Chapter 285: Setting Little Goals (2/2)

“True.” Jessica nodded, thinking the same thing and smiled sweetly.

With almost everyone in the Unnamed Town being a believer of the God of Games, how suicidal were they for them to think about making a move on the Saintess…

“Is it just me or something stinks?” Sefarim, who had continued eating away while they talked had suddenly frowned.

However, both Edward and Jessica her complaints ignored her.

“By the way, is your training with the wood elves complete?” Edward asked again, suddenly remembering that Jessica didn’t answer him the first time.

“Yeah. I can’t fully control Sefarim’s power yet, but I could at least fight normally.” Jessica said excitedly. “I can return to the party now!”

“Welcome back, party member Jessica!”

“Thank you, party member Edward!”

The two roleplayed an exchange before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t sell yourself short. Even if you can’t use me at full strength, your mastery over me is still amongst the top three!” Sefarim interrupted then, killing the mood.

“So there had been two who could unleash your full power before?” Edward asked, curious.

“No, none could use me at my full power before!” The greatest treasure of the elves declared cheekily then, even puffing her nonexistent chest. “That’s right. I’m that powerful!”

Edward appeared bemused, and the look on his face probably said ‘so she’s just boasting, forget it then’ if described in words.

“Ah, that look! You’re doubting me!” Sefarim complained indignantly, sharply noticing the funny look on Edward’s face.

“There’s butter on your nose,” Edward responded calmly.

In response, Sefarim buried her head in Jessica’s chest-which-wasn’t-any-better and rubbed it firmly, cleaning it and leaving Jessica between laughter and tears.

“This was quite expensive…”

“Never mind. I’ll have the elves give you a new one!”

“But I can’t really appreciate clothing weaved out of nothing but leaves…”

“I’m interested. Please give her one.”

“Edward?!”

“Anyway, Jessica has read the archive records about me in the Moon Pavilion, yes?” Sefarim asked Edward, skipping the conversation about clothing. “I was already born unto this world thirty-eight hundred years ago by the High Elves, one of the first eight. My personal history is even longer than the wood elves!”

“Eh… Was there such records?” Jessica looked stunned.

Edward promptly made a face that say ‘you-are-boasting-after-all’.

“Damn it! To think that I was created for… created for…”

Suddenly, Sefarim looked blank and frowned, repeating the words ‘created for’ just like a broken recorded before looking up in confusion at Edward. “Why was I created again?”

‘How the heck would I know?’ Edward retorted inwardly. ‘I’m not even a sperm thirty-eight hundred years ago!’

Still, he couldn’t bear to say it when she saw Sefarim’s miserable look.

“Aren’t you a superweapon the elves made for war?” Edward suggested by reflex. “You hold such power and wouldn’t even leave a corpse. There’s no way you’re used for hunting…”

At that, he remembered the stunning sight of how Jessica had unleashed Sefarim’s power and blew a Level 85 Ultimate-form Drake.In Edward’s mind, no being other than a god could withstand a strike of such magnificent proportions.

But maybe, just maybe…

A horrific theory appeared in Edward’s mind at that, but he promptly threw it away.

Nonetheless, he turned to find Sefarim still musing who she was, where she came from and why was she created for while not forgetting to stuff her mouth full of stir-fried chicken.

He shook his head, helpless.

“Jessica, you haven’t registered for the Twin City Cup, right?” He asked, tidying his thoughts.

“No.” She shook her head mildly.

“We’ll have you register when this one is done eating.” Edward smiled and said confidently. “With this, our first little goal after our party reassembles is decided—we’ll win the Twin City Cup!”