

Catalina was taken aback.

“Restriction, divine punishment.”

Xu Shuo repeated the words of her prophecy.

He spoke in a calm voice, “The war of faith that your Elf Clan sparked a thousand years ago threw the entire continent into chaos, and ultimately you faced the world’s restrictions and divine punishment. This is why the Ice and Snow Elves have declined to such a state, the consequence of past calamities.”

As his words ended.

Catalina’s expression suddenly froze, as if she had been petrified and could not move.

“You guessed this truth but have always been too scared to admit it.”

Xu Shuo continued speaking, his overly calm voice seemingly carrying a layer of cruelty, instantly making the Ice and Snow Elf’s breathing hitch.

Catalina’s face turned deathly pale.

Though her skin was already fair.

But now perhaps due to some shock, she swayed as if about to fall, the coldness within her uncontrollably surging.

Frost spread inside the carriage.

However, atop the Holy Seat, the Sun Crown suspended above shone brightly, and such coldness was not as intense as the blizzards of the Far North Mountain Range, dissolving in the warm and soft glow.

Catalina felt a heat within, yet curled up as if freezing, hugging her arms tightly to herself.

Those white eyes lost their luster, simply staring blankly at the fur blanket in front of her.

Indeed, she knew.

She had always known.

So when her sister was preparing to leave the Holy Land of Elves, to intervene in the post-millennial war on the human continent, to seek the last sliver of hope for the Ice and Snow Elves.

She tearfully clutched at her sister, begging her not to go.

The Ice and Snow Elves had already been spurned and ostracized by the world for the war a thousand years ago, subjected to the world’s condemnation.

If they were to participate in this battle again.

Her sister would inevitably be gone with no return.

However, unexpectedly, before her sister could even suffer the divine punishment, their Sacred Tree of the Elves had already perished first.

Catalina was utterly devastated.

But she quickly accepted the outcome and resignedly followed this generation’s Light Envoy out of the Far North Mountain Range, not only because she had no other choice.

But also because.

She had always had this premonition.

Only that she dared not admit it.

And now, all of this had been cruelly and mercilessly laid bare by someone, proclaiming as if the Elf Clan was already extinct, presenting the bloody reality once more in front of her.

Catalina once again deeply withdrew into herself.

Why can someone be so cruel?

…

Xu Shuo leaned against the couch, toying with the brocade fabric he hadn’t yet thrown away, but his thoughts were on something else.

[Restriction, divine punishment, power and profit.]

[The great ones relish power and prestige; the fools gaze at the sky and walk towards the cliff edge, with a sword hanging over them, ready to strike at any moment.]

[Divine grace is like the sea, divine might is like a prison, this is a vortex of divine authority and royal power.]

[All of it starts with a curse.]

These pieces of information.

Came at the time of entering the script.

The foreword explanation that resounded in the Script World.

[Restriction, divine punishment.]

This was the fate of the Ice and Snow Elves, perhaps also of the giant dragon clan, and maybe even of the lost God of Light.

[Power and profit.]

This is what causes war.

[All of it starts with a curse.]

This is the beginning of Black Dragon Island, the search for the giant dragon’s mixed-blood girl to lift the curse, starting with the appearance of the black dragon in Tunus City-State, the script that involves the whole world and three parties begins.

So, who are the [great ones] and [fools] in this script?

And towards whom will the hanging sword strike?

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Xu Shuo’s eyes flickered slightly.

He tore the brocade fabric in his hand with interest.

Indeed, only when both camps are on the brink of explosion does the play become increasingly interesting, with all that came before being simply minor frictions under the world.

What do light and dawn count for.

The truly fearsome god, is this world itself.

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