Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

Wayne and the others widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief, especially Wayne, who considered himself to know Odilia well and felt that this matter was unreliable.


The artistic girl seemed gentle and submissive without much of her own opinions, but in fact, out of her one hundred pounds of weight, ninety pounds were rebellious. As a believer in the Nature Goddess, free-spirited blood of the Liberty Mage flowed in her veins, and she didn't hold much respect for deities.


Looking at Flora's maneuvers, she aimed to pull him down from his position and then recommend Odilia as the candidate for Windsor's Holy Maiden.


Does Odilia really qualify? Does Flora understand her own student?


Or was it that the former Holy Maiden saw through the belief that the end of magic is the organization, and whether one is devout or not doesn't matter, the ultimate right of interpretation lies beneath one's rear, and with a position, one can interpret faith?


Chapter 230: The End of Magic is Arrangement