Chapter 128: The Knight's Doubts (2)

At four o'clock in the morning, in a vacant room on the Ulysses, the young knight was lying on the bed quietly, with long golden hair quietly scattered behind her head. The armor on her chest was slightly undulating, indicating that she was in a dream. But even though she was lying down, her right hand still did not let go of her golden sword. It seemed that even if she lost consciousness, she still didn't want to submit.

At this moment, a purple figure silently opened the door of the room and floated in. At the same time, a silver figure followed closely behind the purple figure floating in the air.

"Arcelia, it's time to wake up!" The purple figure-Aya floated to the bedside of the girl and shook her armor gently. But what disappointed Aya was that the girl who had lost consciousness showed no sign of waking up.

"Helen, did you attack too hard just now? This injury is beyond our plan, right?" After shaking Arcelia vigorously several times, Aya said angrily to the silver-haired girl Helen behind her.

"Showing no mercy to the enemy, isn't this what Sister Aya taught me?" Helen said without hesitation.

"But she is not our enemy! If the master didn't save her in time, she would probably be injured more severely. Well, it shouldn't be described as severely injured. If all your attacks had hit her, she might have..." At this point, Aya stopped, but Helen understood what she meant.

"Sorry, but you know Sister Aya, I can't completely control the power of Holy Crystals now." Helen lowered her head and said.

"This... Fine, I'll forgive you this time. Anyway, we probably won't do it again. Let me see how Arcelia is now!" Aya was dazed after hearing Helen's words. She did forget about this. So she comforted Helen for a while, and then began to carefully examine Arcelia.

After carefully looking at Arcelia's face and checking where she was injured, a look of surprise appeared on Aya's face.

"Sister Aya, what's wrong?" Helen asked. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

"Mhm, it is very strange, but it doesn't seem to be a bad thing. Arcelia's injury is recovering several times faster than I expected. It seems that the healing power of the sheath she said is higher than I thought. Based on this rate, her injury will be almost healed at dawn." Aya said slightly excitedly.

"That's good. Do we still need to look after here?" Helen seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

"It's not necessary. It seems that this deep sleep is also a way for her to recover from her injury. We can come back tomorrow with the master." After speaking, Aya turned and flew outside the door, and Helen naturally followed Aya to leave the room."Pa!" With the soft door closing sound, the room where the knight was staying returned to silence again.

Three hours later, the door was opened again with a "pa!" This time Ulysses walked in. Like Aya, he walked to the bed of the knight girl and gently shook the girl's body.

"Uh! It hurts!" Unlike not long ago, the knight quickly opened her jewel-like holy green eyes and groaned softly.

"Ah! Sorry, does it hurt? Wait a minute!" Seeing that the girl's snow-white delicate face was twisted because of the pain, Ulysses immediately cast his most proficient light spell,

"In the name of Ulysses, heal!" White light emitted from his hand, covering the whole body of the girl. Under the shining of the white light, the girl's complexion immediately improved.

"Thank you, this is light magic? My name is Arcelia, and I am a knight. Are you a light mage?" Arcelia said hesitantly, with an unnatural look on her face.

"Yes, I am a fourth-level light mage." Ulysses smiled and pointed to the fourth-level light mage mark on his mage robe.

"This is indeed the mark of the fourth-level light mage, but when you saved me, you obviously used the swordsman's moves and power! And it was not the power of an ordinary swordsman, it was at least the power of a seventh to eighth swordsman." A deeply confused expression appeared on Arcelia's face.

"This... you are right. In a sense, I am indeed a seventh-level swordsman with Phantasm, but my main profession is still a light mage. Although my magic power is only at the 4th level, for my dream, I will work hard to practice light magic." Ulysses smiled embarrassedly and explained.

"Dream? What kind of dream? Whether it's rights, money, honor, or girls, a seventh-level swordsman can obviously get much more of them than a fourth-level light mage, right?" Arcelia's puzzled expression became much deeper.

"Indeed, as long as you have the title of the seventh-level powerhouse, rights, money, honor, girls, these things are all at your fingertips, but that is not what I want, I have only one dream from childhood, and that is - become a respected priest and help those in pain. But I haven't passed the priest exam yet, so this is just a dream now." Ulysses smiled and said his dream. What made him feel a little strange was that in front of this girl named Arcelia, he seemed to be able to say everything about himself easily.

‘Strange! I obviously just met this girl named Arcelia. Why would I say so many things to her? I didn't even tell Rasputin and Cherie about my desire to become a priest. Why did I tell her all at once?' After telling his dream to the girl, Ulysses couldn't help but fall into confusion.

Arcelia, who was opposite him, was also lost in thought. In her heart, she had actually made countless inferences about the scene when she met the demon king called Ulysses, but what she could not imagine was that the demon king in front of her was such a strange boy.

Although he did possess a strong dark power, that power was far from reaching the level that a demon king should have, and he was actually a genuine light mage, and he even had a dream of becoming a priest. Would the demon king who wanted to be a priest, still be a demon king?

Moreover, the sword technique he used to save her was a sword technique that she was no stranger to. It was the sword technique of the hero Carl who killed the demon king Kasar five thousand years ago. It was the large-scale attacking technique in the Dragon Slaying Buster Sword style— Dragon Slaying Burst!

She had seen the activation scene and effect of this technique countless times in the records handed down by the Royal family, and even she herself had a sword style that was modified based on the effect of this technique in the record, so there was no way that she would mistake it. What is going on here? Where did he learn this technique? Time passed quietly, unknowingly, both of them turned their eyes to each other. In this way, their eyes met each other.

At this moment, time seemed to temporarily stop flowing. Both of them saw the incomprehension in each other's eyes. At the same time, they also discovered that there seemed to be something connecting them, so that both of them could almost be able to feel the emotions of the other party.

‘What is this strange feeling of being connected by something? Why do I not feel that Arcelia feels like a stranger at all? Obviously, we only met for the first time? She feels like... Ah! Right, it is the feeling Helen gave me, as if we are tied together by an invisible thread or something else!'

Ulysses finally found out what that strange feeling for Arcelia was! But after finding it out, a bigger question emerged from his mind. ‘Why does Arcelia make me feel this way? She is not related to Helen in any way! According to Aya, Helen has some of my aura, so it's no surprise that she would give me this feeling. But how could Arcelia have the same aura? What is happening?…'

‘Oh no, this feeling is! Is it the contractual relationship? I have to quickly dispel his doubts. I have enough time to learn more about his strangeness. I can't let him doubt me at the moment.' Seeing a suspicious expression on Ulysses' face, Arcelia immediately made a decision. After turning the sword in her hand to nothingness, she held the edge of the bed and tried to stand up.

"Ah! No, Miss Arcelia, you can't get up yet! Your injury last night was really serious. If you move around, your injury might get worse!" Seeing Arcelia gritting her teeth, desperately wanting to get off the bed, Ulysses immediately put the doubt aside and quickly held her body.

"I'm fine, it's just a little bit of injury. As a knight, I can't lose to it. I have suffered more severe injuries than this. So, uh..." Arcelia pushed Ulysses' hand away and slowly got up from the bed. But from her frowning brows, it could be seen that she was actually enduring considerable pain to do this.

"In the name of Ulysses, Heal!" Seeing that he could not stop Arcelia, Ulysses could only cast healing magic to her again.