Novel Full Chapter 1231: Moon Earrings
It has been several days since Evelyn decided to stay in the Dark Elf Kingdom.
She spent her time consoling and being with Qonvale—attempting to help her recover and unveiling the reason she ended up like this. Because of her time spent here—Evelyn found that each night, she could unravel the reason through Qonvale’s murmurs.
Qonvale always had a nightmare, the same nightmare over and over again.
From that, Evelyn realized that she had a vision.
She had a vision of the end of the world, and the Angels were leading the doom.
Evelyn tried to ask Qonvale what she saw in her dreams, knowing that Qonvale was blind but she was blessed to see other things that eyes couldn’t see. However—every time she asked, it ended up the same way with Qonvale shivering and crying uncontrollably.
Despite her failures, Evelyn stayed patient and sought other ways to get the information.
Her patience paid off as earlier, she tried to talk with Qonvale while she was sleeping.
She started the moment when Qonvale began having her nightmare.
And surprisingly, Qonvale answered her questions without breaking down.
“Madam Qonvale, can you hear me…?”
“Yes”
“Tell me, what do you see?”
“Destruction… and m-monsters, everyone is being killed”
Upon hearing this, Evelyn’s eyes glistened, “These monsters, what do they look like?”
“Gnarly… they are unlike what I’ve seen, ho-horrifying” Qonvale replied, her voice shaking.
Even though Evelyn couldn’t see the dream, Qonvale’s fear was palpable.
It was as if she was looking at something horrifying beyond comprehension, something that could terrify Qonvale, who had lived, for a long time. But Evelyn had her mind on full gear, ‘If even Qonvale doesn’t know what the monsters are then it must not be another race, it must not be a Supernatural creature’
Surely, someone as old as Qonvale had seen all of the Supernatural races.
Because of that, Evelyn deduced that these monsters were not another Supernatural race.
“Okay, what about the Angels? Where are they?” Evelyn asked.
Qonvale paused when she was asked this question as if she was really looking around to find where the Angels were, and eventually, she replied, “All of them… they are holding the chains attached to these monsters, like pets. No… No… No, they are not the Angels”
“S- Something is happening! Ahh… Hahh… Haarggh!!” Suddenly, Qonvale screamed.
Just before Evelyn could ask some more, this happened.
If Qonvale had already turned to this state she knew that the questioning session was over.
Upon hearing this Evelyn sighed and got out of bed and headed to the balcony.
Gazing upwards at the moon that was nearing the next full moon, she closed her eyes before taking in a deep breath of fresh air to ease her mind. She then opened her eyes slowly, “Such a big calamity, involving the Angel race… How would the Angels, achieve that? I highly doubt, they are stronger than the Demons much less us all”
Despite having doubt, Evelyn couldn’t shake the unease as the timing was perfect.
Qonvale’s dream happened when the Angels appeared.
Currently, the ones who knew about the Angels coming was only the Clarentium Empire.
Other kingdoms, the high-rank Supernaturals didn’t know about this yet.
So the fact that Qonvale suddenly had a dream about the Angels made Evelyn really believe, that the calamity might be real. Even if it’s not real, she was more inclined to believe it rather than not believe it. Find your next adventure on M V L
“Also, what did she mean by they were not Angels earlier?” Evelyn continued to contemplate.
Having the view in pieces made it hard for her to decipher—what was going on in the dream.
As she spent her time dwelling in her mind while taking in the fresh night air, Evelyn suddenly remembered Rex. It has been quite some time, since the two of them talked, “He still has not taken the time to see me, am I that irrelevant? Gistella said that he must have a good reason, so why haven’t he come to me until now?”
It was torturing and exhausting her heart to be in this state with Rex.
She was having a hard time holding herself back as Rex was the only thing on her mind.
Every time she had time to think for herself, she always thought of Rex.
But since he hasn’t come to talk about this, it seems like it wasn’t the same case for him.
“Rex said that the Luna’s sole purpose is to not be in the battle directly—and support the pack from behind, but if I don’t train, wouldn’t I betossed aside..? As much, as I hated her, Calidora kept on getting stronger. If this goes on, wouldn’t she replace me?” She mused.
No matter what, her situation was extremely sticky.
One side is angry at Rex for doing what he did, and the other still doesn’t want to lose him.
She was conflicted and didn’t know what to do.
“Even if I want to get stronger, I can only be stronger, through my fire elements,” Evelyn sighs in vexation. “I don’t know how to cultivate my Luna energy, Rex had not told me how—and no one could tell me how. Flunra might know, but I don’t want to ask him…” She added.
As she contemplated this, she couldn’t help but beg for a chance.
If she knew how to cultivate her Luna energy, Rex wouldn’t be able to ignore her like this.
Just then, Evelyn’s senses were suddenly heightened by an unknown force. She raised an eyebrow—scanning for the source of the disturbance. Looking out from the balcony—she spotted a trail of purplish dust scattered on the ground beneath the great tree.
Feeling an irresistible pull, she leaped down and landed gracefully on the ground.
Dark Elves, more active at night, were still bustling around.
Many greeted her and bowed as she passed, but Evelyn paid them no mind.
