Chapter 62: Uninvited Guest?
The joy of a fisherman reaches its peak here.
Xue Fei, with a beaming smile, swiftly collects lively big fish along the lakeshore, tossing them into the open **Storage Magic** with an unparalleled feeling of harvest!
Livra stands there in a daze, not knowing what exactly is happening.
Once Xue Fei clears the lakeside of the big fish like leaves blown away by autumn winds, she wipes a bead of sweat and returns to Livra, looking just like an excellent fishing girl.
“Ah… very good, Livra, you did well.”
“Really… Really? But Miss Shaya, I feel like my ability doesn’t seem useful at all…”
“Don’t be ridiculous! Why belittle yourself! I would call you the world’s strongest!”
“Strongest…! I understand now, Teacher Shaya! I won’t underestimate myself anymore!”
“Good! That’s the spirit!”
“But I still feel like my ability is completely useless!”
“You blockhead!”
Sob, Livra just feels like it’s no use at all.
She has known for a long time that she has the ability to communicate with small animals, but in actual combat, she can’t just command cute birds or little rabbits to charge at the enemy, can she?!
That’s not attacking; that’s delivering ingredients.
Livra thinks of small animals as friends… she wouldn’t let them die for nothing, and even if they did die, it wouldn’t have any attack effect…
Big fish: You’d better take a look at what you just thought and what you did.
Just by looking at Livra’s conflicted and lonely expression, Xue Fei can guess what she’s probably thinking.
Sigh, this is unavoidable; her living environment has determined her worldview.
Think about it, a princess of the kingdom, not from a family of generals, and her former magic teachers certainly wouldn’t be keen on exploring her potential; those teachers just want to get by.
For the nobility and royalty, learning magic is just for fun, and once they actually learn it, do you expect Her Highness the Princess to go to the front lines and fight to protect the kingdom?
This is the difference in values between demons and humans; demons value strength, and of course, the princess must lead.
As for the princess of the human race?
She should manage
State affairs, cultivate her character, and live a comfortable life in the palace, right?
Unfortunately, Livra does not want to accept this imposed idea.
She still wants to live as she wishes.
Thus, Xue Fei is not stingy in being her true enlightening teacher.
What they didn’t teach you, let me begrudgingly tell you~
“In my judgment, your ability should belong to a type of **Word Spirit Technique**, which is quite rare; even among demons, there aren’t many examples.”
“Word Spirit Technique?”
“On your side of the human race, there probably aren’t even many records… The Word Spirit Technique allows you to convey commands to living beings through your magic power, and the magic power of those commands acts like threads, while the living beings are like puppets, manipulating everything with words—that’s how Word Spirit users fight.”
“This… this is my first time hearing about it… but isn’t that dangerous? Manipulating living beings… If a Word Spirit user were to control humans with this magic, wouldn’t it be…!”
“Oh, I forgot to mention, this magic cannot control high-intelligence beings, like humans. This magic can only control small fish, birds, small cats, and small dogs.”
“Then isn’t that completely useless?!”
Livra has come to deeply understand that she might never find her way out.
However.
Xue Fei steps forward.
Raising her hand to lightly tap Livra on the forehead.
Her hand lifted halfway, Xue Fei furrows her brow.
“…Tsk, too high, can’t reach it. Lower your head.”
“Oh, okay… it hurts!”
I actively lowered my head to cooperate with you hitting me!
Without giving Livra time to reflect on her own foolish moments.
Xue Fei’s profound words have already emerged.
“Can’t use Word Spirit to control high-intelligence beings… But I never said this magic can’t work on high-tier magical beasts, oh?”
“!”
“So I told you from the start, don’t underestimate yourself; your potential is great.”
This world is not just filled with those cute little animals.
In the sparsely populated deserts, rainforests, snowy mountains, and even in magma, various powerful magical creatures reside.
Take the flying dragon, for example; it is one of the peaks of magical beasts in this world, and it’s said that an adult flying dragon can match five-winged demons or humans around the ninth stage.
They don’t form communities like the various races of the world but rather avoid these communities, living in remote areas almost isolated from the world.
Of course, that’s talking about high-tier magical creatures; low-tier magical creatures like slimes are found everywhere.
