Chapter 100: Brother Shaya, Long Time No See (Third Update)
“You bastard, you dare to kill Riel!”
Goodrian’s furious voice exploded in the Palace of Oaths.
A colossal aura erupted in an instant, shattering all the doors and windows of the entire Palace of Oaths.
Myriad pieces of glass shards shattered, reflecting faint light spots.
For any transcendent force, a Titled expert was a genuine high-level, a true pillar.
Even with the Borgia Family’s might, the death of a Sixth Ring expert was a huge loss. Moreover, this was a head steward who had been loyal and diligent for decades.
But it was at this moment that everyone in the Palace of Oaths heard that cold female voice.
“A mere servant, daring to attack someone I favor, deserves death.”
“If I killed him, then I killed him.”
Accompanying Isadorella’s voice.
Everyone saw the glorious holy sword that appeared in the night sky.
It was not an illusory prototype; the Golden Sword, accompanied by roaring storms, revealed its实体. Myriad lights converged on the brilliant blade, illuminating the surrounding dim night sky.
Under the illumination of this intense and clear radiance, all the guests present could no longer speak.
That was the holy sword of the “King of Knights,” which had illuminated the dark and chaotic world deeper than night before the Holy Calendar.
Although their stances were now opposed, the vast majority of the guests at this dinner were citizens of the Freista Empire. In the distant past, their ancestors had gathered under the holy sword’s radiance to expand their territory.
“The former Emperor’s holy sword has recognized a new master again?”
Someone murmured, but after speaking, they didn’t know what else to say.
What was thought to be a simple marriage dinner had turned into something beyond everyone’s expectations.
First, the truth of Ceylon’s destruction was revealed, then a Titled Beast Tamer died…
Then, even the holy sword, which had been sealed in the royal family for hundreds of years, reappeared and recognized Second Princess Isadorella as its master.
Compared to this, the annulment of the Borgia Family’s engagement became the most trivial matter.
…
Above the night sky.
The target of the radiant holy sword was the old man who resembled a gardener.
Emerald green branches and flowers rose and fell around him, standing in opposition to Isadorella, who held the Golden Sword.
“I didn’t expect Your Highness to actually risk unleashing the holy sword’s true name for a mere Fourth Ring… .”
Goodrian’s sigh echoed in the night sky.
“However, Riel served the family loyally for decades. For the Borgia Family, he had merit even if he didn’t have achievements.”
“For the sake of reason and emotion, I must give my clansmen an explanation.”
“Therefore, Shaya Egut—”
“His life will end tonight.”
The next moment.
A crimson rose suddenly fell from the sky.
Then, it descended straight towards Shaya.
Without grand momentum or powerful energy fluctuations.
However, upon seeing the green humanoid figure wearing a crown within the rose, everyone understood its meaning.
That was a Legend.
No, it might not be accurate to call it a Legend, as it was not a Beast Tamer.
But a plant-type Familiar with the status of a Legend, equivalent to that of a Legend – the “Rose Emperor.”
To humans, Legend was a chasm.
The path to Legend was unrepeatable; the birth of every Legend was a unique miracle.
And for Familiars, the Legend Rank was also a chasm.
The Vast majority of Legendary Beast Tamers had Familiars that were merely Emperor Rank. Only by the combined amplification of seven Emperor-Rank Familiars could the Beast Tamer possess Legendary status and contend with Legend-Rank Familiars.
And at this moment, Goodrian Borgia, who was already a Legendary Beast Tamer, had secretly cultivated a Legend-Rank Rose Emperor.
Such a trump card was even more terrifying than the Borgia Family producing another Legendary Beast Tamer… Two Legendary Beast Tamers was simply an increase in numbers, but a Legendary Beast Tamer with a Legend-Rank Rose Emperor could achieve a greater than one plus one effect.
The holy sword in Isadorella’s hand glowed even more brilliantly, and clear radiance surged out, illuminating the darkness.
