novelraw Chapter 235: 11 Ice Prince
Chapter 235: 11 Ice Prince
Fisher followed the deep black waters all the way upwards, wanting to return to the place where he just discovered the ruins to verify the extent of damage to the World Alert Stele he had so painstakingly found.
He took one last look back towards the deep sea below. The massive fluorescent mushrooms there were completely invisible by now, and naturally, he couldn't see the group of Jellyfish-men standing with their hands on their hips yelling at him either.
Fisher had previously heard Reinar mention that there was a type of demi-human in the ocean extremely skilled at weaving clothing, called the Jellyfishman Race, living above the Maelstrom. He didn't know if they were the kind he just encountered, but their appearance was indeed quite similar to jellyfish, it was just that their forms were somewhat bizarre to a terrestrial person like Fisher.
The profound ocean was exceedingly quiet. Just now when Fisher was dragged down by the Siren, it felt like less than a minute. Now, swimming up from there took a surprisingly long time before he saw the edge of that cliff.
Above the cliff, the ruins that originally appeared quite scattered had now suffered a devastating disaster. Numerous fragments of stone pillars were scattered on the ground. Fisher hurriedly ran to the plaza where the World Alert Stele was placed. However, at this moment, due to the Siren's destruction, that pitch-black stone tablet only had a small bottom section left.
Fisher furrowed his brows and scanned around, but couldn't find any other scattered fragments. It seemed they had been swallowed into the belly of that damned Siren...
He sighed somewhat disappointedly, but wasn't too discouraged. Because Eliog had said that back then, almost every human settlement would have one of these things placed in it. Even if he couldn't see its full appearance here, there would still be chances later. Moreover, Fisher could also go ask Eimhart how much he knew about the World Alert Stele.
Fisher took one last look at the human devoutly prostrating on the ground with outstretched hands at the base of the stone tablet. Looking forward along the direction of his kneeling, that half-shattered Mother Goddess statue, resembling Venus, continued to gaze lovingly at the area beneath her.
The history of humanity's belief in the Mother Goddess is already so old that it's unverifiable. After all, according to human mythology and legends, even humankind itself was created by her.
But based on the description on the World Alert Stele, humans were clearly at the very bottom of the Life Rank at that time. The Life Ranks they depicted were arranged upward using themselves as the baseline. Furthermore, using the name "Alert" seemed to prove that the environment for human survival back then was not safe, requiring them to constantly pay attention to and guard against those dangerous higher-tier species.If the environment in ancient times was not safe, how exactly did humans, ranked at the bottom of the living beings' tiers, overcome the massive tier gap to survive and develop into what they are today?
Thinking of this, Fisher could even answer this question himself, because he was exactly proficient in this path,
"Magic..."
Perhaps during a certain period in ancient times, humans discovered the secret of using magic, learned how to use their own magical energy to communicate with the world, and used this as a method to confront other races?
The orthodox historical theory on the origin of magic holds that humans figured out magic themselves by collecting and observing magical biological materials in the wild. Kadu's religious viewpoint believes everything was bestowed by the Mother Goddess. Meanwhile, modern magicians, headed by gravity magic masters, believe that the creation of magic was inspired by celestial phenomena and demi-human races.
However, in the Soul Completion Handbook, Uzi mentioned that the magic used by the Dragon-kin in the Dragon Court were all imported goods originating from human society. This proved that humans thought up magic themselves, but how they thought up magic was still a problem.
As he was thinking, Fisher furrowed his brows. He looked up at the Mother Goddess he believed in, but that featureless Mother Goddess statue merely looked down at him affectionately, without providing a single clue.
"Pfft!"
In the middle of a boundless expanse of vast ocean, Fisher suddenly burst out of the water surface. He opened his mouth wide, greedily breathing the fresh air.
To tell the truth, although Fisher could now breathe in the water, that feeling was truly hard to describe. It felt like every breath of air could only draw in a sixth of a mouthful, leaving him extremely tight in the chest.
Furthermore, during the battle, the Siren's blood also scattered in the seawater. This made the already scarce gas feel as if it were contaminated with excrement, making Fisher struggle to decide whether to inhale it or not...
In any case, Fisher had had enough of breathing in the water. Only at this moment did he start rejoicing that he hadn't been knocked unconscious by Jasmine's two hands and brought back into the sea back then; otherwise, it would truly be worse than killing him.
He heartily panted several breaths of gas, then wiped his face before observing the surrounding environment. He saw only continuously rolling sea surfaces in his field of vision; there was no sign of the Iceberg Queen that carried him here.
This was just great. The Siren took him to who-knows-where in a flash. If the Iceberg Queen couldn't find him, was he supposed to rely on himself to swim to shore?
Just as he raised his head to survey his surroundings, a figure with spread wings skimmed across the sky like lightning. Based entirely on that pair of giant wings, Fisher recognized at a glance that it was Ocie, the second mate of the Iceberg Queen.
"Ocie!"
Fisher, catching a lifeline, hastily shouted to her. Her figure in mid-air paused slightly. She looked back at Fisher still in the sea, and a "relieved" expression visibly appeared on her sweet exterior.
