Chapter 502 Fearless Ego 1/3 (1/2)
Daviet Belson.
The Mist Sword Saint.
The vice-captain of the 'Luminous Blade' Legion in the Country of Light's Parliament. As one of the experts in the Country of Light, not only did he possess a god-like 'Mist Swordsmanship', but he was also a respected battlefield commander. He had participated in the Seven Nights Holy Battle, Fifth Eastern Expedition, and the Beria Wrest Battle and enjoyed considerable privileges in the Parliament's Commander Division. Ever since Daviet transcended into the Legendary Stage 50 years ago, he became one of the brightest stars in the Country of Light.
But now, this highly-respected expert who possessed huge influence and valiant strength had just been called a 'slut' by a little girl.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
The corners of Lydia's mouth twitched while she observed with interest. But shortly after, she turned around to gaze at the Fortress. The Battle Angels standing behind her lowered their heads hurriedly while their wings shuddered non-stop. Meanwhile, Amund was totally dumbfounded. He stared with widened eyes at the little girl as he had never seen anyone ridicule the Mist Sword Saint before.
But this wasn't the most important part.
As a spellcaster, Amund naturally sensed her formidable strength. If he interacted using his spiritual energy, without seeing with his eyes, he could feel that there were several light halos circulating around the petite girl and under her feet were 10 pure magical halos merging into a medium sized circle moving with the girl in the center. There were seven complicated crisscross rune lines before her that wrapped her body while following an ancient, yet sacred pattern. As for above her head…
He couldn't look straight at the spiritual radiance that was simply too dazzling. Amund probed slightly and he instantly felt the surging burst of radiance from within. The radiance wasn't packed with a holy aura like Lydia's; instead, the soothing and comfortable effects of the Light Element had become an exposed, dangerous razor-sharp blade.
Inner Circle Grand Mage—Saint Spirit.
Amund twitched his brows as this feat wasn't easily achievable by anyone. He had once witnessed the Archbishop in the palace of the Country of Law. However, even the Archbishop didn't possess such pure, overwhelming Light powers. Who exactly was this girl? She should be a Cleric, judging from her dressing. But her appearance wasn't enough to tell her true identity. She didn't look like she was a member of the Church. But if she wasn't a member of the Church… there were no Cleric who weren't nurtured by the Church on this entire continent. Unlike the Mage's style in using spiritual energy, the Clerics had their own set of teachings. Besides, due to the differences in the essence of their spiritual energy usages, it was impossible for a Cleric to switch to another class.
Of course, the Angels were exceptions as they were born with a holy bloodline and were able to cast Cleric spells.
No matter her humanly pupils, eyes or appearance, this little girl didn't seem to have any features of an Angel. But… How could a Cleric be this belligerent? The vengeful and evil tendencies that she displayed when she confronted Daviet left even Amund feeling perturbed.
Lydia was purely enjoying the bustling scene. On the contrary, MP Danny and his men were completely frightened. The Mist Sword Saint was a prestigious figure in the Country of Light and even when people were discussing him privately, they would often feel a deep veneration for him. This was more than enough to prove the Mist Sword Saint's great reputation. And yet, this little girl abused him verbally without any restraint!!!
Nothing could describe the feelings of MP Danny and his men other than the exclamation marks.
Rhode was the only one who wasn't surprised by Bubble's words. After all, he knew where her hatred towards the Mist Sword Saint stemmed from. In the game, when the Country of Light was invaded by the Country of Darkness, the Parliament ordered the Munn Kingdom to provide assistance in defense. Duchess Lydia dispatched her army and also gathered a huge amount of players towards the west battlefront commanded by Daviet to aid the Country of Light against the attack of the Country of Darkness.
After the Country of Darkness's army arrived, Daviet had symbolically chosen to retreat and left the responsibilities of protecting the escaping populace and resisting the Country of Darkness to the players and the Munn Kingdom army. After the players and Munn Kingdom army put up a life and death struggle and finally led the refugees out of the tiger's den, this Sword Saint that disappeared from the very start and his well-trained army appeared behind them to 'receive' the refugees. Furthermore, he received a commendation from the Parliament for his outstanding service in 'protecting the evacuation routes for the refugees'.
Not only that, but also after returning to the Country of Light, Daviet reported to Parliament that the players and the Munn Kingdom army were the main culprits of the collapsed battlefront. The strenuous and unrewarding players became extremely unlucky afterward as not only did they become wanted criminals of the Parliament, but the hard work that they put into gaining popularity with the Country of Light had been zeroed.
Due to this reason, the players that had been through that battle would particularly refer this Sword Saint as 'Slut'.
”Bubble,” Rhode had no intentions of correcting Bubble because he was also being careful to not let the word 'Slut' slip from his mouth… ”Why are you here? Didn't I make you two wait in the Fortress?”
”That's something between you and Big Sister and I've no interest in it. I'm here for a picnic with Christie while the sun is comfortably warm,” Bubble explained and gazed at Lydia with a curious gaze. She placed her right hand to her left shoulder and bowed courteously. ”Greetings, Your Highness Lydia. Ah, by the way, Leader, Christie is…”
Bubble turned around to find Christie lifting the end of her skirt and scuttling over with a picnic basket. ”… Sister Bubble… What happened… Ah…”
Before Christie finished her sentence, she spotted Rhode standing beside Bubble. The little girl revealed a cheerful smile and dropped the picnic basket before scurrying into Rhode's arms hurriedly. ”… Rhode… You are back…”
”Yes, I'm back, Christie. Your complexion even looks better now,” Rhode said as he stroked her long hair gently.
”… Yes…” Christie squinted delightfully like a kitten. Then, she turned over and saw Lydia's group. The little girl blushed slightly and moved away from Rhode's embrace to bow towards Lydia. ”… Madam… Lydia… Greetings…”
”Huhuhu, there's no need to stand on ceremony, okay? Christie, you are still as adorable as ever. How I wish I can bring you home.”
”I'm afraid that's impossible, Your Highness Lydia.”
”Hmm… Really?”