However, Goodrian also erupted, and green light surged, contending with the holy sword’s radiance.
“Give up, Your Highness. You haven’t taken that final step yet.”
“Even if you unleash the holy sword’s true name, this old servant can still block you at the risk of injury.”
Goodrian’s words were cold and indifferent: “You are fortunate, Your Highness.”
“This was originally a trump card prepared for you and that old undead in the royal family.”
“But it’s being used prematurely on that Fourth Ring ant.”
However, as his words were spoken.
On the face of the silver-haired princess opposite him, there was no sign of anger, disappointment, or anxiety as Goodrian had expected.
From Isadorella’s pair of crimson beautiful eyes, Goodrian clearly sensed—
A hint of pity.
…
The rose petals fell.
Beautiful, alluring, yet incredibly icy cold, extinguishing all vitality.
The moment the Legend-Rank Rose Emperor appeared, in everyone’s minds, Shaya was already a dead man.
Although only one rank apart, Titled and Legend were entirely different realms.
The former were still mortals, while the latter were in a truly non-human realm, even possessing the qualification to touch the divine.
Through mechanisms, transcendent items, traps, Alchemical Secret Medicines, attribute counters, and other means… it was not uncommon in the Western Continent to defeat stronger enemies by crossing one or even several major ranks.
After all, this was a real world, not a numerical game of level-based combat. People died when they were killed, even Titled Beast Tamers were no exception.
However, this did not include Legends.
Only Legends could contend with Legends; this was the iron rule of the transcendent world in the Western Continent.
And with Princess Isadorella, who possessed Legendary combat power, being delayed by Goodrian, and another royal Legend stationed in the palace, who could stop this Legend-Rank Rose Emperor here?
Watching the falling rose, many guests scattered, afraid of being affected by the aftermath of the Legend-Rank Familiar’s attack.
Only Aerora did not move, the radiance on her knight’s spear growing brighter.
She knew that her action was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and even if Rungoniumad inexplicably regained some strength, it would be useless.
But she still stood in front of Shaya, facing the desolate death intent.
Although Shaya always called Aerora his “pretty girl,” in her eyes, Shaya was not also the boy she depended on, the beloved she would protect at all costs.
So Aerora would always keep that promise, even if it cost her life.
“Hold on to me, Little Ai.”
Shaya’s soft telepathic voice sounded in her ear.
Although he had contacted Heiser in advance, with Shaya’s personality, he would not entrust the safety of himself and Little Ai entirely to Isadorella or the Legendary Bone Demon “Little Death” sent by his teacher.
Divine Dodge had only cost him fifteen Sands of Time, and the remaining Sands of Time were Shaya’s contingency plan.
A retreat that could ensure his safety even when facing a Legend.
Aerora did not answer, merely gently took Shaya’s hand.
However, just as Shaya was about to activate the life-saving item worth fifteen Sands of Time.
The next moment—
The world froze.
Whether it was the slowly descending Rose Emperor… or the onlookers, some surprised, some sighing, including many Titled Beast Tamers.
Everything was frozen in the solidified twilight.
The world fell silent.
Only in the center of the twilight world, a maiden wearing a knee-length dark dress remained.
She arrived bathed in twilight, her back to Shaya, her soft pure silver long hair falling over her shoulders.
Then she raised her head and gazed at the crowned green human figure in the void – the Legend-Rank Rose Emperor.
A clear voice echoed in the frozen world.
It was the language of the primeval era. Although he had never heard it, Shaya understood its meaning.
The word meant: “Death.”
The giant rose froze mid-air. The branches and leaves, originally full of vitality, gradually turned yellow, withered, and weathered in the twilight.
The solidified twilight shattered, and a gentle breeze blew.
The Legend-Rank Rose Emperor inexplicably turned into countless withered yellow powder and vanished into nothingness.
In the distant sky, Goodrian’s face suddenly turned ashen, and he spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood.
It was not an illusion or a deception. In an instant, he sensed that his seventh Soul Pact had shattered and could no longer be repaired.
