NOVEL NEXT Chapter 462: Well, obviously, we called you here to help
Amid the soft, childlike sound of a dragon's roar, a golden-scaled dragon entered the Blooming Sanctuary.
"Azura, what brings you here?"
Holy Maiden Aeliana was visibly surprised to see Azura. After all, this little dragon was usually either eating or sticking close to Timothy, rarely venturing out on her own.
"Holy Maiden, the Goddess has something important to discuss with you," Azura, now in human form after landing, spoke hurriedly, a trace of urgency in her voice.
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"The Goddess needs me?" Aeliana's expression shifted slightly, realizing that things were indeed as complicated as she had feared. She had barely rested since returning from the Sepulcher of the Sacred, and now, it seemed like trouble was brewing again.
What could have happened? Was it something related to the Sky Sanctuary? Or had something gone wrong at the Sepulcher of the Sacred? Or worse… the Netherworld?
"If even Sylvia is concerned, I can't imagine what's going on…"
"I understand. Take me there right away."
Without wasting a moment, Aeliana instructed Azura to return to her dragon form and carry her to the Sky Sanctuary.
As they soared over mountains and rivers, Aeliana gazed down at the vast land below. She could clearly see that many sects had already activated their defensive formations. The Elant Continent, which had been peaceful for tens of thousands of years, was now on high alert after the recent catastrophe at the Sepulcher of the Sacred. Many sects were more vigilant than ever, fearing another disaster.
"Sky Sanctuary… doesn't seem any different, though?"
However, as they descended upon the Sky Sanctuary, Aeliana quickly noticed that the atmosphere was unusually calm. There was no sign of any major event. Everything seemed as it always had, with no hint of anything out of the ordinary.
But considering that Azura had been sent by the Goddess herself, and with such urgency, Aeliana couldn't afford to let her guard down. She hurried toward the heart of the Sky Sanctuary.
"Sylvia, what's going on? Has something strange happened at the Sepulcher of the Sacred again?"
Before she even entered, Aeliana's worried voice echoed through the hall. Her golden hair swayed as she rushed inside, her footsteps quick and anxious.
What she saw upon entering was Timothy and Sylvia, both deeply focused on writing. The two, who were usually inseparable and always showing their affection, were now completely absorbed in their work, their pens moving without pause. Beside them, scrolls were stacked high, forming a small mountain. At a glance, there were hundreds, if not thousands.
But what caught Aeliana's attention the most was…
"Are those… Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls?"
Her eyes widened in shock. She knew exactly how precious these scrolls were, made from the bamboo of Ink Saint Mountain and capable of lasting tens of thousands of years. For many smaller sects, obtaining even one of these scrolls was nearly impossible, no matter how much effort or wealth they poured into it.
While it wasn't too difficult for the Sky Sanctuary to acquire Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls, the sheer number they had gathered here was staggering.
'What could have happened to make Sylvia so desperate to collect this many Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls?'
Even Aeliana, usually calm and composed, felt her face pale slightly. She began to suspect that an enemy so powerful that even the Sky Sanctuary might struggle to face them was approaching.
That would explain why Sylvia was urgently preparing by inscribing formations and spells onto the scrolls, readying for battle.
"The situation with the Sepulcher of the Sacred has only just settled, and if another major threat strikes now, things could get really bad!"
Holy Maiden Aeliana's expression grew serious as her thoughts raced.
She was well aware that the current state of the major sects was anything but stable. On top of that, Sylvia and Timothy had only recently returned from the Netherworld and hadn't even had time to properly rest and recover. If something unexpected were to happen now, the consequences could be disastrous.
This time, she didn't dare disturb Timothy and Sylvia, who were both deeply focused on their writing. Instead, she quietly approached them, careful not to make a sound, and leaned in to see what Sylvia was writing.
However, what she saw was completely different from what she had imagined.
Sylvia wasn't writing any ancient, complex formations or drawing protective or offensive sigils. Instead, the words on the scroll read:
"In three days… Sky Sanctuary… will host a wedding!"
Aeliana's eyes locked onto that sentence, and her mind went blank.
"Wha—what?! Σ( ° △ °|||)︴"
She was utterly dumbfounded. She had been bracing herself for some earth-shattering crisis, but…
Wait, no, this was earth-shattering!
If the news of Goddess Sylvia's wedding got out, it would cause an uproar far greater than the disaster at the Sepulcher of the Sacred. The marriage of any Holy Emperor-level figure might not shake the world, but Sylvia? That would send shockwaves across the entire Elant Continent!
After all… this was Goddess Sylvia we were talking about!
Aeliana could hardly believe it. These two had gone to the Netherworld for what she thought was a simple honeymoon, publicly flaunting their affection for each other in front of the whole world. And now… it was actually happening!
"Well, you got here pretty quickly," Sylvia said, her voice calm but with a hint of satisfaction. "Timothy and I have thought this through for a long time, and we've decided to hold our wedding here at Sky Sanctuary in three days. We'll be inviting the Legendary Mystic Realm and over a thousand sects from across the land to attend. These," she gestured to the scrolls, "are the invitations."
Sylvia's clear eyes met Aeliana's, filled with an unshakable resolve. The usual cold pride in her gaze was now mixed with something Aeliana had never seen before—an overwhelming sense of anticipation.
This feeling… Aeliana had never sensed anything like it from any Holy Emperor-level figure, especially not from Sylvia. The once aloof goddess was now speaking with such certainty, and even Timothy put down his pen, smiling warmly from the heart.
The two of them exchanged a glance, their eyes locked, neither looking away. Their expressions and the way they gazed at each other were filled with such affection that it was almost too sweet to bear.
"These are wedding invitations? So… what am I even here for?" Aeliana asked, still in shock.
Timothy shrugged. "Well, obviously, we called you here to help."
"In other words, you're our free labor!" Sylvia added with a smirk.
The two of them shared a knowing smile, perfectly in sync with each other.
Meanwhile, Aeliana stood there, completely dumbfounded, unable to process what had just happened…