Hearing the words of the Saint, Archmage Arif couldn't help but nod.
"It looks as though the side effects weren't as dire this time around," said Archmage Arif as he turned his attention back to the piece of paper in his hands.
"Yes, with the healing of the goddess, he should be able to fully recover this time," said Saint Orianna as she turned her attention back to the piece of paper as well.
After seeing the result of the divination from the Prophet, the five archmages had begun searching for a primary suspect that fit as the possible dark calamity.
Using the accumulated knowledge of the five academies, as well as that of the Magic Council itself, the five archmages had now begun searching for a match among the gods, so that when the Prophet finally recovered, he could quickly make the divination and find out their true enemy.
Staring at the piece of paper in the hands of the nearly ancient archmage, a frown appeared on Saint Orianna's face.
"I still don't think this will be so simple," mumbled Saint Orianna, causing Archmage Arif to nod, he also instinctually knew that trying to search for a target among the gods would probably not yield any good results.
"We don't really have any other good options right now that the prophet is not here to conduct divinations, although I and Aatos can devine some, trying to do so about things related to gods will not do anything," said Archmage Arif, causing Saint Orianna to shake her head, feeling somewhat frustrated.
After a few moments, Saint Orianna also left, leaving only Archmage Arif to once again stand alone and stare at the piece of paper in his hands.
'The return of 'her ', the one from a different time, could this mean that this is someone even more ancient than the gods?' mumbled Arif as he touched his beard as thoughts swirled inside of his mind.
...
At the same time, on the flying ship of the Rose Guild,
Looking at the elemental stone powder, which had gathered on the floor below Beatrice's bed, Beatrice couldn't help but shake her head, feeling something.
Quickly though, Beatrice cleaned up the powder, having learned her lesson on how fine this stuff was and how easy it could make its way into different crevices.
Not long after she entered the ship, so as to counteract the effects of the extremely reduced elemental energy quantity in the air, Beatrice had begun to use elemental stones as a way to help her refine mana, so as to not delay her improvement speed.
Using only around 4 elemental stones per day, which may seem cheap, or exorbitantly expensive, depending on how you look at it, Beatrice was able to keep her mana refining speed at the same level as it was back on the magic continent.
As such, although Beatrice had spent 88 elemental stones in the past 22 days, she was still relatively satisfied, feeling as though the deal would be worth it in the end.
"Only around a week more," mumbled Beatrice as she stared out of the window of the flying ship, looking at the island which had appeared in the distance.
Although the Western Ocean was filled to the brim with islands, especially lone ones, it was also enormously huge, spanning an incomprehensible distance.
As such, seeing islands whilst you looked out of the window was really quite rare.
"After eight days, the ship will temporarily land in the Malto Archipelago, staying there for around three hours, at the same time, the ship will return on the same route in around two months," mumbled Beatrice as thoughts swirled inside of her mind.
'If I don't waste any time in the slightest, and use my physique to its fullest, I could probably manage to take a boat back to Galwall Island in around three days, after that, returning to the Lyon Kingdom should be quite trivial,' thought Beatrice as she tapped on her pens on the table in a rhythm.
...
At the same time, in a secluded location,
Looking at the goblins in front of her, which were peacefully sleeping around a campfire, a faint smile appeared on Madeline's face as she silently rose her hand from the puddle, signaling to her comrades.
A moment later, three earth spikes rose from the ground, piercing the bodies of three of the goblins, at the same time, a wind blade silently cut through the air, as well as the head of another goblin, not giving it any time to make any sounds.
As such, without making any sounds or alerting any of the other goblins in the area, four goblins met their doom.
Seeing this, Madeline's whole body slowly but surely emerged from the water and walked onto land a few moments later.
In a clearly experienced manner, Madeline quickly looted the bodies of the four goblins, not obtaining much from them.
Suddenly, Madeline felt a strong wind blow towards her from behind, causing her eyes to slightly widen.
...
A short goblin, surrounded by five other, well above-average goblins walked together.
And right now, this goblin held something that was actually quite valuable in his hands, a makeshift staff with a shiny rock slapped on top of it, so as to maybe give it more power.
Looking at the would-be leader of this small goblin tribe, which was holding their target in its hand, a flash of ruthlessness appeared on Catherines's face, as she then turned towards Shane, who sitting next to her, and nodded.
Not long after, a fiery wind blade suddenly flew through the air and toward the small goblin holding the makeshift staff.
Although two of the larger goblins jumped in the way of the blade, this did not do much other than to do damage to themselves, as the fiery blade flew through them, as well as the head of the goblin shaman without any resistance.
At the same time, the moment the blade cut one of the goblins, flames flew out from it, enveloping all seven other goblins in a supernatural flame, quickly killing them.