"I understand. Believe me, I understand far better than you imagine. It's just that I neither believe that a half-blood with Turan Blood being able to wield Holy Light Magic is some kind of 'blasphemy' or 'evil,' nor that this alone can overturn the Holy Light Temple's ten-thousand-year rule over the Holy Light Land. So, there's nothing worth making a fuss over!"
Meng Chao shrugged. "Still, after hearing your explanation, I can finally confirm that our positions and interests are quite aligned. So, go on. Let me know exactly how we can help each other, achieve our respective goals, and rake in the biggest share of the spoils."
Ice Storm carefully observed Meng Chao's expression.
Once she confirmed that Meng Chao was not lying,
for some reason, amid her faint surprise, she also felt a sense of relaxation she had never experienced before.
She had fled from the Holy Light Land to Turanze.
Then she had traveled from Black Horn City to Hundred Blades City.
Next, she still had to venture deep into the Turan Holy Mountain and face the wrath of Destroyer's Horn, Raging Blade, and Jackal, as well as unpredictable trials a hundred times more terrifying than the wrath of the Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King.
She was truly exhausted.
Too exhausted to open her eyes, too exhausted to keep pretending.
She only wanted to completely relax every muscle and nerve, find someone to tell everything to, and then let fate—or something else—do as it pleased with her.
"I should have told you that I am a half-blood of the Holy Light Human Race and the Turan Orcs. My mother was a Witch, while my father was an adventurer who infiltrated the Holy Light Land, intending to stir up trouble and steal intelligence and treasures."
Ice