Chapter 2597: The Sister of the Fifth Era

Realizing that the destination was about to be reached, Xia De looked ahead more carefully. The thick white mist completely blocked his sight, but gradually, he saw that familiar radiance of the Underworld Moon.

The moon, half-submerged in the water in the distance, became clearer behind the thick fog, and even Ms. Brock noticed it.

Thus, the two stood up together, watching the fog around them become thinner and thinner. Until unknowingly, there were many pure white souls standing on the water around the small boat, and at this time, the Underworld Moon had already illuminated them on this pitch-black water area.

Silent, extremely quiet, this is the end of everything, the place where souls should go after death.

Xia De appeared here last time when he was in a near-death state during the Battle of Moon Bay. At that time, Detective Sparrow, "Chosen One of Darkness" Ivan Darkness, Hela Olsenfort, the Fifth Era female knight Miss Knight, and the little black cat mother and daughter were all here to welcome him, but at this time he didn't see any acquaintances.

After the boat slid forward for a distance, it stopped completely. Under the Underworld Moon, they all seemed to be dyed silver, but no shadows were left on the boat. Ms. Brock held her breath and watched this scene, probably because of the protection of this small boat, they had no discomfort here.

Xia De left her time to perceive everything around her, lowered his head and touched the cat looking at the Underworld Moon, and then handed the mithril eye mask to the witch. She took it hesitantly, but didn't speak immediately:

"Do you think I should really disturb my sister's peace after death?"

The silence at this moment made her hesitate.

"We are already here, do you really want to think about this now?"

Xia De raised his eyebrows, so the Thirteenth-Ring great witch nodded gently and widened her eyes, looking down at the familiar eye mask. She gently rubbed the complex patterns on the surface of the eye mask with her hand, then raised it and called out loudly toward the Underworld Moon:

"Sister! Jessica Brock!"

She really used all her strength to call out there, but the sound transmitted was still not loud.

Both and the well-behaved cat observed the surroundings, but after that call, no soul turned back. Ms. Brock waited for a while, then lowered her head somewhat lonely. But Xia De's hand reached out from the side and took the eye mask back:

"Maybe it needs someone with the power of the First Fire to do this—Ms. Jessica Brock, are you here?"

He also held up the eye mask high in front of the Underworld Moon and called out with all his strength. Even without the amplification of "Miracle - Dragon Roar," the sound was still much louder than the witch's call just now.

The radiance of the Underworld Moon seemed to become brighter, and the eye mask under the moonlight also seemed to brighten. The Thirteenth-Ring witch, who was watching the surroundings with her last hope, saw a figure suddenly stop in the souls walking toward the Underworld Moon at this moment.

Xia De and the witch both felt that the figure's attire was so familiar. It looked like the gray-black sister's robe, which was a style that had become popular since the middle of the Fifth Era. And she also had gray long hair, and the bright fiery red embers at the tips of her hair made her look different from other souls.

The soul turned around, and Ms. Brock covered her mouth and trembled all over. And the sister, who looked to be in her thirties and was 50% similar to Ms. Brock, walked against the flow of other souls and walked toward the small boat under the Underworld Moon.

The water rippled with every step she took. Xia De noticed that the arms and clothes of this "Sister Brock" spirit also had burn marks.

"Sister!"

The witch wanted to jump off the small boat to greet her, but was hurriedly pulled by Xia De:

"Are you crazy? Do you think you can stand on this water?"

And the sister who was walking toward them stopped at a distance from the small boat.

The spirit's face was not wearing an eye mask, but was wrapped in a circle of black gauze. Her temperament was slightly different from Sister Sister Daifulin's but very similar. If Sister Sister Daifulin was a scarred block of ice, then this lady was like a fragile snowflake about to melt.

Xia De could feel that she was looking at the two people on the boat, or more accurately, she was looking at himself. After a moment of silence, the sister's mouth did not open, and a gentle and cold voice automatically appeared in Xia De's ears:

"Hero who carries the fire, what do you need my help with?"

This voice seemed to have an echo, and the language she used in the middle of the Fifth Era sounded older than the grammar used by Ms. Brock and Mr. Nelson.

Xia De explained somewhat awkwardly:

"I don't need any help for the time being. It's your sister who wants to see you. I'm just guiding her."

The sister with black gauze covering her face then "looked" at her sister. The two sisters looked at each other in silence. The sister's soul was expressionless, while the witch's face was full of nostalgia and a little sadness:

"Sister, why... I know you have your own responsibilities, and you can't turn back once you embark on the path of the Fire-Holding Sister. But why, why did you lie to me before you died, saying that you would wait for me in death?"

