Aglaea quickly dressed and left.
Castorice stayed by the three little ones, not leaving their side for a single step.
She could do nothing else but bring death, so she could only pray for the three adults in her heart.
At this moment, Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon all had the same dream.
In the dream, they saw their hometown, their mother, themselves, and a Mysterious man—meanwhile, at the Temple of the Three Fates in Janusapolis.
Countless people gathered, awaiting the blessing ceremony.
This ceremony was presided over by the Grand Official, Damnatio.
Oliver stood in the crowd, dressed in the same attire as the locals.
Weaving a set of clothes with Path power was simply too easy.
"Everyone, please quiet down!"
A middle-aged woman stood before the main gate of the Temple of the Three Fates, shouting loudly.
In an instant, everyone fell silent.
"Today, we perform the Inheritance Ceremony here. The Saintess will listen to the Titan's prophecy and bring lasting peace to Janusapolis!"
"Everyone, please pray for the Saintess!"
As her voice fell, the believers clasped their hands, bowed their heads, and silently recited prayers.
Oliver heard a cacophony of sounds in his ears and couldn't help but raise a hand to dig at them.
It was a tingling sensation, like earwax being pushed back and forth.
All the believers bowed their heads in prayer.
Only Oliver looked up, observing his surroundings, searching for Tribios.
The Holy City was built against the mountains, surrounded by massive peaks.
Oliver looked up and saw a group of people standing on the cliff.
Ten Guards holding spears.
Two priests holding scriptures.
And a beautiful woman with long red hair.
"Saintess Mortis, please begin the ceremony!"
Damnatio shouted loudly.
The sound echoed off the surrounding mountain walls.
All the believers also looked up at the altar.
Mortis?
Hearing this name, Oliver paused, then found relevant information in his Remembrance.
According to the game text he read before transmigration: Mortis was Tribios's old mom, the former High Priestess and Oracle Saintess of Janusapolis. (As shown in the picture)
During a ceremony, she was designed by high-ranking political and religious officials to fall off a cliff, resulting in her death.
This event occurred in the year 3750 of the Amphoreus calendar.
"At this time, Tribios was still an eight-year-old child."
Oliver could only take things one step at a time.
After all, the system didn't specify any requirements for the script, so he could only improvise.
So, Oliver looked up and watched the red-haired beauty, surrounded by several people, walk onto the altar at the edge of the cliff.
Beside the altar.
"Saintess Mortis, please begin the ceremony as soon as possible."
The two priests urged.
The ten Guards behind them also moved closer, seemingly threatening someone.
Mortis calmly surveyed everyone, then glanced at the crowd gathered below the cliff.
She knew she wouldn't be returning today.
Everyone behind her were Damnatio's lackeys.
The high-ranking political and religious officials would never let her live, in order to completely control the power to deliver divine oracles.
And this ceremony was the opportune moment for her to die legitimately and legally.
"Tribios—"
Mortis softly murmured her daughter's name.
She wasn't afraid of death; she only worried about her daughter's safety.
Before leaving, she had already arranged for a trusted person to take her daughter and escape, hoping it would go smoothly.
As she thought, she walked onto the altar.
This altar was built on the edge of a cliff; even a slight mishap would cause one to lose balance and fall.
Just as she stood on the altar, preparing to communicate with the Titan, a man's voice came from behind her.
"Do you think we would let your daughter escape? Codex should be captured by now."
Upon hearing this, Mortis's heart trembled instantly!
Codex was the only acolyte she could trust at the moment.
She had previously asked Codex to take her daughter to escape through a secret passage.
Now that the other party had accurately revealed her backup plan, her daughter definitely wouldn't be able to escape.
"No! You are not allowed to harm her!"
Mortis's face changed drastically; she wanted to escape the altar. She couldn't die yet!
Just then, the altar shook.
In just two seconds, the altar shattered into several pieces and fell off the cliff.
Mortis, unable to escape in time, lost her balance and fell with the stones.
A cliff hundreds of meters high meant certain death upon falling.
Infinite despair instantly filled Mortis's entire being; unwillingness, anger, regret—negative emotions filled her mind.
At this moment, she was powerless, only able to accept the fate of falling to her death.
"I'm sorry, Tribios—"
At the entrance of the Temple of the Three Fates.
The believers, witnessing the Saintess fall from the cliff, couldn't help but scream: "Ah!!!"
Upon seeing this scene, Damnatio's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
City of Janus was built against the mountains, and incidents of falling from cliffs were not uncommon in its history.
Thus, Mortis's death would be an accident, and no one would be held responsible.
And she would completely control the power to deliver divine oracles.
As for the content of the divine oracle—that would be up to her.
Thinking this, the scenery in her eyes became even more beautiful; that rapidly falling figure was like a gift from the Titan.
Just then.
A black shadow swept up from the ground.
It shot up to a hundred meters in the air with a whoosh!
The moment the descending white figure collided with the ascending black figure, the two figures actually froze in mid-air!
Everyone looked closely.
It was an unfamiliar young man, holding the Saintess who had just fallen from the cliff in his arms.