Ethereal Ascendance: A Journey of Transformation(Vol 4)

Vol 4/ Chapter 43 - Meeting the Prophet Again

"This is too ridiculous..."

I couldn't help but twitch my mouth. To any informed onlooker, this scene was simply unbearable to watch - the shamelessness was off the charts!

I almost laughed out loud, but held it in for fear of upsetting Nicola. I could only cover my mouth and chuckle softly in the air.

"Pfft...I told you she has good acting skills. To cry like that..."

Cyra's cheeks were also puffed up. Clearly she was in the same situation as me.

We watched as the Phoenix lay collapsed on the ground, the flames around its body already extinguished. Many people had gathered from all directions.

"But does this really count as avoiding the prophecy?"

I still felt everything had been resolved too easily. But Cyra's "deception" plan did seem theoretically sound, and I couldn't find any loopholes.

Upon careful thought, it was true that I had faced mortal danger once in the past three days, but strangely it was very different from what the prophecy foretold - the two situations did not match at all. Could it be that what Quintina originally prophesied was just Nicola's performance?

"Don't forget the fire three days ago was caused by the fight between angels and demons. By now many would have seen us already. If you don't want any more trouble, we should hurry back and hide!"

Having finished her dramatics, Nicola flew over to urge us.

After all, the sun had not risen yet. I could not say for sure that I had escaped the curse of the prophecy. It would be foolish to let my guard down even one bit.

But upon returning to the room and seeing Carl's corpse, we were troubled again. Left with no choice, Nicola made a special trip out of the city to dispose of his body. As for Cyra and I, we were responsible for cleaning up the room.

"Forget it. The coachman is dead anyway and we can't take the carriage. We'll just fly directly to the Holy Capital after dawn! No need to explain anything to the inn, why bother with these messy affairs!"

The blood stains were too difficult to clean up. Cyra plopped down on the bed and decided to give up.

"You're right..."

I nodded in agreement and looked out at the brightening sky, finally relieved about my fate.

"Nicola is quite ruthless! To just kill Carl with one stroke of her sword. Although that guy was up to no good, he was still a human after all. If it were me, I'm not sure I could do it!"

Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, Cyra suddenly asked me.

"Feliciana, If it were you, would you have done the same as her?"

"Well..."

I couldn't help but hesitate. To be honest, Nicola didn't do much wrong - leaving Carl alive would have been a hidden danger. But if I were in her shoes, I most likely wouldn't have been so decisive.

"Perhaps that is simply the rules of this world. Survival of the fittest, just like the martial arts world. "

I sighed. Nicola clearly adapted very quickly. With such great power it is easy to stand above the law - this is also one of the flaws of the magical world.

"Martial arts world..."

Cyra blankly repeated my words, seemingly lost in thought.

"Could the Supreme One really be in such a place?"