“They have intelligence, but strangely, the magic of Word Spirit users can affect them.”
Moreover, Livra, your potential goes beyond this.
Typically, a Word Spirit user can only control a few individuals at most; the “threads of magic” can’t maintain too many at once.
However, Xue Fei clearly remembers seeing dozens of birds circling around Livra just now.
And the big fish that just jumped out of the lake probably surpasses a hundred.
Livra might not know what this means, but Xue Fei is very clear.
“We’ll do it another day; one day I’ll bring you a three-headed lion monster to see if you really have this potential.”
“Three-headed lion monster…? Ah! Isn’t that the most terrifying and vicious magical beast in the western part of the Demon Territory? If I can’t do it… Miss Shaya will probably… help me a little, right?”
“Don’t harbor any notions of luck; didn’t you say you would rely entirely on yourself? If you can’t do it, you’ll be eaten~”
“How infuriating, just a few days in, and I already feel like I’m on the verge of death again.”
But…
I will do my best!
…………………………………
In the resplendent cathedral, colorful glass reflects each other, echoing sacred hymns.
The priest, firmly holding the scripture, hears footsteps from deep within the cathedral, consciously and cautiously merging the texts and respectfully turning to leave.
At the four corners of the magnificent cathedral, semi-crescent pure gold pendants sway without wind, producing crisp sounds like wind chimes that echo back.
And when the footsteps stop in the empty cathedral, all sounds vanish, and it instantly becomes silent.
Pope Gustana, holding a staff, stops at the center where the glass brilliance converges.
The gilded robe touches the ground like scattered thorns, as if humbling itself before the deities above.
The staff representing the authority of the Church State touches the ground in that moment.
Old Gustana opens his murky eyes, gazing up at the vault, and speaks softly.
“Philex is dead.”
If there were others around, they would simply think he was talking to himself.
But there are no others.
A glimmer of golden light, circling above the Holy See following his voice, flickers intermittently, as if mocking something.
“Ha… dead is dead; what can be done about it? I have said before, humanity is overly greedy and will ultimately reap what they sow. Gustana, didn’t you always think Philex was just a despicable person? Now that he’s dead, why do you feel a bit sorrowful?”
“Sorrowful? Heh, trifling old age; I probably haven’t felt such emotions for a long time.”
Gustana closes his eyes again, patiently listening to the sound of the wind rising and the path of the wind returning.
“His greed doomed his ending; Philex never believed in our teachings, drowning in endless desire, ultimately leading to his own demise. But his death will not delay the wheels of the world, nor shake the symphony of the world; it will still play as scheduled.”
“Hehehe… you actually have quite a lot of confidence, considering you just got beaten to a pitiful retreat by that little demon king on the battlefield?”
“That was merely due to my lack of ability. Sigh… the power of the demon king is far stronger than I imagined; this time was just a test; next time… it won’t end so hastily.”
Gustana tightens his grip on the staff.
The seven differently colored gems embedded in the staff still retain their original hues, swirling with ample magical power.
“And the experiment with the magic cannon also yielded results; thank you for teaching us how to condense magic power; otherwise, the design of the magic cannon would be impossible.”
“Forget it.”
“Uh…?”
Aimeres, swirling swiftly in the room, seems to disdain Gustana’s gratitude.
Moreover, she is not in a good mood.
“You didn’t even grasp the main point… although the demon king couple’s descendants are strong, where the real threat lies, have you truly not considered it?”
“Xue Fei·Halde.”
KLANG———
Accompanied by the surging golden light coming to an abrupt stop, the colorful glass begins to crack, as if the very space were fracturing.
Aimeres has stopped speaking.
As the golden light gradually fades, Gustana bows his head and makes his promise.
“Please rest assured… with the power you grant us, we fear no obstacles and will surely fulfill your long-held wishes, bringing the myths back to the world.”
“Someone’s coming.”
“Who?!”
A flash of anger flickers in the Pope’s eyes.
Again and again… there are always clueless folks intruding into the sacred domain of the divine!
Looking toward the tightly shut doors of the cathedral, he hears the heavy footsteps approaching from outside.
It seems there is an uninvited guest arriving.
