Chapter 233


    CHAPTER 233


    THE AFFAIRS


    E was currently standing atop the Eternal Sky teau, the prized Void Artifact of the Eternal Paradise Holy Ground . It was a swirling tform with connecting bridges, enclosed within a dome-like barrier that can withstand virtually every attack from anyone . Though it wasn’t her first time seeing it, it was no less impressive than before .


    At the very center of the tform was a small, hand-crafted garden of white roses, topped with a simple yet elegant water fountain around which a set of benches were built . She stood right next to one, observing the fountain before her where a flower-shaped top spat out crystal-clear water ceaselessly .


    "It’s been quite some time, Sword Maiden," a soft, clear voice jolted E out of her thoughts as she turned around . Standing right behind her was a seemingly ordinary-looking, honest and gentle man of ck eyes and brown hair . Yet, even E currently felt a faint sense of dangering from him . "I see you have regained your Title . "


    "Long time no see Alex," E smiled, nodding faintly . "I see you still quite enjoy ying the role of a harmless rabbit . "


    "Old habits die hard, I suppose . " the man shrugged, smiling faintly . "What brings you to my humble abode?"


    "I willed to visit the old Murook," E said . "But, the stubborn fool said he doesn’t wee anyone who bears no gifts . So, I’ve no choice but toe to you . "


    "One of these days I really hope to shove a spear through his rotten heart and teach him some manners . Wherefore have youe to me, though?" he asked, curious .


    " . . . to implore you at the very least freeze the war for the time being," E said, her expression turning serious . "This is no time for it . "


    " . . . I can’t do that, E . " he quickly replied .


    " . . . I’ll personally train your Bearer for three months," E said, seemingly having expected his reply . "And give you a single talisman to summon me for whatever future battle you wish . "


    " . . . quite tempting, I’ve to admit," Alex smiled lightly . "But, you overestimate your value, E . Perhaps, had you not vanished for many moons, your words would still hold some weight . I’m afraid . . . you have fallen too far behind to matter . "


    " . . . and you’ve gonecent, Alex," E smiled back, letting a sliver of her Will enshroud the whole garden, causing Alex to suddenly frown . "For two eyes you have, yet can’t see a single thing with them . "


    " . . . Origin Soul . . . is indeed something," Alex sighed, forced to repel E’s Will with his own . "I can’t tell you how many times I’vemented you weren’t born an Eternal . I, however, still can’t halt the war, E . Do you even know why it was started in the first ce?"


    " . . . why?" E asked .


    "Sixteen assassination attempts at Hannah’s life," Alex replied . "Even after she gave up her title of the Maiden . And while, naturally, all of them failed, sixteen is already fifteen too many, E . If I suddenly ordered my people to withdraw, what would be of our dignity?"


    " . . . I imagine all those assassins are dead," E said . "Isn’t it way more embarrassing for old Murook than you? Having been unable to kill a single girl?"


    " . . . aah, you really are persistent," Alex said, sighing and sitting on one of the benches . "I’ll agree with one additional chip from your end . "


    "What?" E asked .


    "Your dear husband’s talent, for a personal weapon for Alison . " E frowned for a moment, thinking . "And I don’t mean his hard-working creations, I mean the arsenal he’d given you . A minimal Creation-tier, growth-style pair of swords with properties of Body Enhancement and close-quarterbat as well as reliance on speed . Naturally, we’ll provide all materials necessary . "


    " . . . he hasn’t crafted a Creation-tier item in hundreds of years Alex," E said, sighing faintly . "Despite his pride, even he would tell you it’s impossible . "


    "I didn’t mean right now, E," Alex smiled . "I just meant eventually . The sooner the better, of course, but I’m no idiot; I understand very well just what goes into creating something so high-tier . I’d have asked for a Void-tier, to be honest, if he also hadn’t vanished for so long . "


    " . . . ha ha, your ambition certainly isn’t easily sated," Eughed bitterly for a moment . "You do realize that there are currently only two people, save for the Descenders, who can actually equip the [World Beheader], right?"


