Chapter 1850 - 1083: The Young Lady of the Painted World

[Soul of Sister Friede]

[Soul of Sister Friede, one of the deformed souls that bears power]

[Use to gain countless souls, or transpose it to extract its strength]

[Friede stepped into the Painting as the first of the Ashes, yet she chose not to kindle the flame, but instead to walk with the priest down the path of letting the Painting World rot away]

Gapar looked at the soul floating before him and grabbed it in his hand.

This was the legacy left behind after Sister Friede’s death.

Aside from this soul, there was no other reward. He didn’t know whether this was the intended reward, or something had changed.

Looks like she won’t be resurrecting a fourth time. If she did, he really would lose his patience, and the trick of using Gael for a surprise attack would be useless; if she got up again he’d have to come up with a new way to deal with her.

"Haven’t seen this kind of soul in a long while."

Lately he’d only been seeing things like King’s Souls; souls you get from defeating a Boss Monster like this were actually quite rare.

[Assistant Slave Knight Gail has departed]

Gael’s Spiritual Body, which had appeared as an Assistant, slowly faded away. This battle finally drew to a close.

The flame that Sister Friede had kindled here also began to vanish with her death; the black fire quickly dispersed completely.

But oddly enough, ordinary flames were still burning inside the church. The blaze even seemed to be growing, and was already leaping out toward the world beyond the church.

Gapar touched it; it was just a normal flame and had no effect on him.

He turned his head to look, and sure enough, the fire had spread outward.

In the snowy wastes of the Painting World Aredel, orange flames danced to life, adding quite a bit of vitality.

The falling snow could not snuff out the fire. The flames roared and surged, and at this rate, the entire world might burn.

Seems like Sister Friede is the final BOSS of the whole Painting World Aredel, isn’t she?

Then according to Sain Dungeon’s usual style, defeating her should certainly trigger a series of major changes here, right?

Too bad the Image Stone got smashed; otherwise he could have Luluwo run an analysis.

Gapar pondered for a moment. He remembered that when Luluwo asked him to come help fight Sister Friede, she’d given him a rundown of the Painting World Aredel’s background story.

But back then all his focus had been on analyzing Sister Friede herself, so he’d completely ignored that kind of story that only makes people sleepy when they listen to it.

"After all, hearing a story told by someone else is just easy to get bored with."

He shrugged, feeling the fault did not lie with him.

The story of Sain Dungeon is very special: if he pieced together the whole thing bit by bit from fragmented information himself, it would feel really immersive and cool.

But if he listened to someone else narrate it, he’d inexplicably get drowsy.

"So next, I should be heading there, right?"

Gapar turned and left the church, walking into the firelit wind and snow.

He made a big loop through the entire Painting World Aredel, went down into the great pit underground and defeated the Tomb Guardian and the giant wolf, then wandered all around the Crowman Village, circled to the church’s underground area, slaughtered a bunch of Monsters that had mutated into Fly Men, and finally turned the mechanism to successfully open the underground passage that connected to the church’s main hall.

Originally this was supposed to be the proper route to formally start the Sister Friede battle, yet he’d ended up activating it only after everything was already over.

Father Aredel, who had been in the basement, had already disappeared; only the huge cauldron of flame he held in his arms was left behind.

After the cauldron tipped over, the fire hidden inside spilled out. This was the root cause of the entire Painting World catching fire.

Gapar had never gotten the chance to take out the priest, but the priest was gone now. Reasonably speaking... he’d probably traded one life for another, using his own life to bring Sister Friede back?

Forget it. The man’s dead; what’s the point of thinking about it.

At this moment, Gapar suddenly thought of a question.

He stroked the Image Stone on his chest that had been split in two, muttering to himself, "Should I tell them that the nun can resurrect a third time?"

At a time like this, upholding the adventurer’s virtue of mutual help, he certainly ought to tell Luluwo all the intel about Sister Friede!

But then, Gapar thought of his beloved Disciple Leon.

In the end he chose to conceal it. Even after he got out, he would not tell Luluwo that the nun had a third phase.

"If it were Leon, he’d definitely do the same."

Master Sword Saint chuckled merrily.

He turned and walked toward the side of the basement, where there was a lift. Riding the lift all the way up, he finally reached the attic of the church.

Even though the church below was burning, the attic high above still could hardly draw any warmth from the flames. It was cold and damp, simply not a place for people, the kind of space only Harry Potter would cheer for because of how spacious it was.

Yet in such harsh conditions, there lived a little girl.

The moment Gapar stepped into the attic he saw her: a little girl with white hair and gray skin, sitting atop a high chair, with an unfinished blurry painting before her.

Judging from the setup, she was probably a painter.

Gapar remembered Luluwo referring to this little girl as "Milady."