Chapter 955: The Envoy of the Human King
"Boom!"
Amid the scorching heat waves, without the Fairy Knights to hold the line, the Queen's soldiers were no match for Mash and the others. They were easily breached, and the back gate was successfully opened.
The refugees surged toward the back gate, pushing and shoving, with no time to argue. Everyone tacitly prioritized escape.
Soon, marked by the sage Grim's seal on the back gate to block the Queen's army, the surviving refugees of Sheffield successfully fled the battlefield and entered the distant plains.
"The city... has ended up like this..."
Witnessing the once-beautiful city consumed by flames, Mash, who was covering the rear, couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow.
"Don't be too upset. I know you're feeling down, but the priority now is to settle these refugees."
Sage Grim approached her side, the firelight reflecting on his face, making him appear exceptionally calm.
"They trusted you enough to escape with you, so at the very least, we need to find them a safe place."
"Don't be so unreasonable, Grim! Mash has amnesia—how could she possibly find such a perfect spot?"
Habertrot, carrying her spinning wheel, joined the two and sharply elbowed Grim in the side.
"Staying in a state of amnesia isn't a good thing, you know."
Just then, an unfamiliar figure appeared before the three of them.
"Who's there?!"
Habertrot jolted and immediately raised her spinning wheel defensively.
"Calm down, Trotrot. He's your savior. If he hadn't held off the two most troublesome Fairy Knights, we wouldn't have escaped so easily!"
Grim stopped her, a lighthearted smile spreading across his face.
"How about taking off your hood? It's hard to build trust like this, Envoy of the Human King."
"The same could be said for you."
The cloaked figure didn't hesitate, naturally removing his hood to reveal a face so bewitching it could make fairies question their existence. Mash stared blankly for a moment, while Habertrot wore an "oh, it's you" expression.
"Why don't you take off your hood too? I'd like to know which side you're an envoy for."
"Gladly!"
Grim complied, removing his white hood to reveal the face of a Celtic hunk.
"My name in Pan-Human History is Cú Chulainn, but over here, just call me Grim. I bear the mission of the God of Wisdom—using my other name would lower my Spirit Origin output."
"God of Wisdom? Which one?"
"Uh... the great god of Norse mythology."
"Ah, you mean Odin?"
Eiji suddenly understood, unable to hide a look of disdain.
"If it's Odin, just say Odin. Why call him the God of Wisdom? There are plenty of gods of wisdom across different myths."
"When you say Cú Chulainn, it's Celtic mythology, and there aren't many gods of wisdom in Celtic mythology, right?"
"What about Freya?"
"Never mind."
Grim waved his hand irritably, looking utterly exasperated.
If I just blurt out the name outright, doesn't that make me seem low-class?
Usually, you call them the God of Such-and-Such—doesn't that sound way cooler?
Grim possessed an extraordinary divinity that Eiji could perceive clearly. By now, Eiji had encountered numerous deities, and it seemed likely Grim carried divine power bestowed by Odin—perhaps even stitched with fragments of Odin himself.
Regardless, this was undoubtedly good news for Pan-Human History, as he would be a powerful ally.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Eiji, also from Pan-Human History."
Eiji turned to Mash and formally introduced himself for the first time.
"Um, well... I'm Mash Kyrielight... As for whether I'm from Pan-Human History, I..."
Mash instinctively bowed to Eiji, then wore a troubled expression.
"It's fine. I understand your current state."
Eiji shook his head, soothing the unease in the young eggplant's heart.
"But you've had enough time to relax, haven't you? There's no room left for you to remain idle any longer."
"Hey."
Grim shot a disapproving look his way.
"Everyone has responsibilities they must face. Escaping for a little while won't solve anything."
Instead of backing down, Eiji glared back at Grim, his tone turning cold and stern.
"If you have time to spare, why not check if this guy can still be saved!"
Eiji snapped his fingers.
A golden light sword descended slowly from the sky, gently placing the long-unconscious Boggett on the grass before dissipating into nothingness.
"Alright, you have a point!"
Grim reluctantly stepped forward to examine Boggett's condition.
"This guy's a strict disciplinarian... reminds me of my master."
Habetrot fell silent for a moment, casting a sorrowful glance at Mash before moving to assist in treating Boggett.
"Look at Sheffield over there. What do you see?"
Eiji pointed toward distant Sheffield, gradually crumbling into ruins amid the flames of war, and challenged the dazed Mash.
"...War, perhaps?"
"It's destruction."
Eiji corrected her, his voice sharp and cold.
"If you keep running away like this, Pan-Human History will eventually meet the same fate!"
Mash trembled slightly.
Yes.
She had brushed against deep memories multiple times before, but each time, without exception, she had retreated at the brink.
The reason her memories hadn't returned wasn't due to some powerful curse of mist—it was because she was instinctively avoiding something!
Perhaps it was herself, perhaps the enemy, perhaps unrelated innocent beings... She knew that once she remembered the past, more sacrifices would inevitably appear before her eyes!
Her past must have led to countless sacrifices!
She had always known she couldn't keep escaping. Yet no matter how much she admonished herself, the barrier in her heart remained unyielding, impossible to overcome.
And now, immense sacrifice had appeared before her once more.
Sheffield had been destroyed by the Queen's army.
Next, it would be Pan-Human History's turn—or so this person claimed.
That must never happen!
Parting the lingering veils, delving into the deepest recesses of her heart, she found an unwavering resolve—a determination that Pan-Human History must never fall to such a fate, no matter what!
"As for your reason to fight, you'll have to overcome that yourself. What matters most now is that far ahead in this British Lostbelt, someone is waiting for you—your most important senior, after all."
That phrase acted like a chemical reaction, instantly shattering all the haze within her heart.
The mirror of her soul was smashed to pieces in the blink of an eye.
"That's right—up ahead, my senior is waiting for me!"
Mash's eyes quickly regained their clarity, her gaze becoming resolute beyond measure.
"I must protect Proper Human History—because this is a world that so many people, the Doctor, and even Da Vinci… fought and sacrificed to preserve!"