    "Never stopped me from dreaming about it, though . " Alex smiled as he replied .


    " . . . very well . I’ll talk him into it," E agreed dejectedly, turning around and preparing to leave . "Give me a call once you’re ready to hand her over, and I’lle and pick her up . "


    "Will do . "


    **


    Lucky and Felix were currently enjoying a rather bountiful supper within the Pce’s Diner Room, where they shared a massive table with the Empire’s greatest figures . Though they very much felt out of ce, the old hulk of muscles Eggor, who sat besides them, eased their minds slightly . The two, in addition, had grown quite close to the Princess Annabelle and Prince On’yal, despite a ratherrge difference in strength and age .


    What the two didn’t know was that it was by Lino’s design, both them staying in the Pce as well as being sofortable . He may have identally let it slip while wearing a mask that he felt Lucky and Felix were rather charming and that he considered taking them as Disciples, all while ’not knowing’ that the Princess was listening .


    Rather than rxing, however, the two were hard at work, cultivating day in and out, even asionally sparring with the Royal Guards and even the Prince and Princess herself . Time and again they felt nothing short of worthlessness, despite the stubbornness they disyed toward Lino when thetter questioned whether they wished to follow him . They didn’t wish to admit he was right, yet more and more it seemed he was .


    " . . . you two look like you haven’t slept in weeks . " Eggormented through the chewing sounds as he hoarded all of the chicken on the table . "Training is good and all, but nothing beats a good night’s sleep when ites to getting stronger . "


    " . . . " Lucky and Felix nced at him dispiritedly before returning to munching on food they were too tired to eat .


    "If you really want to get stronger quicker," Eggor looked at the two for a moment as his expression mellowed out, a bright, youthful, smirking face shing through his mind . "There are other ways than just stubbornly cultivating, you know? I’m barely Level 100, yet I’m quite confident I’d be able to kill everyone in this room, alone, while they banded together to attack me . "


    " . . . " the two pairs of eyes of youths lit up likenterns as they fiercely red at Eggor for a moment .


    "You’re willing to teach us smithing?!"


    "Oh, god no," Eggorughed . "You two ain’t cut out for that . "


    "If Lino is, so am I!" Lucky eximed, Felix fervently nodding .


    "Just because you say it out loud, doesn’t mean you actually believe it," Eggor grinned . "It takes a special kind of idiot to truly pursue smithing, and neither of you two looks the part . "


    " . . . "


    "But," Eggor said, drinking a whole chunk of ale from the cup before continuing . "Smithing isn’t the only option, you know? Formation Masters, for instance, are actually more respected than cksmiths atrge . Talisman Masters can find a home anywhere they want, and can create some genuinely terrifying stuff if they’re patient . Even I want nothing to do with those maniacs . Then you have engineers, the crazed sort that create the most insane things . Alchemists and their pills are indispensable, practically a whole realm above smiths in importance . There’s plethora of ways you can be useful to that jackass, you know?"


    " . . . what do you suggest we pick up?" Lucky asked, interested .


    "Well, I can’t say what you should do -- it’s up to you after all," Eggor said . "But, if your husband over there can learn Dual Qi of Frost and me, it’d be quite useful for Alchemy . And you seem nimble enough, I imagine; Formations oftentimes decide the end-result of a battle, you know?"


    "He’s not my husband!" Lucky eximed lowly, her cheeks faintly blushing while Felix’s were already bloody red .


    "Right . . . that’s the most important part . . . " Eggor grinned . "Anyway, as I said, it’s up to you . Do what you wish . I’m just speaking nonsense here . Oh, right," Eggor had finally felt that soul-deep sensation that Lino was talking about, the itch in one’s heart when it came to tongue-whippings . "I know quite a few good jewelers," he said to Felix . "In case you ever grow a pair and ask, you know?" seeing the two reddened faces unable to look at each other was quite wonderful, Eggor mused inwardly and then trembled as he’d also realized another thing: that little runt and his tongue had influenced him atst . . . something he promised he’d never allow . He shuddered, unwilling to admit it, festering the bubble of denial within his mind .