Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 674 - Silvermoon and Yellow Moon

“I’m sorry, I’m not skilled in the powers of time.”

“I see…”

Shard then remembered at the vampire god’s banquet, the deity had tempted Shard to not help the twin girls by mentioning that obtaining the powers of the three moons was more important to him than other powers:

“The power related to the Yellow Moon. Yes, it doesn’t need to be too strong, but it must directly tap into the essence of the Yellow Moon’s power.”

Miss Orland was indeed skilled in the powers of the Yellow Moon. The “Moonlight Greatsword” she displayed to Shard in the Forest of Thousand Trees had left a deep impression on him.

“This is simple, but you’re at a disadvantage.”

The half-elf witch reminded softly, and since she was right behind Shard, he could even feel the breeze on his ear when she spoke.

“At a disadvantage? No, my time is running short. What is your Sorcery called?”

Shard hastened his speech.

“‘Muddle,’ corresponding to the Yellow Moon’s own concepts of ‘guidance’ and ‘confusion.’ After casting the Sorcery, kiss the Moonstone Ring, and the faint glimmer on the ring will turn a sane person into a madman, but it can also make a madman become sane for a short while. Additionally, the Arcane Technique can confuse summoned entities that aren’t highly intelligent. I learned this with Teacher Feliana during an adventure at the Ancient Moon Worship Ruins, from a pillar of the ruins. It requires a Moonstone Ring as the Spellcasting Material.”

“Sounds good, and, my Arcane Technique also requires Moonstone as the Spellcasting Material.”

Shard whispered in admiration and then addressed the old man with the pointed hat in front of him:

“Deity, our first wish, please exchange the powers between this lady and me. The exchange involves ‘Moonlight Silence’ and ‘Muddle.'”

“This is simple.”

He pointed his long staff held in his left hand at the two of them. Instantly, a sensation as if their limbs were being torn from their bodies made Shard stagger and nearly fall.

“Outlander, you have touched a miracle.”

“Outlander, you have lost the Arcane Technique – Moonlight Silence.”

A transparent book of Holy Silver color flew out of Shard’s chest, and at the same time, a transparent book of Saffron hue also flew out from Miss Orland’s body.

Miss Becky Samuel, the witch of Zaras, supported Miss Orland, who had turned a bit pale, while the red-haired girl supported Shard from behind.

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The Holy Silver book and the Saffron book exchanged places in the air, one entering Shard’s chest and the other floating into Miss Orland’s body. At that moment, Shard felt as though he truly saw a yellow moon appear before his eyes.

He reached out to touch it, but only encountered a phantom.

“The Saffron Moon hangs high in the night sky. It may not have been there from the beginning, but at least now it is there, just like you and me.”

This description seemed not like when one received an “Arcane Technique” or “Sorcery.”

“You have touched the power of a Thirteenth Rank Witch who masters the power of the Yellow Moon. You have grasped an Ancient Miracle…”

“She” unexpectedly did not continue speaking, and behind Shard, the sound of the steam whistle and bell came together, echoing continuously in the eerily silent valley.

Steam, the scorching steam, spurted in all directions as if it was combating the surrounding cold environment. And within the thick white Steam Mist, the Circle Sorcerer’s Ring of Fate was fully revealed.

Miss Becky Samuel narrowed her eyes, while the girl with the Red Dragon Bloodline, Miss Fiona Drago, seemed a bit at a loss as the Steam Mist directly hit her.

The Ring of Fate was spinning at an abnormally fast speed, and underneath Shard’s feet, the pattern of the saffron-colored little book appeared on the ground. Soon after, the book opened, allowing Shard to stand within the open pages.

Miss Becky Samuel and Miss Fiona Drago immediately looked at Miss Orland’s feet, but there was nothing under her feet.

The Spiritual Light that represented the element of “miracle” kept transferring from the open book at their feet to the Ring of Fate. The golden, dazzling Brass Life Ring was attempting to enrich these elements and inscribe new Spirit Runes, but clearly, the power was not sufficient.

“Last time I couldn’t embrace you” (Chapter 382), “this time… feel the Yellow Moon.”

Miss Orland just like that, hugged Shard. Perhaps it was because of her Half-elf lineage; the scent of “Witch’s Scent” perfume on her, for a moment, made Shard think of vast forests and endless prairies.

Her whole being was glowing, that was the Glimmer representing the power of the Yellow Moon. And with her embrace around Shard, that Glimmer radiated onto him too, stimulating the massive Brass Life Ring to spin even faster.

The old man who had originally been sitting atop a pile of books had disappeared at some point, leaving behind only the quaint stone shrine. Zaras’s Witch and the Red Dragon girl both watched the two with reverence, as the golden staircase that represented the power of a Thirteenth Rank Witch appeared behind Miss Orland.

The two embraced in front of the campfire, the brass-colored ring growing larger as it spun, until it was the same size as the Thirteen Rank golden staircase. The brass ring and the golden staircase above the empty hall echoed each other, the Yellow Moon’s light enveloped the two, yet the other two Witches could still see that in the dazzling light, Miss Orland rested her head on Shard’s shoulder.

[You have gained the power of a Thirteenth Rank Witch who commands the power of the Yellow Moon, you now know Ancient Miracles.]

[The Saffron Moon guides the traveler, but trusting too much in the moon, one will fall into a bottomless abyss. This is a tale from ancient times, a warning about the mad moon.]

[Outlander, you have inscribed the Golden Miracle Spirit Rune – Yellow Moon.]

[Outlander, you have mastered the Arcane Technique – Muddle.]

With a loud bang, the blizzard outside was surprisingly blown into the hall by the violent wind. The goose-feather-like snowflakes swept towards the two in the moonlight, enveloping Shard like white fog.

The campfire dimmed a little, not regaining its brightness until the strange wind and snowflakes disappeared.

But now, Shard, who had been embraced by Miss Orland, had vanished, the Witch looked around forlornly as she let go, and the golden staircase behind her disappeared as well.

“Briony, how does it feel to embrace a man? Is it like embracing excrement?”

Miss Becky Samuel broke the brief silence, the blonde Witch just glanced at her and didn’t speak.

The three sat again by the campfire, only Miss Becky Samuel dared not sit beside the shrine on the pile of books anymore.

“Teacher, who exactly was that man just now?”

The young Witch still felt curious, and as she asked, the tip of her tail pointed upwards, showing the mood of its owner.

“He is… a friend from the past.”

Miss Orland spoke softly, looking at the campfire in front of her as if she saw the scenes from 22 years ago in the Forest of Thousand Trees:

“Silent Moonlight.”

She touched the ring on her finger, and a clear saffron-colored moon appeared above the campfire, even surrounded by a faint Star Ocean. Moonlight bathed the three Witches, and starlight illuminated the walls of the ruins on both sides, making all three sigh softly. Only behind this solid saffron moon seemed to hide the remnant shadow of a Silvermoon.

“The feeling of an embrace… wasn’t bad.”

Miss Orland whispered, her cheeks flushed either from emotion or the light of the fire before her.

“Teacher, is he really a man?”

Unable to suppress her curiosity, the girl with fiery red hair asked softly once more, her tail down, absent-mindedly tapping the ground with its tip.

“Well…”

The blonde Witch hugged her knees, her robe briefly revealing the brown lace-up boots beneath:

“At least Teacher Feliana believes so. From the past to the future, from the beginning of everything to the Ultimate Death, he is supposed to be the only man that Witches can ever touch.”