Vol 2 Chapter 77 Diary by the Window

The wind whistled past the window, causing the glass to tremble slightly.

Sylutia sat at the desk by the window, writing in her diary, summarizing her recent gains and thoughts. Some entries were about the garrison’s construction, others about her personal growth, with the occasional reflection on life.

“Day 73 in the Darkmist Mountains. The new garrison is complete. We’ve not only finished three large greenhouses but also built a circular dining hall. Everyone is very happy.

After the final roof beam was put in place, we held our first large evening gathering in the dining hall. Everyone from the entire garrison participated.

I urgently force-ripened a batch of food in the greenhouses for the event. Many apprentices joined in the cooking and preparation, each showcasing their skills to make delicious dishes from their hometowns. During this, I learned many cooking methods for ingredients I’d never seen before, which felt quite novel.”

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“Regas has fallen. This afternoon, when Mr. Reginson came to the garrison again to deliver supplies, he told me this news. Apparently, the association noticed my registered origin was in Regas, so they specifically informed me.

I wonder how Scholar Hyde, Talier, and Sister Winnie are doing. It’s a pity I can’t leave my duties freely now. I can only write a letter and entrust it to Sir Cassius, the Captain of the ‘Holy White Knight Hall’. He will probably help me inquire about the situation on the surface continent.

Last year, we only heard that the north might go to war. I never expected Regas to fall so quickly.

News carried on the distant wind was usually just idle talk among everyone in Scorchstone City. In the blink of an eye, it has swept to my doorstep. The tides of the era won’t spare you just because you’re far away. Sooner or later, they will reach every person in this world.”

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“After stepping into the Second Tier, I haven’t recalled any more memories. But as I learn more about the strength of the Tiers, I grow increasingly astonished by the scenes I witnessed in childhood. Without a doubt, Mother was a Sorceress who had reached the Seventh Tier. Yet, from what is currently known, the highest known power level on the Fourth Continent is only the Seventh Tier. I haven’t heard of any Eighth Tier existence.

Perhaps my childhood memories are fuzzy, and there’s a possibility of some mistake. But if Mother truly was Seventh Tier, that implies many things.

My amnesia was likely caused by some kind of accident. And whoever could cause me to suffer an accident while under the protection of my mother, the ‘Aster Sorceress,’ was most likely an enemy of the same Tier or stronger. Although I don’t know who the specific enemy is, this is a hidden worry, and I must prepare early.”

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“Beauty is a wonderful trait, but for me right now, overly outstanding looks have also brought some minor troubles. People often get distracted when I speak, or act hastily due to an overly eager desire to impress.

Furthermore, in the rumors about my reputation, most are related to my appearance. As for the specific things I’ve done and my achievements, they are largely ignored by outsiders. Only the apprentices within the garrison have a clearer idea.

I wonder if this is ultimately a good thing or a bad thing.”

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After finishing writing about recent events and reflections, Sylutia watched the ink on the page slowly dry, then closed the diary and placed it under her pillow. Since the diary was written in Chinese characters, which no one in this world could understand, she wasn’t worried about anyone peeking.

After two months of busy work, everything in the garrison had gradually settled into a routine, and Sylutia finally had some time for herself.

Come to think of it, she had been busy with garrison affairs lately and hadn’t expanded her cultivation studies for a while.

Although she didn’t know what kind of situation or circumstances the future held, Sylutia had a vague premonition that the current peaceful time probably wouldn’t last very long.

Therefore, before the turbulent situation arrived, she needed to accumulate as much strength as possible to safely weather it.

Sitting in her small room, Sylutia slightly drew her legs up. Her small feet, freed from her shoes, were tucked under her knees. She rested her head sideways on her knees, thinking as her silver-snow hair cascaded down, a few stray strands falling messily onto her legs.

She was now firmly established in the Second Tier. The next thing to consider was how to advance.

Logically speaking, the core secret art most suitable for her should be the ‘Four Seasons Alliance’s’ manor secret method. But she was somewhat worried whether the combat power of such a core secret art could keep up. If she chose other types of core secret arts, she would be reluctant to give up the various benefits brought by the manor space.

As expected, I’m greedy too, just like everyone else, Sylutia quietly complained in her heart.

In the end, it still comes down to testing whether her [Star talent] can seal a core secret art, and whether such sealing would cause the core secret art to dissipate or fail, and so on.

Right now, she hadn’t reached the Third Tier, so naturally, she couldn’t test and verify this. Furthermore, experimenting on herself carried relatively high risk.

If only I could find a ‘Third Tier’ monster to use as a test subject, Sylutia thought.

There were many such monsters on the other side of the Darkmist Mountains, but that place was also exceptionally dangerous. Not only were there Third Tier monsters, but even Fourth Tier ones existed. It was simply not a place she could safely set foot in at her current level.

Looking at it this way, she could only search in the direction she came from, that is, those regions that had a real mapping correspondence with the surface continent.

Now that the garrison was stable, her leaving for a few days wouldn’t be a big problem, but it couldn’t exceed two weeks at most. Otherwise, many people would worry, and the backlog of issues at the garrison would also cause some trouble.

Two weeks, huh? Sylutia calculated how far she could travel within that time. Based on this range, she drew a rough circle on the map. Half of the circle fell within the Darkmist Mountains and the Black Lion Wastes, with only a small portion lying in other regions.

Within this not-so-large area, Sylutia made another selection, finally fixing her gaze on the marked handwriting.

‘Spider Forest’;
a forest located upstream of the Rainy Night River. There, the jungle was dense, inhabited by Tier 2-3 spider monsters. Apart from that, it had no other special products, and few people ventured there.

This is the place. Because this forest produced very few resources, not many apprentices went there to explore. Only when a few needed spider materials for their secret art cultivation would apprentices come here.

The nearest garrison was ‘Mammoth’. From there, it was about a 60-kilometer walk to reach the ‘Spider Forest’.

After deciding on her target, Sylutia began her preparations. Since this time she wanted to test her talent and many hidden methods, going alone was most suitable. It would be much more convenient. Furthermore, if an accident occurred, she could use her Alien Star traversal ability to escape the scene without worrying about teammates.

‘White Flower Battle Armor’, ‘Black Dream Dagger’, ‘Glittergold Blade’, ‘Black Ebony Compound Bow’, ‘Flower Chalice Lantern’…

She went through and equipped all the gear and treasures she had accumulated over the years. Once everything was ready, she called in the apprentices in charge of various sections of the garrison.

“I’m going out for some training. It will probably take about two weeks. I’ll have to trouble you all during this time.”

“No problem, Lady Tia~”

Several of them answered cheerfully. Now that the garrison construction was basically complete, there weren’t any major issues in the short term. Everyone also understood that this young lady had been working hard for a long time and wanted to go out to relax.

“Be careful on the road, Lady Tia.” Even though they knew this young lady’s strength, seeing her go out alone, they couldn’t help but remind her.

Ultimately, it was because Sylutia looked too young. If she were a mature leader around forty years old, probably no one would give such a reminder.

“Got it.” The young lady waved her hand lightly, said goodbye to everyone, pulled up her hood, mounted her horse, and left the garrison.

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