Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel

Chapter 305 - 306: A Month Without Aster Grant

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

The crisis in the Snow Kingdom had also finally quieted down.

Without Aster Grant’s leadership, each Beastbond chose their own way to ease their longing for him.

The center of the battlefield that once was is no longer a boundless snowfield—

The Power of Life unleashed by Vera spread like a surging tide, dyeing this land a deep, lush green.

She stood at the heart of the verdant field as countless vines surged from around her, like serpents, like dragons, charging one after another toward the Swarm King’s severed Colossal Tortoise.

Every time a vine drew near, it was instantly shattered by the lingering aura of Destruction on the Colossal Tortoise.

But Vera never stopped; new vines burst from the earth again, stubbornly surging toward that annihilating Power.

This severed shell had, after all, lost the Swarm King’s core support; under Vera’s relentless day-and-night assault, a few vines finally pierced through the barrier, touching the surface of the Colossal Tortoise and greedily drawing out the Energy still trapped within.

All the Power she absorbed was refined by her into pure Life origin, which she poured without cease into her Reincarnation Skill.

A trace of pain and self-blame flashed in her eyes—

If only she had been strong enough back then, she could have wiped out the entire Swarm in an instant, never leaving her Master’s side, never allowing him to disappear like this...

Vera clenched her fists, the Energy around her surging once more.

She knew very clearly that her Reincarnation Skill was her greatest trump card.

Only by digging out its potential at all costs could her strength achieve a true leap in Growth.

Next time...

When she and Aster Grant met again—

She would finally have enough Power to remain as his Guardian.

And she was not the only one who harbored such resolve.

Deep within the Ghost Race, Shade gazed at Veridia, whose eyes were filled with unwavering determination, and a bitter smile surfaced on his face.

"Veridia, you don’t have to enter The Forbidden Land of the Ghost Race. Your current strength is only at Monarch Tier One, and your Talent has already surpassed mine. As long as you progress step by step..."

"In the future, your achievements will not only surpass your father’s, you’ll even surpass me and become the greatest Ghost King in the history of the Ghost Race!"

"Besides, your Master might come back very soon. We don’t need to risk our lives in The Forbidden Land!"

Yet Shade’s words did nothing to shake Veridia’s resolve.

"Grandfather, say no more. I’ve already made up my mind!"

Though Veridia had finally called him by the title he had long dreamed of hearing, Shade couldn’t feel the slightest joy.

The Forbidden Land of the Ghost Race was connected to another unknown and dangerous world.

Back then, brimming with arrogance, Shade had ventured deep into it; the deeper he went, the more terrifying the Demon Clan’s strength became.

In the end, he had even encountered a group of Totem-level Demon Clan, and could only flee in disgrace.

Previously, the reason Green—who resided within The Forbidden Land—had managed to survive was because he remained on the very fringes of that Otherworld.

But now...

Veridia intended to enter The Forbidden Land and press ever onward toward the center of that world.

To raise her strength through battle.

Indeed, only in combat could the Ghost Race fully unleash their greatest potential.

However...

In The Forbidden Land, a single misstep meant eternal damnation.

With that thought, Shade turned sharply to the silent Green at his side and spoke anxiously:

"Green, talk some sense into your daughter!"

Green turned and looked at Veridia, only to be met with her incomparably resolute gaze.

Words of dissuasion froze in his throat.

In Veridia’s eyes, he saw himself.

Back then, he had been just like this...

Otherwise, he could never have stood out among all the Ghost Race and married the Clan Leader’s daughter.

At this thought, Green fell silent.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly:

"Clan Leader, let Veridia go. Her temperament is exactly the same as mine back then. We can’t hold her back!"

Hearing Green’s words, Veridia cast him a grateful look.

Then she bowed solemnly to both Green and Shade before turning resolutely and stepping into The Forbidden Land.

Shade watched helplessly as she vanished into the depths of the darkness, his eyes slowly turning red.

He suddenly whipped around to the still-stunned Green, no longer able to suppress his emotions:

"My daughter has already sacrificed her Life. If anything happens to Veridia, I’ll expel you from the Ghost Race!"

With that bellow, Shade turned and strode away without hesitation.

Green stood there in a daze for a long time before finally turning away with a hint of desolation.

After the two of them left, a deep, shadowy rift of The Void silently appeared.

Scarlett stepped slowly out of the fissure, coming to a halt before the now tightly sealed entrance of The Forbidden Land.

She stared at that thoroughly sealed gate, her gaze gradually firming.

During this period, she and Veridia had searched nearly every corner of the world, yet they still had not sensed the slightest trace of Aster Grant’s aura.

Only now did she truly understand the meaning of Lilith’s words—

Their Master might really have gone to another world.

And that was precisely why her elder sister had resolutely stepped into The Forbidden Land of the Ghost Race, insisting on pursuing that Otherworld.

Scarlett drew in a deep breath, as though expelling all hesitation and dependence with it.

"Sister... all this time, I’ve lived under your protection."

"By your side, I’ve never truly grown on my own."

"This time, you chose to step into The Forbidden Land—and I, too, refuse to hide beneath anyone’s wings any longer."

Her voice was solemn as a vow, echoing within the silent Void:

"I swear—on the day we reunite, the Scarlett you see will be someone entirely new!"

In this past stretch of time, the enemies Aster Grant faced had grown ever stronger, while she deeply felt that her own Power was gradually failing to keep pace with him.

She refused... to let things continue like this.

Scarlett suddenly lifted her head, fixing her gaze on a point in the heavens—

There, a faint yet familiar ripple of The Void still lingered.

Since both The Swarm and the Ghost Race could wield The Void.

Then by following this trace of Void aura to explore, she too would surely obtain Growth!

At the same time.

Elara Crimson had already arrived in Draconia.

Beyond their famed mastery of control and sealing, the Azurefox Clan possessed another trait renowned across the entire Otherworld.

That was their leadership!

The Azurefox Clan could command nearly ten thousand Races, relying precisely on their peerless leadership.

At this moment, Elara Crimson had been entrusted by Zane Drake with great responsibility—overseeing all affairs across Draconia.

"Elara, girl, I’m afraid we’re working you too hard!"

Zane Drake looked at the earnest Elara Crimson and couldn’t help but sigh.

But Elara Crimson shook her head slightly and replied softly:

"Not at all. Lord Aster Grant saved the Azurefox Clan, and Draconia has taken us in. It’s only right that I do my part!"

Yet the moment Aster Grant was mentioned, the atmosphere between the two fell silent once more.

After a long pause, Zane Drake took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the worry in his heart as he spoke comfortingly:

"Elara, girl, that brat Aster... there’s no way something would happen to him so easily."

"What we have to do now is seize the third Divine Pattern and quietly wait for his return!"

His gaze sharpened slightly as he looked toward the faintly visible pillar of light from the Sanctum in the distance, and he said in a low voice:

"Right now, the restrictions of the third Divine Realm have been activated, yet it still hasn’t opened. I’ve no idea why!"

"For now, all we can do is make more preparations!"

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