Chapter 81 Prologue
A luxurious and soft carpet was laid on the glazed stone floor. A two-meter-tall floor-to-ceiling silver mirror, adorned with gold, reflected the magnificent scenery of the Duke’s daughter’s entire room.
Although her owner often left the room empty, the luxurious scene, decorated with embroidered brocade, carved paintings, and ornate decorations in the young girl’s boudoir, made one imagine the exquisite sight that would emerge when the peerlessly beautiful girl stood there. What kind of unparalleled poem would a fortunate bard compose to echo throughout the world.
A soft, bright gleam slightly crossed the gap of the window, touching the ancient longsword embedded with magic stones.
The edge of the sword was slender and beautiful, as pure and white as jade. Refined mithril was wrapped around to adorn the ancient hilt.
Suddenly, a jade-like slender hand of a young girl touched the metal hilt. As if synchronizing with her owner’s mood, the longsword hummed with a clear sound, but then quieted in her hand.
A gentle breeze touched the pale golden dawn light, letting the cast-gold, magnificent silk cascade down. The Duke’s daughter slightly raised her peerlessly beautiful face, casting a shadow over the entire scene carved from gold.
No matter how magnificent the brocade and jewels reflected in the firelight, nor the luxurious glow of gold and silver gems, they could not conceal her pure and flawless, noble radiance.
The young girl suddenly frowned, her beautiful brows knitting together. She stood up, her silky golden hair falling down, outlining the girl’s graceful figure within her dawn-kissed dress. The girl’s fingertips lightly touched the slender, pure white sword body, and the sensation from the sword stirred her heart.
“Fular?”
The Duke’s daughter’s clear and graceful voice gently sounded as she called out the name of her companion. The longsword held lightly in the girl’s hand also rippled with a sound like a jade spring. She was silent for a moment, then turned her peerlessly beautiful face, gazing at the city bathed in the light that spilled from the high window, as if immersed in a blood-red sun.
“Like what you see… Beneath the light, the scent of blood and darkness is surging. Why have they come… And what roles have they played?”
After a brief pause, the girl’s somewhat clear and cold voice reappeared in the quiet room. She seemed to be talking to herself, a thoughtful expression appearing between her exquisite, painting-like brows.
The longsword she lightly touched on its white surface faintly glowed with a soft light, as if responding to the girl’s inner thoughts.
“Miss Elishia, are you there?”
Suddenly, after a series of light knocks on the door, a familiar young man’s voice came. The girl was slightly startled. She carefully sheathed her personal sword “Fular” with her slender jade fingers and moved her lotus-like steps to open the door.
“Evic, it’s actually you… And you’re disguised like this. I never expected the teacher to let you come here too.”
“Actually, I arrived in your hometown several months before you, Aishi. Our assessment was no easier than yours. It’s just that I’ve been busy with the tasks assigned by the Bishop all these days, and that’s how I knew you were back?”
Seeing the young girl’s uncontrollable chuckle, the tall and handsome Temple Knight who had followed her into the room also smiled and shook his head. It was evident that he was very familiar with this young girl who held a prominent reputation in the kingdom.
Elishia looked at the knight before her. She knew his identity, and a thoughtful expression suddenly reappeared on her peerlessly beautiful face.
“But you’re looking for me now…”
Elishia was not foolish. After her initial slight surprise, she clearly understood the purpose of him revealing his identity.
“My business is nothing. It’s just the old man’s decision anyway. Since the Duke is not in Rubiel City now, the identity of that sword can help you suppress some unruly people.”
The Temple Knight smiled and shook his head, but his expression turned serious. The knight’s deep blue eyes gazed at the beautiful girl before him, and he suddenly spoke.
“Aishi, I think you must also know the danger Rubiel City is facing… I actually don’t want you to get involved in the struggles of those old fossils.”
Elishia was silent for a long time, then raised her peerlessly beautiful face and nodded.
“You are right… The people of blood also involve that legendary existence. However, since Father is not in Rubiel City, it is natural for me to bear this responsibility for him.”
