Chapter 150. The Truth

"This is beautiful, Master!"

They had arrived at the top of Luir Mountain. It can be said that the view was fascinating, and that was at least a bit of a relief for whoever dared to climb it.

Tiring was the journey to the top, but satisfying. The magic that protected the temple had imposed a restriction on whoever wanted to enter the gates. No magic to climb up the mountain.

It must be on foot.

Poor Emma was left at the bottom of the mountain with only one bottle of water and the good luck cheering her Master, the old hag, gave her.

It seemed, that being an old ancient Healer came with many advantages, and one of them, a secret pass from the High Priest of the temple. It will give him the route for the magic entry to avoid the journey.

"It is indeed a beautiful sight, my dear Emma," they had stopped wearing the disguises as it was no point. The priest at the top could easily see their true forms even with the disguise on.

And, of course, Emma