Chapter 12 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother Walter, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I didn’t know that this was your mother’s relic. I also didn’t know that this helmet was your birthday present when you were 16 years old.”

“I didn’t know anything. Can you forgive me?”

Angela sat on the cabinet, her two short legs swaying, implying that Walter could not do anything to her.

“You may not know this, but just a few days ago, at the entrance of the palace, I just released my dragon and its dragon breath burned thousands of women.”

“Their status may not be as noble as yours, but it’s all the same to me.”

“You can try breaking another thing.”

Walter frowned, then slowly calmed down and said dangerous things in an indifferent tone

“Hmph, it’s not funny at all.”

“You’re not my Brother Walter.”

Angela jumped down from the cabinet angrily. As she spoke, she stared at Walter, but she did not notice any changes.

The little girl tilted her head, mumbling something.

Suddenly, her ‘foot slipped’. With a clang, a pen broke.

A cold light flashed.

Walter’s sword tip brushed past Angela.

Angela fell out of the room. She crawled a few steps in the corridor before she dared to turn back. She pointed at Walter angrily.

“You slashed me again. Remember, this is the second time.”

“Hmph, I clearly dreamt that the Supreme God said that you were swapped by someone else, but you still dared to slash me!”

“You clearly know that I’m the Saintess, the daughter of the pope, yet you still dare to wave your sword at me. Besides Walter, there won’t be anyone else.”

“Bullsh*t Supreme God!”

Angela stood in the corridor and cursed loudly, but the target of her curses was not Walter, but the Supreme God.

It was hard to imagine that a Saintess would actually be so disrespectful to the God she served.

Walter was like a piece of wood, still in the same place.

He did not look, did not listen, and did not think about anything.

If Angela had not calculated the distance and taken the initiative to hide in the corridor, what had happened would have definitely cut her head open.

This was not because of Walter’s original memory.

It was because of Walter’s own decision.

There was no other reason. When a person provoked you, again and again, it was necessary to give enough punishment.

No matter who she was.

The girls outside the palace were the same, and so was Angela.

To Walter, there was no difference.

If he could not empty his thoughts, it was impossible for him to become the youngest Sword Saint on the continent.

After Angela left, the room finally returned to silence.

Walter also returned to his inner world. He used his breathing and heartbeat to communicate with the sword in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“I forgot to remind you. It’s my fault. Please forgive me.”

“When Walter is cultivating, no one can disturb him.”

“Even if it’s me, his sword will still slash down.”

The old king laughed when he heard Angela’s complaint. He stroked her hair and explained kindly.

“Is that so? Disobeying the king is a great crime!”

Angela was like a naive child, but her words were vicious.

“You’re right, but Walter is the real king.”

“I’m already old. Walter will be my successor, bringing the Kane family’s bloodline to greater heights.”

The old king pulled Angela along as if they were talking about family matters, but the exchange of words was more intense than on the battlefield.