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Chapter 119: The Ancient God’s Lullaby

The girl sat prettily on the smooth round stone by the lake, her silver-gray hair was so long that it nearly covered her entire bare back, even trailing onto the ground, resembling a shimmering silver light in the water. Her plump white legs gently stirred in the lake, the reflected March silhouette swaying from side to side.

She had her back to Miss Vilyric, who emerged from the dense forest, slowing her steps as she reached the area of the forest lake, quietly observing while slowly approaching her.

“Splash ~ Splash ~”

As the girl made a casual movement, ripples danced on the silver lake surface under the moonlight, and the tranquil night seemed to turn into a meticulously laid out exclusive sanctuary at that moment.

Thus, she joyfully splashed in the water with her snowy white feet, raising her head to gaze at the bright, flawless three-wheeled silver moon in the sky tonight, singing a delicate tune.

“Hmm Hmm ~ Hmm Hm ~~”

“A thousand years ~ Too long ~ Ultimately just a dream ~”

“Blossoms in full bloom, parting sorrows and pains ~”

“Nobody knows, nobody understands, joyful songs in the ears ~”

“Who then knows, who then understands, my heart is lonely ~”

“On a moonless night ~ How many dreams unable to reach their limits ~”

“A thousand words, ten thousand phrases ~ Cannot describe the distance ~”

“Woe ~ Time ~ Coming to your side ~”

“Memories ~ Revolving ~ Returning to those years ~”

“Hmm Hmm Hmm ~ Hmm Hmm Hmm ~ Hmm ~ Hm ~”

“When we meet again, which year will it be ~”

When Vilyric reached the girl’s side, she remained with her eyes closed, softly humming that melancholy yet melodious tune. The black-haired girl did not disturb her; she simply sat down, also removed her short boots, dipping her snowy white feet into the clear lake water, feeling the icy touch on her skin, waiting quietly.

At some point, the crisp sounds lingering in her ears gradually faded. Vilyric opened her eyes, meeting a pair of gem-like pure black eyes.

And then, the priestess smiled.

“Noviya Moonshadow?”

The other party tilted her head in curiosity but did not respond verbally.

To be honest, this reaction was somewhat unexpected for Vilyric, so she pondered for a moment and repeated.

“Are you Noviya?”

“Lee Si Luo Wei Ya?”

Who would have thought, the silver-gray long-haired girl simply tilted her head innocently and parroted back the original phrase.

“?”

Wait, this reaction… Does this child not understand what she’s saying?

Impossible. Not to mention that this girl had just been actively singing, Vilyric was quite sure she was wearing a translation tool. If she couldn’t understand this, it meant the girl fundamentally lacked the ability to communicate.

Maybe she was as unintelligent as a magical beast, or perhaps she hadn’t yet mastered even the most basic mother tongue, still just a youngling not yet grasping the concept of language.

The silver March light shone on the girl’s smooth and bare skin, reflecting a mysterious alluring sheen, her thighs, arms, and even some key areas were fully visible.

Vilyric observed carefully for a while, only to discover that this mysterious girl was even younger than she had imagined; it was just her long hair that made her look less obvious due to the moonlight’s refraction.

Although the lower part of her ivory-white legs was submerged in the lake, her overall height was unlikely to exceed 1.4 meters. The chest, half-covered by her long hair, was remarkably flat, lacking any curves, resembling a child not yet grown, looking at most like Mona.

The girl’s skin was smooth and delicate. Although her long, absurdly silver-gray hair did not give an overwhelming sense of exposure, if viewed from the front, or rather from Vilyric’s angle in close proximity, numerous inappropriate glimpses were still noticeable.

Shifting her gaze slightly, the priestess took a thick cloak without special effects from her backpack to drape over her, ensuring that at least some privacy was preserved, before speaking again at the slowest pace possible.

“Can you understand me when I speak like this now? If you can, just nod.”

“?”

The negotiation was not going smoothly; the mysterious girl continued to tilt her head in confusion.

Strange…

Why can she sing and hum the lyrics but can’t understand normal conversation?