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The cold moonlight permeated the frosted forest. The Wind Demon Wolf’s furious claw strikes, filled with intense panic, drew a fierce line across the silent night sky.
Although it had already been severely wounded by some unknown girl with a casual strike, the surge of power it unleashed in its desperate, unrestrained burst was still extremely terrifying!
A grey, old longsword appeared in the night sky. On its tattered blade, a faint trace of ancient historical charm could be seen. The black-haired young man’s eyes flickered with a faint glow. “End’s” longsword, carried by the cutting airflow, slashed horizontally.
In the next instant, the longsword and the sharp claws crossed paths again. A strong wind stirred up dust, and sparks bloomed with violent collision sounds in the dim view.
On a large rock not far from where the boy was entangled with the magic wolf, the girl with long golden hair waved her hand, and the golden blazing flames easily burned away a few specks of dust.
The girl’s slender fingers, like scallions, lightly brushed aside a lock of her temple hair blown by the wind, revealing her fair and beautiful cheek.
The girl swayed her delicate, slender feet in her exquisite dress, her pure white little boots sparkling. Her big eyes shone, and she suddenly raised her little fist and shouted encouragement.
“Ig, cheer up! This stupid wolf won’t last long. You can do it!”
Amidst the wolf’s howl, the sounds of swords and claws clashing intensified. Ig didn’t even have the strength to reply to the girl. His pupils were fixed on the black shadow before him. The clothes he wore were almost tattered strips, and bright red blood continuously seeped from his wounds.
Ig’s hands gripping the sword hilt began to tremble uncontrollably after several impacts. He panted heavily, and as he swung his sword to block the magic wolf’s charge, his knees couldn’t help but bend.
Although the magic wolf he faced was already heavily wounded, the full level difference in their strength made Ig face the threat of death within just a few exchanges!
At the same time, the magic wolf in the night let out a howl. It also realized that the wound casually cut by a girl was relentlessly eroding its vitality. Finally, it couldn’t help but go all out!
Countless black mists spread along its fur. The magic wolf’s pitch-black shadow turned into a black whirlwind. Its claws pressed against the ground, then lifted. The immense kinetic energy tore through the wind, the sound like shattered glass.
Ig, who had just been repelled by a furious claw strike, half-supported himself and saw the black magic wolf, which had arrived before him in an instant. A ray of light flickered in his pupils.
Talent: “Appraisal Eye”
In Ig’s eyes, the magic wolf’s movements seemed to stop, as if all time had frozen. From the sticky saliva on the magic wolf’s fangs, to the fierce and crazy red in its beastly eyes, even to every tiny villus on its thick black fur that swayed in the wind as it ran, everything was clearly visible.
At this moment, when the Wind Demon Wolf was making its final desperate attack, it did not take any defensive measures. It intended to kill Ig with a single blow through its rapid offensive.
“This is the moment!”
The black-haired young man stood up, suddenly shouting. He raised his sword, and on End’s blade, under the protection of a thin wave of Dou Qi, it shone like stars.
The sharp sword tip directly pierced the magic wolf’s soft abdomen. The Wind Demon Wolf let out a howl of pain. The huge kinetic energy of its dying body slammed into the boy beneath it, knocking Ig more than ten meters away before he heavily fell to the ground.
“Cough, cough…”
Ig propped himself up with his sword, barely standing up from the thick beastly blood. There was pain everywhere on his body. The magic wolf’s blow earlier had almost split him in half.
“As expected of the young man this young lady has her eyes on, Ig. Today’s practice is considered qualified!”
The girl’s voice was sweet and clear, as beautiful as music, but Ig couldn’t help but shudder violently. Trembling, he turned around and looked at the white-clothed girl who was jumping around happily.
“Young Lady, then today…”
“Do I even need to say? Of course, it’s further training!”
Verafia said as a matter of course. She ignored the boy’s despairing gaze and directly grabbed Ig’s blood-stained collar with her delicate, snow-white hand.
“No, Young Lady!”
The boy’s tragic howl echoed in the air.