The souls with unclear faces around spontaneously bypassed the location of the small boat. The tall boatman at the stern also stood there holding the oar motionless. Xia De took a few steps back with little Mia, leaving time for them.

The cat was not afraid of this place at all. Speaking of which, Xia De seemed to have brought it here several times.

"If it weren't for the help of this gentleman, I wouldn't even have the chance to see you again. I don't hate you for lying to me and making me find the spark of First Fire that burned you, but I hate you for still lying to me until the end!"

There was already a crying voice while speaking. Even though she was a Thirteenth-Ring witch, she was still like a little girl in front of her "sister."

"I have lied to you many times."

The sister answered calmly:

"Before the old sister who took me away took me away, she had already told me all the consequences of choosing this path, but in order for you to be at ease in your witch studies, I didn't tell you all of this."

The tearful witch looked up at her sister in shock. She had always thought that her sister only knew what she was going to do after being taken away by the old sister.

"From then on, I had already decided to keep lying to you. I chose an unchangeable fate for myself, and there was no need to let you know everything, but if you could perceive those lies yourself, that represents your own ability."

She seemed to have long thought about how to face her sister's questioning:

"Before I died, I knew that you and I would not be able to meet after death because of the uniqueness of my soul. At that time, you were sad because you found the spark that burned me to death. Do you think I should tell you then that we would have no chance to meet even after death?"

An incomparably calm tone, saying sentences that made the witch incomparably heartbroken:

"Anya Brock, I only cared about two things in my life. One is you, and one is fire.

For you, I dedicated myself to fire; for fire, I lied to you again. If you need my apology, I can apologize to you now, but don't punish yourself for these things, don't live for me."

"But you lived for me!"

The sisters looked at each other, and after a few seconds of silence:

"Because I am your sister."

The witch really couldn't help but cry bitterly while covering her face. She thought of everything since her parents passed away, thought of the sisters depending on each other when they were children, the separation in their youth, the bits and pieces of contact in their young adulthood, and the mutual reliance after each had their own life goals.

While crying, she suddenly felt that the radiance of the silver moon in front of her was a bit dim. Looking up through tears, she found that the sister who had her back to the moon had walked to the front of the small boat.

The witch stood up, and the sisters hugged tightly at the bow of the boat.

"So, it's fine once some things are said."

Xia De looked at this scene very satisfied while holding little Mia. Although this witch's matter seemed to have nothing to do with his mission of "waiting with mortals for those who are about to leave," Xia De was still very happy to be able to see this story and promote its resolution.

The sisters who hugged each other separated again soon in front of the Underworld Moon. The sister still stood in front of the bow, while Ms. Brock wiped away her tears, her voice sounding much more normal:

"Sister, before I die, I will definitely find a way to see you again after death. I will sit on the seat of the great witch of death, and I will use every method to achieve my goal. You spent your life for me, and I must hold your hand again after death."

A smile vaguely appeared on the face of the tranquil sister. She did not oppose her sister's idea, but turned to look at Xia De:

"Hero who carries the fire."

"I am here."

The witch temporarily stepped aside, and Xia De came to the bow again. Seeing the sister reaching out to him, Xia De handed over the mithril eye mask under the moon. But the sister shook her head, and Xia De handed out his hand very hesitantly.

Sister Brock grabbed his hand. After a moment of grasping, she asked:

"Has the First Fire of the Sixth Era weakened to this extent?"

Xia De didn't ask how she knew the time he belonged to:

"This is already very strong. My Fire-Holding Sister has already found a lot of firewood and sparks of First Fire. She said that the dimness of the First Fire represents the decline of the world, and no one can stop this."

Sister Brock nodded gently, but still didn't let go of Xia De's hand. Thus, red flames lit up again from the hands of the two tightly held together, and a little power from the soul was shared with Xia De. Little Mia wanted to put her claws on their hands, but was blocked by Xia De's left hand.

The Fire-Holding Sister of the Fifth Era lowered her head slightly to him:

"Please touch my darkness... Even though I didn't meet a hero capable of carrying the fire while I was alive, I was, after all, a Fire-Holding Sister." ===== CHAPTER 2598 =====

"Please touch my darkness... even though I could not meet a hero capable of inheriting the fire while I was alive, I am, after all, a nun who holds the fire."