Her focus was on the trail of purple dust—leading her into the path—between the protruding roots of the great tree. As she got close, to this trail of energy, Evelyn frowned, ‘It felt like my Luna energy, but different… it’s way denser and stronger’
Striding into the path lit up only by torches, Evelyn’s interest was piqued.
Soon, she arrived at a reinforced door, intricately carved with numerous protective runes.
On either side of the door stood two formidable Dark Elf guards—their expressions stern and vigilant. Evelyn approached the door—seeing the trail of purplish dust coming from the other side of the reinforced door.
‘Is it an exchequer? A treasure vault of the Dark Elves…?’ Evelyn pondered.
Upon seeing the arrival of the Empress of the Clarentium Empire, the two guards knelt down.
Even though they were confused, they still paid their respect first.
“Am I allowed to know where the door leads to?” She asked, her voice dulcet and graceful.
Shaking their heads—one of the guards replied, “It’s the treasure vault of our kingdom, Your Majesty. If I may ask, does Your Majesty have any business here? We haven’t been informed about your visit here”
“May I see inside? Or will that be too much?” Not even minding the question, Evelyn asked.
Naturally, due to the sensitivity of the place, one of the guards shook his head.
“I fear without the conscience of King Jorik, we can’t le-“
Just then, however, before the guard could finish, the other guards gave him a warning look.
“Feel free to enter, but I’m afraid we might need to come in with you,” the other guard said.
Evelyn didn’t push as this was the treasure vault of the Dark Elf Kingdom and nodded before the two guards made a series of patterns using the runes carved on the door—before it was opened with a heavy, grazing sound.
Upon seeing this, she walked inside and scanned the entire place.
As expected of a treasure vault—she was greeted by shimmering light, and gleam of golden coins, artifacts, and other kinds of riches, with energies mixing and dancing in the air. It was a room of grandeur, constructed from gold, bronze, and black marble.
From a glance, she could discern numerous artifacts of the eighth-rank realm or higher.
But amidst the opulence, her eyes were drawn to a specific item.
It was poking out from a pile of gold coins, and it also appeared extremely ordinary.
Unlike the gleaming items in this room, radiating with energy, this one emanates nothing.
However, this item was the source of the purple dust.
Curious, she made her way toward the item, her footsteps echoing softly in the lavish room.
Kneeling down, she reached into the pile and uncovered the item, a pair of beautiful earrings with crescent pendants. But unlike what she expected, there were some creatures that were latching onto the earrings tightly.
All of them looked like a mutated bee, slightly larger than their ordinary counterparts.
Moreover, they shimmered with a dense moonlight energy so potent it condensed into liquid droplets, dripping onto the floor below. Their bodies are glowing, with an ethereal light—and despite Evelyn pulling the earrings, they were unwilling to release their grip.
Upon seeing this, Evelyn gasped in shock.
She had heard of the upcoming full moon, the Honey Moon, so she was aware of these bees.
“L- Lunar Bees…? Not one, but there are five of them” She uttered in shock.
Not only her but the two guards behind her also gasped at the sight of five Lunar Bees.
As Evelyn held the earrings the Lunar Bees tried to poke her hand to let go—but they weren’t able to do anything to her hand. Putting more strength, she took the earrings off of the Lunar Bees and felt electrified.
She could feel the strong persistent allure of the purple dust from these earrings.
Seems like the simplicity of the design belied the power they contained.
Evelyn instantly knew immediately that these earrings were no ordinary earrings.
Just then—however, her eyes widened before she turned to the two guards, “I will be taking this. Inform King Jorik that I am willing to trade for these earrings—and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you both are not to be blamed for this”
Upon hearing this, the two guards exchanged looks before they nodded.
One of them left to inform King Jorik while the other stayed behind.
Meanwhile—Evelyn inspected the earrings again, but now focused on the pendants. She was inspecting them more closely, and when she turned them, she saw a very small writing there, an identification number.
“Number one… I wonder who this belongs to?” She murmured lightly.
…
Meanwhile, in a distant land near the continent’s border, there was chaos.
Mutated animals of all kinds could be seen making an early migration to flee from something.
Not too long ago, the sky above them rumbled, and a massive cumulonimbus cloud could be seen appearing out of thin air, crackling with red lightning. From this cloud emerged a sort of structure resembling an inverted grey and red tower, radiating holy energy.
Its light reached miles away, scaring anything that saw it.
Despite the hiccups along the way, it had been two days since the Angel Legion arrived.
Behind schedule, but they finally landed on the continent.
As a greeting of their arrival, they created this massive structure, their Heaven.
It was not complete—there were still some parts that were still only made of light—but with each passing day, the structure was becoming more and more complete. Not long after the tower appeared, several batches of Angels emerged, their wings flapping as they dispersed in various directions.
One group of Angels, flying in a straight path from the tower met a gathering crowd.
A nearby local kingdom, the first one they encountered.
Upon seeing this crowd, the Angels descend, their majestic wings beating in unison.
These Angels’ descent was graceful—their presence commanding reverence and awe from those who had gathered. Not even stepping on the ground, the Angels looked down on the crowd, casting a divine glow over them.
“Choose, fall under our rule, or die…” One of the Angels declared pompously.
Showing that he was serious, he pointed his sword at the crowd below.