Also I’m currently changing the privilege tiers. Since my update rate is low. 30 and 40 chaps is unachievable now. So I’ve removed those tiers and left it at 12 chaps. I haven’t increased the price. I just don’t want readers to pay for a tier I can’t fulfill on a monthly basis.
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So I’m quite surprised that I managed to write this long. Unlike my other stories which I gave up easily I seem to never run out for Aurianna’s. What’s more I’m barely halfway done lol. It’s crazy. Because most of the massive plots have yet to begin. Well hope you’d all continue reading and thank you all for the loyalty. I’ll try to update more often.
Also don’t be shy if you’d like to send this mademoiselle a castle. Would super appreciate it. It’s not necessary but it does boost my visibility on the platform.
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"So... would you maybe carry us there, Madam Carol?" Kiana asked hesitantly, clasping her hands together with a hopeful look.
Carol narrowed her sharp crimson eyes, an irritated twitch flashing across her face. "You want to carry a bunch of ants?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Madam Carol, please! They could literally die here without Aurianna’s mark!" Kiana blurted out, her voice rising in desperation.
Carol scoffed and crossed her arms. "And why should I care? The faster they die, the better. Aurianna surrounding herself with people will only bring her more problems in the future," she said sharply, her wings twitching with impatience.
"I doubt that, Lady Carol," Kiana replied steadily, keeping her voice calm despite the tremble in her knees. "They are all quite strong."
Carol’s cold gaze scanned the group of huddled figures. "These weaklings before my eyes?" she sneered. "They wouldn’t survive even a finger flick from . Are these considered strong in your world?"
Kiana lowered her head, her dread plain on her face. "No..." she admitted softly.
Carol clicked her tongue, her expression grim. "If the strong can’t get to Aurianna, they’ll target the ones around her instead. That’s a rule most know off."
"I understand that," Kiana said firmly. "But I believe in my master."
There was a long pause before Carol gave a dismissive snort. "Hmph. I guess I’ll consider your request," she said, flapping her wings once with a thundering crack.
"Bless you, Lady Carol!!" Kiana cried, imdiately dropping into a deep kowtow, her forehead pressed against the ground.
Carol tapped her clawed fingers against her arm, clearly unimpressed. "So then, how exactly am I supposed to carry all of you?" she asked.
Peter quickly stepped forward, pulling a massive cloth from his space ring. "We can use this," he said, keeping his voice steady. "It’s made for travel ergencies like this."
The others helped spread the heavy, rune-stitched cloth flat on the ground. Above them, a hovering long pole floated, magically suspending the fabric like a sling.
Without another word, Carol grabbed the pole with a single hand, lifting them all into the air as she shot off at a terrifying speed.
The wind roared around them, and the cloth stretched and snapped violently under the strain. Zorian, thinking quickly, conjured a barrier of swirling wind around them to shield everyone from the sheer force.
Still, they clung tightly to the cloth, the ground a blur far beneath them.
But after a few minutes of flight, Carol suddenly slowed down, her sharp gaze focused ahead.
"What... what the hell are those crystals?" Shuwi asked, her voice shaky with awe as they gazed upon the land before them.
Massive crystal jutted from the ground like spears, so as tall as mountains. Inside many of them, the frozen, twisted bodies of monsters could be seen, trapped mid-snarl, mid-scream.
Carol ascended higher, revealing the massive, glittering landscape of endless crystals.
"Heh... I’m so proud of my disciple Aurianna’s strength," Carol chuckled, her eyes gleaming.
But then her voice hardened: "Yet she’s using her powers recklessly."
"A-Aurianna made this?" Batholem stuttered, his mind struggling to process the scene below.
Carol gave a low laugh and flew faster, pushing the cloth to sway dangerously. The crystals below began to shift from clear to rainbow-colored, pulsing faintly as if alive.
"Yeah. This... this is her handiwork," Carol said. "But this is the first ti I’ve seen her go this far. She’s probably already entered her Regal state by now."
"But why?!" Carol barked, frustration flashing across her face. "Why the hell is she so angry?"
"Aurianna... is angry?" Kiana repeated, disbelief and worry lacing her voice.
Carol shot her a sharp glare. "Kiana, you should be able to tell. After all, you bear her mark, don’t you? Idiot."
"I’m not an idiot!" Kiana retorted, puffing up angrily despite the situation.
Carol let out a short, amused huff but said nothing.
"Fill in on what’s been happening, Quartz," Carol commanded, her voice firm and cold as she hovered high above the crystalized wasteland.
Suddenly a small figure revealed itself— a Quartz.
"Wait, what is this cutie?!" Elena squealed, instantly darting forward. She scooped the tiny creature into her arms and hugged it tightly, nuzzling it like an overexcited child.
Carol’s eye twitched in annoyance. "I was speaking to you, Quartz," she said coldly, her tone making the air itself grow heavier.
"Ah! Y-yes, Lady Carol!" the Quartz stamred, wriggling free from Elena’s grip to stand properly.
"I’m Penma! Quartz Penma!" she introduced herself.
Penma was small, barely the size of a loaf of bread, her body a shimring white crystal shaped like a tiny humanoid. She looked sowhat like a wingless fairy.
"Fill in on what’s been happening out there," Carol ordered again, her arms crossed, her patience thin.
"As you wish, Lady Carol!" Penma chirped energetically, though the nervous twitch in her voice betrayed her fear.
She floated and began to report, "The church, Page’s church, was attacked by a strange magic. It caused all forr church mbers, as well as Aurianna herself, to drop dead instantly. Even Aurianna struggled to use her revival abilities after that... but luckily, Lady Eva intervened just in ti and saved them."
Carol narrowed her eyes. "Hmm... I see," she murmured. "So that’s why Eva left Aurianna to find her own wings."
"It seems," Carol continued, "the opponents they’ll face out there are far stronger than Eva imagined."
"Serves that arrogant, cocky tal head," Carol scoffed.
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