1051 Sika is still a Woman Part 1 (1/2)
”My liege!”
Those who came out to greet him were none other than Eleanor and Nicholas. Nicholas had come there earlier in fear that Saleen would run into Theisio.
Nicholas seemed rather weak when compared to the pope, as despite both of them being holy masters, Theisio was one blessed by a god.
Nicholas' face flushed as he felt rather embarrassed. While it was not his intention to get in Saleen's way, he was still Saleen's follower. For a follower to avoid fighting was rather unbecoming.
”Saleen!” Sika ran out and crushed Saleen with a hug.
Saleen practically started to suffocate. His grade-9 sorcerer's constitution was stronger than many swordmasters, yet Sika was the kind capable of hugs that even dragons would learn to fear.
Sika had intended to let go, but she went clenching her arms yet again after seeing Jalin behind him. She went on to whisper at his ear, ”Who is that woman?”
Jalin was wearing a paper mask, yet her figure was still alluring enough to attract the attention of many, simply by standing around. Sika went on high alert. Saleen was no longer the poor kid he once was. Her lover was a grade-9 sorcerer and a king; that appealed to many women.
Jalin was irked by Sika's unbridled animosity. Instead of waiting for Saleen to open his mouth, she replied to Sika's question, ”I'm Jalin, a good friend of Saleen's.”
The line would have sounded very different if someone else was to say it, as Jalin said it in such a way that it could easily be misunderstood. Her voice was as gentle as flowing water, with a tinge of intense sweetness in it.
Sika let go of her husband and pulled him close, before saying to Jalin, ”The name is Sika, the mother of Saleen's children. Feel free to get a place to rest yourself. I wouldn't mind if you'd just stood outside the door and eavesdropped on us though.”
Sika dragged Saleen away as soon as she was done talking, without caring about how others reacted to it. She returned to her room with Saleen and shut the door behind them hard.
Jalin chuckled and wanted to say something, but then Sika was laughing from within the room. She lowered her voice and said to Saleen, ”That woman...”
Despite being a grade-9, Jalin failed to make out the lines that followed. All she was able to pick up from Sika's laugh was intense sarcasm.
Eleanor and Nicholas had no intentions of standing around feeling awkward. They returned to their rooms and the winged skeleton addressed Jalin with his rather attractive voice. ”Master mage, should you not take a rest yourself? I'll have someone see to you.”
Jalin might have been one with immense intelligence who was capable of manipulative means, but she was still very much irked by Sika's demeanor. Sika did not leave any room for her to fight. She simply left her words hanging and left Jalin to imagine the rest of what was being said. Regardless of how short-fused she was, there was no way she could simply barge through that door. Doing so would have turned the simmering animosity into a full-blown cat fight.
”Me, having an interest in Saleen? Are you kidding me?! I'd be laughed at by everyone in the Golden Plains if that actually happened!”
Sika felt glee inside the room and went hug Saleen and rub against him.
”Alright, alright. Gosh, look at you. So, how are the kids doing, Sika?”
”They are doing fine. It seemed like I fell into a trap and was almost ambushed, but if they thought they could keep me contained, hehe...” Sika laughed sarcastically. The enemy was unable to keep her down despite having her surrounded by many professionals. Even a grade-10 professional would have a hard time capturing her.
”Power is the only truth. When one possesses rules of power, no techniques are worth mentioning. One whack with my cudgel was all that it took to send the holy masters running back to their mommies.”
”So long as you and the kids are fine... Oh right, Jalin. She is the student of the chief of the Grukos. Don't ever go messing around with her.” Saleen reminded Sika.
”So, you mean that we can only go messing around with her when we become capable enough to mess around with that chief?” Sika asked in return.
”That is pretty much how it works. The old woman is a professional at the very top of grade-10. From what I can tell, she is definitely more powerful than either Joey or Fycro.” Saleen was reminded of the power of the mark of the Six-Winged Flying Snake and felt rather regretful.
”Just how many days has it been since she got her hands on that mark? I can't believe she is already capable of overwhelming the pope armed with two godly items. If she were to have full mastery of that thing, the pope would probably be dead, even if he was armed with the Origin Stone of Darkness.”
”How did you get to have such a troublesome woman tagging along?”
”Arbola...that chief of the Grukos shoved her onto me. Probably as a way to test me or something, or maybe her way of having Lex become the empress. What good can come from someone like that, eh?” Saleen was finally able to speak his mind with Sika right before him. Arbola might have been alive for several hundred years, but the way she went about things was hardly different from those figures in history books.