The next moment, she turned around without answering and flew towards Fisher. A pair of powerful bird claws gently grabbed the hand Fisher extended towards her, pulling him out of the sea.
As soon as his skin was touched by her bird claws, Fisher immediately felt a sensation of feathers on her claws. He looked up at Ocie with a weird expression. From this angle, he could see everything of her specific appearance hidden beneath the cloak at a glance. Then, Fisher saw that she actually wore very little beneath her cloak, only a thin crew shirt.
From this, Fisher discovered that this Pale Bird breed's physique was far different from the tall and slender Maidens of the Matriarchy. Ocie's figure was a bit... well, slightly chubby, looking fleshy. It paired perfectly with her cute and sweet appearance; it was exactly the type preferred by gentlemen of Naris.
Fisher had not even looked at her for over two seconds before her flight suddenly experienced violent turbulence, shaking Fisher so much he almost flew into the sea once again.
It turned out that Ocie felt shy having Fisher stare at her. She subconsciously wanted to stretch out her wings to cover up her humiliating figure, but forgot she was still in mid-flight. Tucking away one wing instantly caused her to start uncontrollably plummeting toward the sea surface.
She hastily spread her wings again, unable to mind her body under the cloak, focusing on flying. However, her fair face also began to take on a faint cherry-blossom tint.
"Sorry..."
"Sorry."
Ocie and Fisher, who retracted his gaze, said sorry at the same time. Then they looked at each other in surprise, which scared her into flusteredly retracting her gaze. After that, she didn't speak anymore.
Flying for about seven or eight more minutes, the Iceberg Queen parked on the sea surface once again appeared in Fisher's field of vision. So before he knew it, he had been carried out this far by the Siren.
At this time, the deck of the Iceberg Queen was a mess. Many crew members looked very distressed at the ship deck covered in ice shards. Alajina was sitting on the stairs beside the deck, bandaging her right hand, while Pakhz stood beside her, staring at the sea surface with gnashed teeth.
"That despicable, nasty bastard, daring to sneak attack us from the bottom of the sea, and actually succeeding... We practically lost all face down to her grandpa's house. I really..."
"Coming back... coming back..."
The words Pakhz was just about to utter came to an abrupt end after hearing the sound of Steel Knife next to her. She turned her head to look into the distance, then her expression immediately changed, and she started laughing heartily.
"Captain, Fisher and Ocie flew back!"
Alajina, bandaging her wound at the side, immediately looked up at the sky upon hearing this sentence. Finally seeing Fisher completely unhurt, her cold expression caused by pain and injury melted away significantly because of this. She walked to the edge of the deck with brisk steps.
Ocie flew above the deck. After setting Fisher down properly, she rapidly flew up to the top of the deck's mast. After sitting down properly, she covered her body with that heavy cloak, turned her head away without uttering a single word, and shut herself away.
"You're injured?"
Fisher shook his head, flinging off the water droplets dripping from his hair. Not having haircuts during this period traveling to Saint-Nazareth made it a bit long. He looked at Alajina's half-bandaged right hand, which exposed bruised skin, and asked this.
He didn't expect that he wouldn't get a response after this sentence. He looked up in confusion, only to see Alajina looking at his wet hair and subconsciously swallowing her saliva. When Fisher looked at her, she somewhat embarrassedly raised her left hand to wipe her own nose. With drifting eyes, she said,
"No... it's not serious."
Alajina didn't want Fisher to think she was a lustful fiend who would actually peek at him while his white shirt was soaked, so she explained it this way.
Both Pakhz and Fisher took a look at her frozen, swollen bruised fingers, suddenly not knowing how to comment on her stubbornness. They had no choice but to shift the topic.
"This is the consequence of you using the true body of the Ice Prince just now?"
Previously, Fisher heard Eimhart mention that the Ice Prince was a weapon designed for the Phoenix Race. As a human, it was normal for Alajina not to be able to wield it. But wasn't the whole hand nearly getting frozen to the point of being crippled after just one use a bit too exaggerated?
"Mm, and just now, the Ice Prince seemed a little abnormal. It seemed like there was something around that was attracting it..."
"Attracting it?"
Fisher looked toward the captain's cabin in confusion, and then noticed that broken book Eimhart lying on the roof of the captain's cabin, playing dead. He opened his mouth just wanting to say something, but a crew member standing at the bow suddenly discovered something and shouted,
"Captain... Captain! There's an island ahead!"
"An island? Where would an island come from around here? Let me see!"
After hearing this, Pakhz exchanged an unbelievable glance with Alajina. Although they didn't follow the merchant fleet's route completely strictly, at least they were in the vicinity of the route. According to reason, in order to ensure the safety of navigation, the areas near confirmed routes would be fully explored.
But at this time, the crew actually said an island abruptly appeared ahead?
Pakhz hurriedly rushed to the bow with binoculars. She raised the binoculars and looked straight ahead. She saw an island of moderate size abruptly appear in the very center of a boundless sea.
"Motherfucker... there really is an island..."
Just as Alajina looked toward that direction in confusion, her back suddenly started getting hot. She subconsciously reached her hand back to touch it, feeling a reaction from her tattoo linked with the Ice Prince. It seemed to be reminding her that it wanted to go to that island...
"Ice Prince?"
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