Chapter 242 Chapter 36 Hand of the Storm
Hearing the voice of the knight in white armor, Lang En was stunned. Following the knight’s gaze, he looked at the black-haired young man among the beautiful girls behind them.
Lang En did believe that Verafia and the other girls were all from extraordinary backgrounds. However, he had spoken with the young man named Ig among them, and their conversation had been pleasant. Yet, he had never considered how significant his background might be.
The knight in white armor walked to the young man’s side, looked at his face, and compared it with his memory. Then, he placed his right hand on his chest armor and performed a standard knight’s salute: “May I ask, are you the son of Marquis Mays, Young Master Ig?”
Ig, however, had not expected to be recognized. He took a step forward: “It is I. May I ask, Lord Omis, what business do you have with me?”
“It is not me. Lord Edgeworth wishes to see you.”
The voice of the knight in white armor astonished Bra and the members of the Lion’s Pursuit Adventuring Party, who all turned to look at the black-haired young man. Among the several girls, however, Fran’s eyes, exquisite as rubies, suddenly rippled, and her slender, fair wrist under the silk sleeve of her lotus-leaf-edged dress couldn’t help but tremble.
Like Ophi and Ain, Fran had seen powerful Saint Rank individuals before. However, her identity as a member of the Blood Race, unlike that of the Dragon Clan or Elf Clan, was something Fran had always needed to conceal…
Suddenly, the girl’s small hand was clasped tightly by a delicate, jade-like hand. Fran looked up and saw Verafia appear beside her: “Elder Sister?”
Verafia gave her a gentle smile and said, “Little Fran will be fine.”
Ig also noticed Fran and asked the knight, “Lord Omis, may I ask if Lord Edgeworth wishes to see only me?”
“Lord Edgeworth did not explicitly say, but to be safe, perhaps Young Master Ig should go with his friends.”
The knight in white armor replied. Although he still used a respectful address, his tone was firm, allowing no room for refusal.
Omis did not attach much importance to the Marquis’s son before him. In fact, he had heard of the “notoriously infamous” useless young master of the Landishlofen family. The knight in white armor’s residual respect for Ig was entirely due to Marquis Mays and Edgeworth of the “Hand of the Storm.”
Ig’s gaze fell on Verafia. The young lady blinked her golden eyes, took Fran’s hand, and walked to the front. She turned back and smiled, “Let’s go. I’m also curious about what kind of person Edgeworth of the ‘Hand of the Storm’ is.”
After speaking, Verafia didn’t forget to wave goodbye to Bra.
The knight in white armor held his sword and cleared the path: “Young Master Ig, please.”
Verafia and the others followed Knight Omis towards the center of the camp. Along the way, although many adventurers were still amazed by Verafia and the other girls, no one dared to approach and inquire directly.
Edgeworth of the “Hand of the Storm” resided in the very center of the camp. Although it was only a temporary stay, the Saint Rank mage still manipulated powerful magic to condense elements and create an ancient, towering mage tower.
Following behind the knight, Verafia’s golden eyes scanned her surroundings.
Around the mage tower, in addition to many knights in armor similar to Omis, there were quite a few alchemically manufactured magical guards whose emitted magical aura exuded extreme danger.
The knight in white armor said to Ig, “Lord Edgeworth is waiting in the tower. Young Master Ig, please follow me.”
Ig nodded and, while following the knight, glanced at the girls beside him.
Verafia still appeared indifferent, her large eyes curiously looking around, seeming like a curious young lady who had secretly run out of home to visit the mage tower.
Ig couldn’t help but shake his head and smile. Meeting a Saint Rank was a momentous event for ordinary people, but for this Miss Phoenix, rumored to have a guardian dragon as an immortal existence, what was it?
However, looking at the girl’s demeanor, Ig’s mood relaxed a little. He followed the knight and ascended the mage tower.
“Lord Edgeworth, Young Master Ig has arrived.”
The knight in white armor brought Ig and the others to the top of the high tower. Placing his hand on the knight’s sword at his waist, he respectfully addressed the tall figure in a dark blue mage robe standing at the edge of the tower.
The tall mage figure turned around, the edges of his robe swaying. There was no surge of magic, but Verafia could clearly sense subtle yet profound and exquisite fluctuations rapidly extending into the air.
Edgeworth of the “Hand of the Storm” wore a robe with no ornate decorations, only a few simple lines etched into it, which seemed as profound as magic runes. Although the Grand Mage appeared to be only middle-aged, his hair and beard were as white as snow.
“This person’s magic… is so strong.”
Verafia’s gaze focused on the Archmage. To her, the most undeniable aspect of the “Hand of the Storm” was the terrifying fluctuation of magic within his body, like a vastly surging sea.
Even among all the Saint Rank mages Verafia had seen in her past life, the magic possessed by Edgeworth of the “Hand of the Storm” was considered formidable.
Edgeworth’s gaze swept over the girls and suddenly paused on Verafia. Verafia felt a slight pressure on her slender shoulder, but she raised her golden-flame-burning pupils and met the Grand Mage’s gaze.
Since her rebirth, apart from Fernos, Dylan, and Oran, the “Hand of the Storm” before her was the first Saint Rank expert Verafia had truly faced.
Even though Verafia had appeared relaxed before, her heart couldn’t help but tighten for a moment, and her delicate, jade-like slender fingers gently clasped in her palm.
“Interesting.”
Edgeworth murmured, shifting his gaze from the girl. He waved for the guiding knight in white armor to step aside, and then said to Ig:
“You are a descendant of Lord Eggesti. Ig, I have seen you before.”
A Saint Rank mage has seen me… but I have no memory of it?
Ig muttered to himself. However, judging by the Grand Mage’s address to his father, he likely bore no ill will. Thus, Ig said:
“I am honored by Lord Edgeworth’s favor. However, I wonder why you have summoned me, Senior?”
Edgeworth said, “Ig, you need not be alarmed. I merely chanced upon your trace and had Omis bring you here. However, I believe you also know that this place was once the domain of the Black-winged Monarch, who perished under the King’s Sacred Sword during the Demon Race War a hundred years ago.”
The Grand Mage paused, his gaze falling on the young man:
“Ig, have you come to this domain to seek the power of the Black-winged Monarch?”
