Translator: CinderTL
[Red String of Fate]
[You have been generously granted an invisible "safety rope" by the Goddess of Love, Shuni—a "light cable" of pure existential anchoring. It provides services including, but not limited to, the most basic monitoring of vital signs.]
[You can perceive the other party's location and distance as clearly as querying map coordinates, and monitor the waxing, waning, or extinguishing of their life fire in real-time, as if checking the heat of a barbecue in your own backyard.]
[This is undoubtedly a decent ability—provided you don't mind whether the lucky person on the other end might develop some reasonable misunderstandings about being a "perverted stalker" due to this "one-way transparent" intimate connection.]
[After all, when your world is forever lit by a "survival status indicator" pointing to a specific person and cannot be turned off, escape and privacy become luxuries.]
[Lady Shuni above, this is by no means a tangle of love threads, but that doesn't stop it from becoming a socially elegant disaster.]
"Red String of Fate?"
Staring at the description that had appeared before him, Roland frowned slightly.
He vaguely remembered hearing this name from Galvis, who said it was a unique ability bestowed upon him by his patron, the Goddess of Love, Shuni.
It was with this very strength that the bard had been able to confirm his location in the Mistland after the Howling Gorge incident.
However...
"The 'Demon Capital Gilles Incident' happened over half a year ago. Why is this trait only activating now? And..."
Roland raised a hand to press against his chest, confirming that the strange throbbing had completely subsided, while doubts swirled in his mind.
"This should be Galvis's unique blessing. Why is it appearing on my Job Panel? Could it be that simply by establishing this connection with me, he can share this ability?"
"Or is the effect of this connection limited to just him and me?"
Just as he was lost in thought, a faint buzzing suddenly reached his ears.
The sound was ethereal at first, as if echoing from the far end of a long corridor.
But soon, the static faded, and the words gradually became clear, finally coalescing into a complete sentence.
"Hey! Hey! Roland! Can you hear me?"
"Galvis?"
Though the voice was still somewhat muffled, that characteristic, slightly theatrical tone allowed Roland to immediately recognize the speaker.
"Oh! Praise the grace of Shuni! Her old lady's gift finally didn't fail at a critical moment..."
Hearing the response, Galvis, still in his cell, let out a long sigh of relief before continuing rapidly.
"Roland, where are you right now?"
In response to the question, Roland briefly recounted his recent experiences.
"Cool!"
Galvis whistled, then shook his head with regret.
"What a shame! I can't believe I missed out on such an epic adventure... Wait!"
The bard smacked his lips, suddenly realizing something.
"You said you... are Rudolph? The legendary hero Rudolph from my master's writings?"
"We'll talk about that later. Actually... never mind."
Roland shook his head gently, sighed, and then asked, "Why are you contacting me so suddenly, Galvis? Have you already reached Roaring Seaport?"
Having spent a long time in the sunless depths of the ley lines, Roland's sense of time had grown blurred.
But by his rough estimate, at least several months had passed.
It stood to reason that Avril and Galvis would have reached Roaring Seaport first.
"If only it were that simple! Listen, Roland, we're in big trouble!"
Galvis quickly retreated to the corner of the room, warily scanning his surroundings before lowering his voice to recount his experiences.
"The Council of Elders is already debating how to deal with Avril. Before long, your 'reliable' elven companion will likely be cast into an eternal cycle of reincarnation. However..."
He recalled the subtle tension between Avril and Tula, then continued, drawing on the information he possessed.
"Avril seems to have reached some kind of agreement with Tula. Though I don't know the specifics, she shouldn't be in immediate mortal danger. But if we delay too long..."
Though Galvis left the sentence unfinished, the implication was clear.
"I understand."
Roland took a deep breath and made his decision instantly.
Given his friendship and shared history with Avril, he was compelled—both by emotion and reason—to rescue his companion in peril.
Furthermore, Galvis's own situation was far from secure.
Though the bard hadn't stated it outright, Roland had already sensed the undercurrents of turmoil within the elven race from his fragmented accounts.
After all, Galvis was merely a bard unskilled in combat. If the situation truly deteriorated, his teacher—who was said to hold no influence within the clan—would likely be unable to protect him.
But before formulating a rescue plan, there was still one crucial question that needed to be resolved.
"Galvis, where exactly is Eversong Forest, the elven homeland you mentioned? How do I get there?"
Although Galvis rarely spoke of his homeland, Roland had gleaned some information from their past conversations.
The elven race had grown significantly weaker as the magic element faded from the world.
To defend against external threats, they had retreated deep into the boundless forests, erecting a powerful barrier around their perimeter and strictly forbidding outsiders from entering.
As a result, even those who knew the general location would lose their way within the barrier.
And if they were fortunate enough to break through, they would be met with the elves' merciless attacks.
This was why Roland hadn't accompanied Avril and Galvis when they returned to Eversong Forest.
"That's simple, Roland. While I can't describe Eversong Forest's exact location, there are entrances to it scattered throughout the world. The one closest to you is in..."
Galvis's voice suddenly grew faint and distorted, as if coming from a great distance. Finally, it vanished completely, leaving only a faint, static-like crackle.
Inside the cell.
"The nearest entrance is deep in the forest west of the Stone Kingdom. It's easy to find. Just look for—Roland? Roland? Damn it!"
Galvis cursed under his breath.
Just as he was trying to re-establish the connection, a gentle voice suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Galvis."
Tula had returned without him noticing, standing outside the cell door.
"The Council of Elders summons you."
A flawless smile curved the elf's lips.
"Please come with me."
"Tsk..."
Galvis narrowed his eyes, the flippant expression on his face completely vanishing.
Even the divine power granted by God can be interfered with... What kind of person is this guy?
After taking a deep breath, the bard nodded slightly.
"In that case, shouldn't you open the cell door?"
"Of course."
Tula waved his hand lightly, and the elf warrior beside him opened the door, escorting Galvis into the dark corridor.
The dungeon returned to its dead silence, with only the rhythmic sound of dripping water echoing against the stone walls in the distance.
(End of the Chapter)
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