Chapter 677: 524 "The Hider
Under the moonlit night, on the endless grassland.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground.
"Ugh... Ahhhhhh...!"
Cries of pain erupted from their mouth as the figure struggled on the ground, full of gaping wounds as if a snake shedding its skin.
In fact, what the figure was doing was somewhat similar to that.
Amid the increasing struggles and painful groans, six tails emerged from behind the figure, flailing wildly.
At one moment, one of the six tails broke off.
But the breaking of the tail led to the gradual healing of the figure’s numerous wounds, eventually leaving them completely unscathed.
"Damn it!"
The vixen, her injuries healed, looked at her severed tail without a hint of joy but instead with revulsion, full of anger.
"It took so much effort to accumulate six tails, and yet to lose one in such a place, to start all over again; the loss is too great!"
The face of Galyanskaia, who had narrowly escaped death, turned extremely ugly, her beastly pupils emerging in her eyes.
Inside, murderous intent and ferocity fluctuated, making her wish she could go back and tear that human to pieces.
"No, I can’t go back."
Galyanskaia forced herself to calm down.
"That human is too mysterious; he was able to reproduce the essence of the Saint Spear using magic, summoning the ends of the world, something even that witch has not managed to do."
"Who exactly is he? A person from pan-human history? Or someone from this Folklore World?"
"Did Morgan really marry him because she mistook him for the child of prophecy?"
"But isn’t the child of prophecy the enemy of that witch? Why would she give him the mysteries related to the Saint Spear?"
At this point, Galyanskaia realized that she knew too little about Reiger.
In a situation where she had severely insufficient information about the enemy, she had rashly exposed her true nature and true form because of a few provocations from the other side, and this time she might have truly made a mistake.
"Humans..."
In Galyanskaia’s eyes, filled with ferocity, there was only indifference.
"What a redundant race, but why is it that life from this race always manages to produce some unexpected existences?"
Galyanskaia found this displeasing, vexing.
However...
"Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things; it’s better to head back to Gloucester first."
She needed to rely on Mourine’s power to recuperate temporarily in Gloucester.
Besides, she also had to investigate that human, to see exactly what he was about.
Intuition told Galyanskaia that Morgan giving the Saint Spear to that human and marrying him was definitely hiding some unspeakable secrets.
"If necessary, I may even need to make contact with that witch."
Galyanskaia made such a decision.
Just as this devastating beauty was about to leave and return to Gloucester, a frivolous voice reached her ears.
"I didn’t expect even you to flee, luckily I didn’t stay there any longer."
Upon hearing this refreshing voice, Galyanskaia’s expression also darkened.
"... You still dare to show up before me?"
The playful beast turned its head and looked towards the newcomer approaching slowly, a murderous gleam spilling from the golden pupils.
The newcomer was none other than Beryl Gate.
"Don’t look at me like that." Beryl raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "You’ve reverted to your true form, and, of course, I had to run as far as possible to avoid being implicated, wasn’t that so?"
This serial killer, who had once managed to assassinate Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Master of Chaldea, through a sneak attack, had not the slightest bit of shame while saying this.
Clearly, he didn’t think he had done anything wrong; on the contrary, he even complained to Galyanskaia.
"I had wanted to greet Mash properly, but it was all because of you that my chance to talk more with my beloved was ruthlessly taken away."
Upon hearing this, Galyanskaia scoffed.
"This time it was just a miscalculation. I counted on Chaldea, I counted on the child of prophecy, but I just missed one human, making it truly displeasing. Of course, you have no right to speak about me, as a member of the Hidden Ones, you’ve let the situation spiral out of control to this state; it’s no wonder that human called you a defeated dog."
—— "Hidden Ones."
These were a group of people committed to denying pan-human history, introducing Folklore Bands and gods of alien stars on Earth, with the aim of returning Earth to how it was before the Age of Gods had vanished.
They were allied with the aliens, planting Trees of Imagination on Earth to bring forth numerous Folklore Bands, opposing pan-human history while blank-slatting Earth, leading to a catastrophe that swept across the whole of human history.
Chaldea stood in opposition to the Hidden Ones in such circumstances, continuously cutting off Folklore Bands, chopping down Trees of Imagination, intending to save the Earth and pan-human history.
Beryl Gate was one of the Hidden Ones, possessing Command Spells exclusive to their ranks.
Fairy Country Britain, this Folklore World, appeared mostly because of Beryl; he planted the Tree of Imagination here, but due to some accident, the Tree of Imagination in Fairy Country Britain had withered.