If she really is Noviya, given that she’s said to have just been born not long ago, it’s reasonable for her not to have encountered language education yet. Which leads to…

Could there be something wrong with that song itself?

I remember the content was…

“A thousand years too long, merely a dream… Huh?”

Just as I attempted to recite it, before the mysterious girl could react, Vilyric furrowed her brow, sensing something amiss.

No, this song really is strange.

Thanks to the translation tool, the priestess could easily comprehend any language of various races here, but understanding and repeating were completely different matters.

Originally, Vilyric planned to try reciting in the United Kingdom Language, which she was already familiar with, but the words inexplicably morphed into another entirely different language as they reached her lips.

This feeling was peculiar, but indeed, if Vilyric hadn’t heard wrongly, the few words that had slipped out mindlessly were almost identical to those sung by Noviya, as though her mind naturally memorized that original sound after hearing it.

And the similar pronunciations were not part of the common languages used by the human race, or the United Kingdom Language, nor were they usual among magical beasts or major languages, but some ancient and solemn unknown tongue steeped in rich temporal sedimentation.

But Vilyric had seen this language before.

That’s right, there’s no mistake; this is the mysterious script inscribed on the stone slabs in the spiritual chamber guarded by the Brown Bird Tribe on Omoland.

Naturally, she could see, naturally, she could read, naturally, she could recite it; it’s astonishing, but it indeed happened to Vilyric.

Although Xi Fu Lin was also unclear about who left the spiritual chamber and spiritual shrine there, Vilyric had already identified its kind through reciting the words from memory to this once Earth Mother Goddess, now the Life Goddess, her friend.

【Gunierr Language】, also known as the Ancient Divine Language, is known as the oldest language in the world, representing status and majesty in mythological times. Only true gods can use it, while mortals typically encounter it only on divine decrees.

No divine being strictly forbids mortals from using it, but one must understand that written language itself is a materialization of spirit and will; the creation of Gunierr predates even the gods, stemming from an almost unknown past, akin to the language created and left behind by the world itself, containing a higher degree of being that neither writing nor reading is easily borne by ordinary beings.

The authority of divine decrees embodies power and invokes awe among mortals partly because of the text they use.

Perhaps therefore, Vilyric, now of the divine race, could intuitively read the ancient Gunierr inscriptions on the stone slab, as in a certain sense, it cannot truly be categorized within the concept of 【language】.

Looking again at the silver-gray long-haired girl, who seemed to be blissfully ignorant and unafraid while curiously playing with the black cloak, Vilyric suppressed her astonishment, reached out, and affixed a small translation device to her ear, adjusting a few settings on her end.

The principles of the translation tool are quite strange. Initially, in the game, it merely recorded all potentially used languages in the database and conducted instant translation.

But in this world, even though Vilyric was unsure why this thing had become so peculiar, it seemed more like transforming languages into a mental idea that both parties could understand, creating an illusion as if they were communicating in their most proficient mother tongue.

In simpler terms, it’s like brainwave communication; if one intends to discern, it’s indeed possible to hear the differences in language, for the sound waves themselves weren’t changed.

Generally, as long as either party wears a translation tool, smooth communication can be achieved, but in cases like this, where the other party doesn’t even speak or lacks a linguistic “label” and “understanding” of their surroundings, a more direct method of communication is necessary.

Connecting the two translation devices “together,” they achieve a kind of mental communion similar to the one Vilyric had with Xi Fu Lin back then.

The girl looked dim-witted and didn’t resist, allowing the priestess to attach the ambiguous object to the side of her head. She then curiously reached up to touch the cool sensation of the thin layer sticking behind her ear, tilting her head in curiosity at the beautiful and sacred black-haired girl in front of her.

“This is a small tool that can help you understand what I’m saying. Now, can you understand what I mean? If you understand, nod your head.”

Listening to Vilyric’s patient explanation, the mysterious girl suddenly froze, her fragile little face displaying a “Wow!” of surprise, then like a little chick pecking at grain, she quickly nodded repeatedly, making her look adorable enough to want to scoop her up and take a big whiff.

Good… It seems to be working.

If this didn’t work, Vilyric honestly wouldn’t know how to communicate with the other party.