Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold's dog food taste test report 3

So, the Radiant Fortress was just built there by chance, right? Wait... wait a minute!

"Who did you just say?" I asked in surprise. "Who was your previous owner?"

Damala calmly replied, "It was His Hailianna, the former High Priest of the Moon at the Shadow Moon Temple."

I gasped for breath, feeling stars appear before my eyes. I... I'm going to faint! Help! Someone give me a calming spell! I... I... I'll do it myself...

I cast a dozen calming spells on myself, making sure my ears weren't playing tricks on me; she really was talking about my idol... or, to use a more modern and trendy term, my male god!

Hailianna, the High Priest of the Moon from six thousand years ago, is hailed as the most powerful Dark Priest in history!

--The movie Mel and I went to see before was a remake of the story of High Priest Hailianna, and we were both confused by it, which was a shame.

Ah--I can't, I have to hold it in, I can't scream... I... But... I just took my idol's lich? Ahhh! I remember now, Legion Commander! That title! I know that title! Back then, she led a large army to repel the orcs who attacked the human kingdom from the northwest. Now, she's a must-know for history class—the only undead commander in human history to have ever led an army of living people!

Ahhh! I feel like I've caught Moli's scent, I really want to scream!

The legend suddenly appeared before my eyes instead of being written in a book, and I couldn't process it!

My consciousness fluctuations were too strong; Damala sensed them. The lich suddenly looked terrified, the soul flames in his eyes flickering erratically, as if he had suffered a severe blow. "Six thousand years ago? What did you say? Six thousand years ago?"

The lich blurted out an ancient highland dialect curse, then screamed, "Six thousand years? We've been sleeping underground for six thousand years? My God! By the Lord, how is this possible? That damned prophetic witch, I'm going to dig up her grave!"

My new lich and I screamed at each other in a completely unrefined manner; it was truly the most unbecoming thing I've ever done in my life as a mage.

After calming down, Damala, somewhat embarrassed, regained her composure and said to me, "A prophetic witch from the North told my former master that a skilled dark mage would inherit his life's work, but he feared the master wouldn't live to see it. So, when my master built this underground palace to suppress demons, he also placed his own collection of books here, waiting for his new apprentice to inherit them. But who knew it would take six thousand years!"

Oh, I know this story—it's written in history books. The famous High Priest Hailianna passed his mantle to an excellent Dark Knight, but as a result, many of his unique skills were not inherited, and his other mage apprentices failed to reach the same level as their teacher. So he established a secret library, which once sparked a treasure hunt frenzy among mages throughout history.

So... I...

I...

"By the way, you have the Magic Power aura of your former master on you. Did you obtain his relics before?" Damala asked me.

Ah?

Seeing my utter surprise, Damala explained, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have been collectively awakened. There's a very strong protective spell here; the thieves don't need our help. When I woke up, I initially thought it was a demon trying to escape."

That's impossible!

I'm so poor I can barely find a single Federation Coin... wait!

I jolted awake and pulled out my half-finished notebook...

The succubi who had been singing and dancing all flinched, seemingly filled with fear, while Damala's eyes lit up. "This is it!"

I...

Is this true? I found... the High Priest's spellbook in the second teacher's junkyard?

Oh no, my vision is starting to go black.

So, my third teacher, my true mentor in Black Magic, the one who shaped me into the dark mage Ciprins I am today, was he the most famous and powerful dark priest in history?

... Luckily, I won my duel with my second teacher back then. No wonder I was able to defeat a bunch of dark mages when I was just a teenager. I even thought I had an extraordinary talent for Black Magic and was born to be evil. Turns out, my teacher was just too powerful!

Hmm... but that means the pressure of surpassing the teacher will be immense!

Chapter 90 Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold Dog Food Tasting Report 3

I've been the Speaker of the Magic Council for so many years, until this day, I suddenly realized that I'm actually a fucking idiot!

--I wonder if it's too late to have my PR team change my public image and promote me as cute and silly?

About...

I... I am desperate.

After learning that Ciprins and Mephistopheles had officially moved in together, I felt my entire life changed. Actually, I still lived in my villa, went to work, came home, received and visited people, reviewed official documents, and occasionally scolded my secretary... But for some reason, without the routine weekend dates, I felt life was bland and uninteresting. Even when dealing with a dozen tricky reporters' bizarre questions all day, I felt completely unfazed.

When I was with Ciprins, I sometimes privately felt that he was a bit dull and boring. Our dates lacked romance and passion, and sometimes they even felt like scheduling a meeting with the prime minister to discuss national affairs... But why do I miss him so much? I find that my once-energetic work has become mundane and uninteresting, while those dates that I found dull are now something I yearn for.

So, does heartbreak make people lose their vitality?

Madam Christine, the Speaker of the Federal Congress, told me cheerfully, "Oh, don't be so down. You're just upset that he dumped you. My cousin is coming to the capital next month, and if you'd like, I can introduce you. If you still want to find a boy, I can help you find one. Forget about your worthless commoner lover."

Of course I agreed with her and sighed, and Madam Christine believed her... But in fact I knew that I wasn't angry about it. Logically speaking, I had wondered if it was because Ciprins dumped me as the speaker that I felt a sense of loss? But I found that I was more noble than I had imagined—yes, I wasn't angry at all that he dumped me.

All I need to do is grip the steering wheel tightly every time I habitually turn towards the research institute, turn back home, and then regret why I didn't know how to cherish it.

About half a month later, I was able to calm down and of course, I stopped drinking heavily. Just then, the Marshal of the Federation Magitech Corps contacted me and said he hoped I could go on a field mission. Because the matter was quite big and involved many political forces, a Federation official might be needed on-site to keep the situation under control. I am a level seven mage, and the Marshal believed that I was capable of accompanying his elite squad on the mission.

--This was the duty of the Magic Council Speaker, and I agreed without hesitation. Because I needed to travel light, I declined to have my own bodyguards accompany me. At the same time, I secretly thought that I could also take this opportunity to leave the Federation capital, take care of other things, and clear my mind. Perhaps when I return, I will have sorted out my feelings and be ready to start a more meaningful relationship...

Bullshit!

Why do I see Ciprins and Mephistopheles at the airship platform?!

Ahhh!

Wasn't this a top-secret mission? There's a Shield of the New Star captain and a Temple of Light priest, that's all fine, so how did Ciprins manage to sneak in?

No! Let's talk this out, Mephistopheles! I only glanced at him. Put your hand down. Don't think I can't tell that's the pre-casting gesture for Transformation Spell! I know that spell too!

... Ciprins hugged Mephistopheles. After being hugged, Mephistopheles, who had been glaring at me angrily, immediately turned to me with a gentle smile and began to talk to me, no longer giving me a second glance.

... I feel like I won't have much of a chance to sort out my feelings and relax on this trip.