But at this moment, Goodrian had no time to avenge his Familiar.
He just looked at the ground in horror, at the witch shrouded in twilight.
“Throne Rank!”
A sound of utter horror was uttered. It was the first time Goodrian had been so flustered tonight, but he couldn’t help it.
Legend was considered the highest rank achievable by humans, which was true.
However, the lifespan of Legendary experts was extremely long. How could there not be a difference between an old Legend who had accumulated for hundreds of years and a novice Legend?
That was a realm beyond ordinary imagination. Generally, people would believe that above Legend was the Path to Godhood, requiring the accumulation of Divinity, transforming oneself into a Mythical Creature, becoming a demigod, or even a false god, a true god…
But in this era of fading myths and severed paths to divinity, some still found a way to forge their own path in the dark ocean.
And only those who truly transcended ordinary Legends, the supreme beings, were qualified to be crowned kings—
Ascending to the Throne.
Goodrian had once attempted to break through the limit of the Throne after the Rose Emperor broke through to the Legend Rank and received a massive Soul Pact feedback.
Although he returned in defeat, he caught a glimpse of the scenery beyond the Throne’s limit.
That was why he resorted to all means to target and suppress the Second Princess and her forces, because he knew very well what the birth of a Throne-Rank Beast Tamer would mean if Isadorella truly took that final step.
That was a power comparable to that of a demigod. Each Throne was a supreme expert who suppressed an era…
But at this moment, he saw a genuine Throne-Rank Beast Tamer appear before him.
Without any further thought of luck, Goodrian’s figure suddenly became illusory, preparing to escape into the Astral Realm, not caring if Isadorella’s holy sword cut off an arm.
But Goodrian’s fluctuation in communicating with the Astral Realm seemed to attract the attention of the owner of the twilight world below.
Despite wearing a beautiful dress, the maiden now seemed like an empress descending upon the world. She casually raised her eyes, her pure silver eyes penetrating the world barrier of the distant realm and spotting Goodrian, who had already entered the Astral Realm.
The metallic voice spoke the ancient word again: “Death.”
Even across the world barrier separating the Astral Realm and the Prime Material Plane, the ancient Word of Power caused Goodrian’s mouth to overflow with blood again.
His Soul Pacts from the first to the sixth shattered simultaneously. His six peak Emperor-Rank Familiars had their lives silently stripped away in their slumber within the Soul Pact Space.
At the same time, Goodrian’s internal organs shattered. If not for all his seven Soul Pacts being plant-type Familiars that specifically strengthened his vitality, Goodrian would likely have died on the spot.
Goodrian dared not delay any further and quickly fled towards the depths of the Astral Realm.
The maiden, bathed in twilight, slightly extended her pale finger, about to do something, when suddenly her eyes moved, and she withdrew her gaze.
The world fell silent, leaving only the tapping sound of red high heels on the ground.
The mistress of twilight, who had effortlessly erased the life of a Legendary Familiar, walked with light and quick steps, like a young girl.
Then, she walked up to Shaya.
Only now did Shaya see the true face of this abruptly appearing maiden.
The turned-up hem of her knee-length dress spread out like layers of lotus leaves. She wore a small white round hat and red high heels.
Her pure silver long hair was pinned up, revealing a swan-like snow-white neck. The amethyst hairpin shone brightly under the twilight’s radiance.
Shaya was all too familiar with this attire… Not long ago, he had personally stabbed a girl dressed like this through and through.
Her silvery-blue beautiful eyes met with dark eyes.
A voice sounded in his ear. The last time Shaya heard this voice was on the cliff rocks of Grant Sea, when they sat around a bonfire eating grilled fish, chatting idly.
Although she later stopped speaking and they communicated by writing, Shaya still remembered the maiden’s initial voice.
The maiden’s voice was pleasant, like the ringing of wind chimes at night.
She was saying—
“Brother Shaya, long time no see.”
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