Novel Full Chapter 600 In Ansel's Eyes - I
In the largest alchemy workshop of Dispute Fortress, the machinery roared and churned.
Ravenna frowned at the tool bench, still covered in patches of rust, her expression deeply displeased.
“A place like this dares to call itself an alchemy workshop? With sufficient materials, I could build a workshop ten times better in a week.”
Not to mention the alchemical equipment on the Nostrom, the most advanced and luxurious in the entire continent, even the basic apprentice alchemy workshops of the Tower of Babel had far superior equipment compared to this.
“You can’t expect a city governed by adventurers to have well-planned town equipment allocations,” Ansel said, arms crossed, sitting on the workbench. “It’s not particularly high-end stuff anyway. With your abilities, even without these tools, you could create everything using Nidhoggur alone, right?”
“That would be unstable. Without your ether supply, it would soon disassemble itself.”
Ravenna glanced at the matching bracelets on her and Ansel’s wrists, sighing as she looked down. “In the end, it’s not truly a god from the machine.”
Her mood was complicated for just a moment before she shook her head and skillfully picked up the tools on the table.
Ansel observed Ravenna’s increasingly serious profile. The serene and solemn demeanor of Miss Scholar when engaged in research and study had a unique, captivating beauty.
If it were Seri, that would probably be her grinning… well, brilliantly smiling while fighting.
The young Hydral, resting his chin on his hand, couldn’t help but smile more brightly as he gazed at his petite friend. Experience more content on empire
Regarding romance, although Ansel could easily manipulate others’ emotions, he had no particularly clear concept of it for himself. He simply felt that Seraphina and Ravenna were special and indispensable girls to him, nothing more.
The more time he spent with them, the more he discovered charming and beautiful aspects of them he had never noticed before, bringing a sense of relaxation and comfort.
…So this is what Seri meant by liking me more each day than the last.
In this semi-vacation state, Ansel thought happily.
Finding Evora is a matter of urgency. Very urgent.
Ansel didn’t know what role fate intended Evora to play or where she would be placed, and even without considering fate, he couldn’t allow Evora to return to the Empire safely.
Currently, a delicate balance had been struck between the Hydral and the Empire’s dukes—using the God from the Machine as a deterrent. No one wanted to be the first sacrificial victim, and Ansel’s accumulated reputation and prestige over the years added weight to this balance.
But all of this was based on the premise that the Empire had only Ansel, a divine species “with no hope of ascending to the sixth stage.”
What would the dukes think if Evora returned?
Would they wonder if Lord Elder Princess had already found a way to ascend to the sixth stage? Or, if the Elder Princess was still alive, had their Empress found a way to survive the flames of the Sourcefire? And if the Empress was alive…
The one who orchestrated the death trap in the Imperial Capital, Ansel of Hydral, would be the one most deserving of death.
Even if they didn’t think of the second possibility, Evora’s return alone would be the greatest disruption to the balance.
With her power to control space, even if all thirteen dukes attacked her together, she could escape unscathed if she remained vigilant. Would the dukes, for the sake of Evora, turn their weapons—which they might have hesitated to use or had already put down—back towards Ansel?
The current balance is fragile and sensitive. Ansel’s faint supreme status in the Empire and the prosperity and stability of the Hydral territory are all based on the assumption that the Flamefeast royal family has been extinguished.
If Evora successfully returns to this world, coupled with the push of fate, the consequences would be unimaginable.
That’s why Ansel tasked Shadewell with this mission and did not openly rule the Western Lands as the Hydral. He couldn’t let anyone notice his unusual behavior.
However, Ansel no longer felt the same near-mad, hysterical urgency as before.
Searching for Evora in the Zero Realm Enigma was an enormous undertaking. Given the frequent openings of the gates in the Western Lands, it was highly likely that Evora wasn’t in any specific labyrinth but was drifting in the endless Enigmas, trying to find a way back to the main plane. At most, she would jump into an enigma to rest and resupply when needed.
As for whether fate would deliberately push things so that Evora would rest and then conveniently open a gate for adventurers to find her, or allow her to return to the main plane, Ansel wasn’t worried.
The “storyline” has progressed to this point, with the future already shrouded in chaos. Ansel had lost his greatest leverage against fate.
Yet, after six years of contending with that transcendent existence seated high above, Ansel could vaguely perceive through the clouds and sky… where the hand might place the pieces on the board.
It was waiting for an opportunity.
In the Western Lands, with its swirling storms, two grand dukes were locked in a death struggle. Wyvern was restlessly gazing eastward, and the Azuregold, a war profiteer, was planting mercenaries everywhere, hoping for Firmament and Bloodust to quake the whole land.
Adding to the chaos, the dragon calamity was imminent, and the contemporary Dragon King might have already cast his perilous gaze on the region.
These intertwined conflicts would eventually yield a ripe fruit, the moment fate awaited. Evora …was highly likely to be the one to pluck that fruit.
Of course, she might also be the sacrificial offering for it.
Regardless, Ansel only needed to deal with Evora before that moment arrived. It was urgent, but not something that could be rushed.
It was better to maintain a calm mindset, observe fate’s moves, and accomplish some things he had wanted to do, while also giving Ravenna a glimpse of the world she should have experienced.
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