Sorcerer’s Handbook

Yolan Vesser was conceived in an Infant Incubator.

Her biological parents were ordinary people, but her maternal grandfather was a sorcerer. Thus, her mother received a good education from an early age, although she never excelled enough to step into the realm of sorcerers.

In the Tribulation Fire Temple, while the basic social unit of the family still existed, the closer one got to the Demi-God, the more devout their faith became, leaving less room for other emotions. Ordinary people who were only responsible for production labor could instead nurture genuine familial affection. However, nuns and knights, who were almost entirely devoted to the Demi-God, would leave their children to be cared for by the Temple, nearly severing the parent-child relationship.

Vesser’s mother, though an ordinary person, was highly educated and had a sorcerer for a father, so she smoothly took on the role of a nun in the Temple, which was the best treatment a mortal could receive. Her having Vesser had nothing to do with love; it was simply because her genes matched well with those of another knight. Thus, she handed over her genetic material to be nurtured by the Infant Incubator-she never met Vesser’s biological father.

Logically, she should have had no feelings for Vesser, but from the moment Vesser could understand, she saw her almost every day. She would only let Vesser call her by her name: Weina-tongue touching the lower palate, moving upwards, lightly touching the teeth on the third syllable, Weina.

This was the first phrase Vesser learned.

Yolan Vesser’s name was also given by Weina. In Vesser’s childhood, Weina would occasionally bring her food, sometimes take her out to play, but mostly introduce her to the world.

The knowledge enlightenment of the silver lantern saintess began with a bedtime story every night.

Little Vesser wasn’t fierce back then; on the contrary, she was a bit dazed. She wouldn’t speak up when bullied by other children, only hiding in a corner, crying pitifully. But the daftest moment was when Weina took her to the commercial center managed by the Temple. Weina picked out a beautiful outfit for her, and seeing that Vesser was already five, encouraged her to go into the fitting room alone to change.

After helping Vesser change, the little girl was still sniffling, tears streaming down her face. “S-sorry, I couldn’t find the, the hole…”

“Why are you apologizing?” Weina laughed. “Didn’t I teach you to find the sleeves first? Don’t rush next time, take your time.”

“I was afraid,” little Vesser lowered her head, “I was afraid you wouldn’t wait for me.”

Weina cupped Vesser’s face, wiping away her tears with her thumb.

“If I wasn’t going to wait for you, it wouldn’t matter how quickly you changed.” Weina ruffled Vesser’s hair and said to the confused girl, “If I’m waiting for you, I’ll be here even if it gets dark.”

“So, don’t rush. Take your time. I’ll wait for you.”

Clang! Swish! Clang!

In the ruins of the lower level, two figures moved as fast as lightning, their sword blades slicing through the air, and their Fist-Claws striking fiercely. They clashed multiple times within a second, like a storm facing thunder and fire, the battle so intense it seemed they wanted to kill each other!

However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that neither of these sanctuary sorcerers had activated their Sanctuaries. Despite the high-intensity fight, they hadn’t inflicted any new injuries on each other. Their movements were perfectly synchronized. Rather than acting, it was more like an alternative form of communication.

He’s waiting for me.

Vesser caught the long sword in mid-air, casually swinging it down in a thrust, only to have Ashe seize the opportunity to grab her wrist. She almost seemed to hand the sword hilt back to him.

He doesn’t even know the truth yet.

Vesser moved in close, grabbing his wrist with her left hand and pressing her right arm against his neck. This move was meant to suppress the enemy by applying pressure to the throat, but Vesser’s right arm merely brushed against Ashe’s throat, not causing any pressure, almost gently caressing.

She stared at Ashe with wide eyes, no longer hiding the smile in her eyes, her lips curling into a victorious grin. Even though Ashe remained expressionless, countering her attacks as if she were an enemy, Vesser wasn’t angry at all, continuing to play this fighting game with him.

In his eyes, I am still the Silver Lantern, a murderer, a villain, and a cunning adversary. We still have irreconcilable differences, and his companions are still relentlessly pursuing me.

But he is still willing to wait for me.

He doesn’t even know what he’s waiting for.

Compared to Ashe understanding and supporting her after knowing the truth, this moment made Vesser even happier. The grievances and bitterness she felt earlier vanished, leaving only sweet bubbles bursting in her heart, turning into a rain of fireworks.

Vesser knew Ashe’s character well. Although it had nothing to do with virtues like integrity, honesty, or perseverance, he genuinely despised evil. He was the type to feel guilty for a long time after doing even a small bad deed.

It was only in the closed environment of the Divine Fire Trial and under the threat of the Circle Cicada’s death crisis that they could coexist peacefully. Even then, it was only when they were on the brink of death that he would set aside their grudges and principles to comfort her. But at that time, it was probably more out of pity and sympathy.

That’s why Vesser was so happy.

She realized she wasn’t alone. Someone would wait for her even after dark. She never hid the fact that she was a bad woman, so what she loved most was making the person she liked willing to break their principles for her, even if it was just out of the bond of Shared Life.

Vesser was now content and didn’t want to stubbornly hide the truth anymore. She knew that if she confessed, Ashe would definitely stop and listen to her defense. Then, finding the last piece of the puzzle, Ashe would understand her, support her, and even regret wronging her.

Vesser had been a bit angry earlier, but now all her anger had dissipated. However, she wasn’t in a hurry. This battle, which felt like a game, held special meaning for her. She wanted to enjoy this unique tenderness between them a little longer-

Crack.

Maybe it was her wandering thoughts, maybe it was her physical exhaustion, but more likely, it was her relaxation-Vesser’s heel stepped on a stone, causing her to lose balance and almost fall.

At the same time, a sharp sword blade sliced through the air, aiming for her throat.

But Vesser wasn’t worried at all. She even turned to look at Ashe, hoping to see a panicked expression on his face-

Sss.

Silver blood droplets scattered in the air, frozen in time.

Vesser spread her Twin Wings, retreating rapidly like a diving bird, narrowly avoiding the sword blade. Although the sword had slowed down at the last moment, it still grazed her throat.

But Vesser didn’t care about the small wound. She stared blankly at Ashe’s expression.

She saw Ashe biting his lip, his right hand gripping the long sword tightly, veins bulging, his face contorted, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, guilt-these conflicting negative emotions swirling and merging, forming a rusty, jagged dagger. But Ashe didn’t aim the dagger at her; he aimed it at himself, tearing open his chest, ripping through his flesh, and sawing through his bones.

She wasn’t the only one hurt.

She wasn’t the only one in pain.

She was happy because Ashe was willing to break his principles for her.

But this was also the source of Ashe’s torment.

Suddenly, the voice and wind of the necromancer came from above: “Ashe, let me help you!”

“Okay.”

Ashe replied with just one word, then continued to swing his sword.

But this time, it wasn’t the gentleness Vesser was familiar with.